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[tropes-and-tales]

I’ll Make it Up to You

Day 16:  Bath/Shower Sex (Nick Amaro x F!Reader)

(For the 2022 Kinktober event offered by @the-purity-pen​​.  The original post and calendar/list can be found here.  So very, very late because I had other things I needed to do.)

CW:  Established relationship; (shower sex; hand job) 18+ only.

Word Count:  1416

Nick comes home in a bad headspace:  long shifts working a series of date rapes at Hudson, another case failing in front of a grand jury.  He just wants to collapse into bed and try to sleep, but he hasn’t seen you in days, has only fallen asleep beside you for a few stolen hours before he had to be back to work.

You’re on the couch when he gets home, and he sheds his coat and shoes before coming over to kiss you.

“My wayward boyfriend,” you say with a soft smile.  “To what do I owe the pleasure of finally seeing you at a semi-reasonable hour?”

“Caught the bad guy, and my grand jury fell through.”

Your smile drops, and you press your lips together in a sympathetic frown.  

“What can I do to help?” you ask, and you reach out to take his hand in yours.  “Did you eat yet?”

“At the precinct.”

“Want me to put the game on for you?”

Nick squeezes your hand gently, shakes his head.  “Nah.  I just need to shower and then maybe we could go to bed?”

Your smile returns, and you kneel on the couch, stretch towards him, your neck craining to kiss him again.  “Sounds like a plan.”

*****

It’s immediately obvious that Nick needs sleep more than anything, judging by the three deep, jaw-cracking yawns he makes when he’s just stripping out of his clothes.  His eyes water at the force of each yawn.

Though you’d never say it….the man looks awful.  His complexion has an unhealthy cast to it, and he has deep circles under his eyes.  There’s a spot where he missed shaving that morning, and a second spot where a cut has only just healed.  He hasn’t been eating right, and he certainly hasn’t been sleeping.

As much as you’ve missed him, it wouldn’t be fair to make him stay awake when he needs hours of good, quality sleep.

And yet, you’ve missed him terribly.  

So you split the difference and wait for him to climb into the shower, and then you join him.

If there’s one thing about Nick that genuinely irritates you, it’s how he never takes care of himself…and how he scoffs when you try to take care of him.  You guess that it’s a symptom of his upbringing—his father was no treat, and he grew up under the usual patriarchal bullshit that taught him men don’t need care.  Or maybe it’s just his work—detective work is usually thankless, and working with special victims is extra rough.

“What are you—” he starts to ask when you peel back the shower curtain, but you cut him off with a quick kiss.

“Hush, Nicholas.  Let me take care of you.”

If you get irritated by his lack of self-care, you do love how much he enjoys being babied and cared-for, when he finally gives in to it.  Nick Amaro, resident tough guy:  he practically purrs like a big cat when you lather up and help him bathe, kneading your fingers into his knotted back and shoulders.

When you help him shampoo his hair, you scratch your nails into his scalp, and the man groans like he’s being tortured…but then he wraps his arms around you, pulls your naked form to him, and you can feel how aroused he’s gotten despite the soul-deep exhaustion he must feel.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he mutters against your ear.  “Let me rinse off—”

You cut him off again, this time by reaching down and grasping him—lightly, but it’s enough for him to choke against the rest of his words.

“Shhh.”  You tilt your head towards him, and he kisses you.  You break away a moment later, shift your head.  Kiss the side of his neck, kiss under his ear where the hinge of his jaw is.  You lay a gentle trail across his collarbones, pressing your lips in the divot of his throat.

“I want to take care of you,” you whisper against his wet skin, and you grip him more firmly, give him an experimental stroke with your hand.  He huffs out a frustrated breath against your head.

“I won’t be able to….shit, if you make me come now, I won’t—”

You tilt your head again and gaze up at him, offer him a soft smile.  “You can make it up to me later, Nick.  Let me take care of you now.”

He doesn’t answer—he just huffs another frustrated sigh—but he presses his hips forward into your hand, which is answer enough.  You shift a little, find firmer footing in the slippery shower.  You wrap your free arm around his shoulders, lay your hand on the back of his neck to hold him against you.

Then you shift your other hand against him.  You get a better hold of him and begin to deal him languid strokes.  You bend your head to watch:  the flushed head of his cock slipping between your clenched hand, the tip wet and leaking. You swipe your thumb against it, use the slickness of his pre-cum to lubricate the stroking and twisting of your fist.

“You can…harder,” he groans after a moment.  “Harder.  Please.”

You oblige him with a grin.  You were never a natural at hand jobs, always too gentle, too afraid of being rough and hurting what seems to be a sensitive part of the body.  But you squeeze Nick harder, nearly enough to encircle his thick cock with your fingers, your fingertips almost touching the tip of your thumb, and he hisses praise in your ear at the sensation.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he mutters, and his hips find the rhythm of your hand, meets you thrust for thrust.  “Feels so good.”

You keep going.  You huff out a breath, a low moan when his hand reaches down to grasp the curve of your ass, but you don’t stop stroking him, twisting your wrist so that the bend in your hand where your fingers meet your palm run along the sensitive underside to his cock.  You can sense him unraveling—his shallow thrusts lose their cadence, and his breathing takes on a ragged quality—so you grip him harder.

He comes a moment later:  a hoarse fuck spilling from his lips, the hot spill of his cum spurting over your hand, up your wrist, across your belly.  He digs his fingertips into your hips, hard enough that you may have bruises, and he chokes out your name as he finishes, then calms.

You can feel how relaxed he is now.  Your hand on the back of his neck—you can feel how the release, the hot water of the shower…it all helped to loosen the tight knot there.

It doesn’t stop him from feeling guilty, apparently.

“I could live a thousand years and still not deserve you,” he grumbles against the side of your head.  He shifts his hands, settles one between your shoulder blades and the other to the back of your head, cradling you gently against him.

“I like the thought of you living that long and trying though.”

“Hmmm.”  He moves a little, presses a light kiss to your temple.  “How about I start with a date night tomorrow, huh?  Take you out for a nice dinner, maybe some dancing…”

“I like the thought of that too.”

Nick pushes away from you a fraction, just enough so he can peer down at you, those earnest brown eyes of his almost pleading.

“You take good care of me, mi alma,” he says.  “I’ll make it up to you.”

You purse your lips at him and he kisses you.  When you part, you tell him with a smile, “that’s just what good girlfriends do, Nick.”

You turn away from him then, so you miss the way his expression turns soft, turns maybe a bit introspective.  If you would have stayed facing him in this moment, he might have cracked—might have blundered out a half-assed proposal, might have mentioned the ring he had picked out.

But you turn away and reach for the washcloth and soap, so Nick has a beat to get himself under control.  To stick to the original plan of proposing in a month’s time, though he’d be happy to be married to you now, to drag you down to the courthouse and make you his wife now…because you take care of him, and he wants to take care of you too.

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↳ Katriona “Kat” Tamin.

My Girl. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

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

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↳ Melinda Warner.

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↳ Nicholas “Nick” Amaro.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

warnings: cuteness aggression.

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

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↳ Dominick “Sonny” Carisi.

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

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

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

Revenge. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

↳ Rafael Barba.

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↳ Hasim Khaldun.

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↳ John Munch.

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

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

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

↳ Odafin “Fin” Tutuola.

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↳ Mike Dodds.

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↳ Peter Stone.

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

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

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

↳ Brian Cassidy.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Aged Back.

This was requested by the amazing @beccabarba who asked for this:

<Hey lovely! (Just for once...) I'm after a fic where reader is just close friends with Nick, not dating him. She's stressed, and he comes over and insists on offering her a neck massage and - bear with me - it's intimate and close and flirty without being sexual. She's nervous about being touched and kinda shy. And he makes her feel so good 🥰 If you feel like writing it, of course 😘❤>

Hope this is what you were looking for lovely and hits the spot.

Warnings: talks of injured reader and fluffy, flirty Nick.

WC:  1295

Enjoy x

Your back had been playing up something shocking. Your back had always been touchy, but got much worse when you and Nick were in hot pursuit of a perp, you ahead of Nick and as you got to them, they stopped in the tracks, moving to push you hard against a brick wall, which in turn sprained your back and hurt your hips and shoulders. Just as you hit the wall and fell down, Sonny and Fin came running from the other way catching and cuffing the perp in question and Nick ran to you dropping to the floor and calling a bus. Now you were on desk duty which you loathed and between your desk chair and the chair on the stand you were left most nights in so much pain that it made your whole-body ache.

The past weekend had been nothing but stress which flared up the pain when you walked in and saw John Buchanan was the defense attorney and you knew how this was going to play out, even though Nick and Rafael had reassured that you would do fine, you had seen enough court cases with him as defense and had been crossed by him more than you could count to know what would happen.

You were drowning your sorrows in a bottle of wine, thinking about the next day when you heard the keys in the lock of your front door. You and Nick had each other’s spare keys for a long while, he was like the brother you never had and the platonic love you had for each other was refreshing. You titled your head to the side, taking a sip of your wine from the straw that was in your wine glass when Nick came and stood over you with a grin on his face, in a pair of track pants and a white tank,

“I told you not to come, papa bear” you sighed “Did you at least finish your work out?” you raised an eye brow.

“I did. Your laying on a hard wood floor drinking wine through a straw. It’s a good thing I did come”

“Blah blah” you rolled your eyes “The wine is taking the pain and stress away”

“You’ll end up with a chill and you have nothing to be stressed about. Come on” Nick lent down, one of his arms going under your knees, the other going under your shoulders and he scooped you up, you let out a slight squeal your arms wrapping around his neck and he carried you to your bed room putting you on the floor “Top and bra off, on your tummy”

“Excuse me?” you said, almost in an offended shriek.

Nick pulled a tube of deep heat from his pocket and held it up to show you,

“You’ve been in too much pain and your tense from stress. The physio can’t see you till next week, come on”

“Ah no, Nick really, it’s ok. Just leave the tube here, I’ll-“

“You know full well you won’t be able to reach where you need too. You don’t trust me?”

“Nicholas, you know that’s not ture” you moved to put your hands on your hips and Nick saw the look of pain roll over your face and you bit your bottom lip.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yes” you squeaked “But. Nick, I just, we are best friends, I” your cleared your throat “My bra too?” you said shyly with blushed cheeked.

Nick walked over to you and cupped your cheek, his eyes soft and a sweet smile on his face,

“Y/N, hermosa, it’s me. You can trust me, you don’t need to be shy with me, your beautiful in every way that is you. But I won’t if you don’t feel comfortable, I just want to look after you”

You searched his eyes for a moment and all your shyness melted away,

“It really hurts” you smiled up at him and he smiled back kissing your forehead.

“Ok, on the bed, I’ll go get a towel. Let these” Nick wriggled his longer fingers in your face “Work their magic” he winked.

You let out a chesty laugh “Mad pick-up line”

“Hasn’t failed me yet” Nick shot over his shoulder as he walked out of your room to grab a towel from the bathroom.

“Yeah, I bet” you giggle shaking your head.

You slowly pulled off your t shit and then reach around undoing your bra throwing it at the end of the bed and then you moved to lay down on your tummy,

“Ready?”

“Yeah” you groaned back as your body ached.

Nick walked to the side of the bed, putting a towel over your hips, tucking it into the waist of your cotton shorts. You started to squirm under his touch, you trusted Nick with your life, he was one of your best friends, but the feel of his warm soft fingers brushing over your skin, you didn’t know how to feel. Nick felt you go stiff, when you felt the dip of the bed and he straddled the backs of your thighs,

“Don’t usually get that reaction when I get on top of someone”

You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle snort and then a groan when a sharp pain ran across your shoulders down to your lower back, “Saying stuff like that will keep you single, you know that right?” you muttered.

Nick chuckled and you heard the squirt of cream hit his hands, “What would I do without your advice?” Nick shot back and you felt his hands land on your shoulders, the cold cream making you shiver “Ah there it is, that’s the reaction I usually get”

You giggled again and tried to relax as Nick ran his hands over your stiff body,

“The full Amaro experience, without the full Amaro”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Nick’s hot breath hit the back of your neck as his thumbs pushed into the knots in your shoulders, “you’re so tense” he tisked “Stop being so stiff, relax Y/N”

You let your body relax and you melted into his touch, feeling his fingers pushing into the knots in your shoulders and neck, his fingers rubbing them and working them out, the relief of them being pushed out under your skin with so much ease. His hands ran down your sides too your lower back and he started to rub gently there, the feel of his touch making the pain fade away slowly,

“Yes, Nick, right there” you groaned.

Nick laughed, his fingers running over the parts you needed them to rub the most,

“Does it feel good?” you could hear the amusement in his tone and you smiled wide not answering.

Nick worked on your lower back for a bit longer before you felt him move off you and you heard him leave the room. You heard a tap running and then you heard the microwave ding. Nick walked back into the room to stand next to the bed, sitting a heat pack on the bed and he pulled the towel out of your shorts, pulling it up over your skin and resting the heat pack on top of it. Nick leant down beside you and locked eyes with you, his hand reaching up to brush your hair out of your face behind yours ear,

“You feel better?” his thumb ran over your cheek.

“So much” you smiled "Thank you, Nick"

“Never be shy with me Y/N, you are absolutely beautiful in every way possible and I’ am so lucky to have you as my best friend. You can trust me, you know that?”

“I do”

“Good” he winked “Lay there for 10 mins, then we will order dinner”

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[littleoddwriter]

Update on Characters I write for:

Recently, I’ve gotten attached to even more characters, so I updated the lists on my Pinned Post. Nonetheless, I wanted to make this separate post to make y’all more aware of it. Please also note that I’m currently rather slow at fulfilling requests, due to health issues. So, please be patient with me when you request something, or have been waiting for the past month already, now. I assure you that as long as you don’t see me outright declining your request after a week (max.) of receiving it, I’m writing and uploading it within the next couple of weeks or months, depending on my health and such.

David Dastmalchian characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man* (The Suicide Squad)

Abra Kadabra (The Flash)

Bob Taylor (Prisoners)

Kurt Goreshter (Ant-Man)

Lonny Crane (The Belko Experiment)

Murdoc (MacGyver)

Thomas Schiff (The Dark Knight)

Law and Order: Special Victims Unit characters:

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Michael “Mike” Dodds

Detective Nicholas “Nick” Amaro

ADA Peter Stone

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Slashers:

Herbert West*

Ships:

Herbert West x Daniel “Dan” Cain

* The characters with an asterisk are ONLY available for (Trans) Male Reader.

At the moment, I’d be more inclined to fulfil requests for Headcanon Posts faster than fully fledged Fanfictions, since HC’s take up less energy for me.

Still, as always, I’m doing my very best to write everything as soon as possible!

AND PLEASE, be sure to read my PINNED POST (linked at the top) BEFORE you request anything at all, thank you!

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Nick Amaro

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~~Ficlets~~

Can you put a shirt on?

Accidental, then on purpose kiss

De-stressing**

Fingers under their shirt, rubbing circles into their skin and making them gasp

Staring at their lips until they give in and kiss them

A hoarse whisper “kiss me” & kisses down the neck

“Don’t be scared. I’m right here”

Sugar High  🍂

~~Multichapter Stories~~

Ugly Sweaters**  ⛄️ / Snowball Fight**   ⛄️ 

Lights**  ⛄️ / Fireside Lights**  ⛄️ 

Stress Release** / Part 2**

Coming Back / Part 2**

Behind Enemy Lines / Part 2**

A Solo Act 🎇 / Part 2 🎇

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Caught in the Rain**

First Time with Nick**

Matching PJs**  ⛄️

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Old Feelings, New Family  ⛄️

Holiday Strain**

Party Favors**

Experimenting**

Quiet Times**

Held Hostage**

Grand Slam**

Headaches**

Affects**

Scenarios

A Night Out**

Apologies**

Nicholas

Drunken Confessions**

Anxiety

4 Scenes

Quiet Evenings

Arguments**

Nothing Days

Pushing People Away

Teasing**

Truth (not a Nick x reader fic)

Professor Amaro**

Watch Me**

Fear of Loss**

Don’t Want to Lose You**

Phone Call**

Ride or Die**

In the Back of a Van

Worthy of Love**

How Much You Want It**

Beard Burn**

Quitting Your Job**

Out Like A Flame  💕

Take it out on Me**  💕

Sister Troubles  💕

Trying to Change  💕

Bar Games** 💕

Subtle** 💕

Lingerie** ☀

In A Park** ☀ 

Snow War ❄

#nick amaro masterlist #law and order svu fanfic #my writing

[svucarisiaddict]

“forget it. you fucking suck.” With the reader x Nick 🤗🤗

This one went a little long... “Watch this, Mommy!” Preston, your four-year-old called out to you as you came out the back door.

Nick waved and smiled. “We’ve been working hard this afternoon.”

“Show me what you got,” you said as you plopped down in the soft grass. The sun felt so good on your skin.

Nick turned his baseball hat backward and knelt down. He held his ball glove up in front of his chest. “Okay, Preston. Right in the middle of the glove.” 

He nodded his head. Preston pulled his arm back and threw the ball. It made a soft thud in the soft leather.

Nick pulled his hand from the glove and shook it feigning pain. “Yow, Preston. Bringing the heat.”

“I got more where that came from, Daddy Nick!” Preston shouted. 

Preston adored Nick. He had from day one of meeting him. It warmed your heart to see them together. For the last two years, Nick had been a father figure to him. Preston’s father, Tyler, had been in and out of your lives since Preston was born. If you looked up dead beat in the dictionary his picture would be there.

“Good job, buddy!” You clapped your hands as both of your guys beamed at you. “I think all that hard work deserves a big hot fudge sundae.”

Later that night it was just you and Nick lounging on the sofa watching the Yankees. Preston had fallen asleep hours ago after his bath. The day had totally exhausted him. 

“There’s something I’d like to discuss with you,” Nick stated.

“Hmmm..okay,” you responded sleepily. Apparently, it had been a long day for you as well. You pushed yourself up right from where you had been resting your head on Nick’s chest. 

He took a deep breath. “I want to adopt Preston.”

“You-you want to adopt him?” Immediately you felt tears prick your eyes. Preston and Nick had a tight bond, he was the best man at your wedding and he called Nick daddy half the time as it was. Neither you nor Nick ever corrected him. 

“It would make me so happy,” Nick said softly. “I love that kid…” Nick’s voice trailed off.

The couple of guys you dated after Tyler never called you after hearing you had a kid. When you agreed to go on a blind date with Nick you were hesitant but being a cop you figured he had to be a decent guy. He didn’t bat an eye when you told him you had a son that was almost two that you were raising on your own. 

“That would be amazing,” you said. 

A huge grin broke across his face. “You have no idea how happy this makes me.” Nick cupped your cheeks then pressed a kiss to your lips. “I can’t wait to tell Preston.”

“I’ve been looking over your paperwork. Mrs. Amaro. Your son’s father, Tyler Moore, has not had any contact in over two years. Is that correct?” Mr. Dailey your adoption lawyer asked.

“Yes, sir. That is correct. Nick has been the best father that anyone could ask for their child. He has supported him financially-” you started to explain.

He smiled and held up his hand. “It’s obvious that Nick cares about Preston very much and vice versa. The only thing that is going to hold this is finding Mr. Moore.”

“We have to have his permission? Even though he abandoned them and hasn’t even tried to contact them to ask if they’re okay?” Nick asked. His jaw was tensing and you knew he was getting upset. 

“Mr. Amaro in most cases like this the father is usually found not fit or he signs his rights away. I honestly don’t foresee any problems,” Mr. Dailey said reassuringly.

“Y/N. What are you doing here?” Nick asked as he stood from his desk flashing you his megawatt smile. He furrowed his brow when he saw the look on your face. “What’s wrong?”

“Um-uh,” you stuttered. “He filed for custody. Countersuing. I-” You held out the manilla envelope that you were served with at work.

Nick put a hand to the small of your back, directing you into the locker room. “Here, sit down.” He motioned to one of the bunks and removed the papers. You could see his face redden and his jaw clenched the more he read. “That son of a- where does he get the nerve?”

“What if he takes Preston from me?” you cried. 

Nick was by your side in a heartbeat. He put his arms around you. “Listen to me. That is not going to happen. He’s just doing this to hurt you. There is not a judge out there that would give him custody.”

“He’s been living right here in Manhattan. He never left, Nick.”

Nick gently rubbed up and down your arm. “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”

Nick walked up the four flights of stairs in the run-down apartment complex. When he knocked on the door a man with a faux hawk, tattoos and a cigarette hanging from his mouth answered the door. On the couch behind him was a woman with her eyes focused on the blaring TV.

“You Tyler?” Nick asked as he hung his aviators off his shirt.

“Depends. Who’s askin?” Tyler blew the smoke directly into Nick’s face smirking. 

He smirked back at Tyler. “I’m Nicholas Amaro.”

“Oh, the douche that thinks he’s going to play Daddy to my son.” He took another drag off his cigarette. “Preston is my son. That’s my DNA.”

Nick nodded. “Can’t argue that one. Just tell me a few things. What is his favorite color? Is he a Yankee or Mets fan? What did he dress up as for Halloween last year? Did you know he has had three ear infections just this year?” 

Tyler stood speechless as he listened to Nick’s questions. 

“I’ll tell you the answers; green, Yankees, a tiger. He may have your DNA but that doesn’t make you a dad.” When he still didn’t get a reaction Nick shook his head. “Forget it. You fucking suck. It will be a cold day in hell that you’ll take Preston from Y/N. See you in court.”

“This is Y/N,” you said into the phone. 

“Mrs. Amaro, this is Mr. Dailey. I have some good news. Preston’s father has not only dropped his custody case but he relinquished his rights. The adoption can move forward,” he said. 

To say you were stunned was an understatement. You were prepared to go to war for your son, now you didn’t have too. 

“Mrs. Amaro?”

“Um-yes. Thank-thank you,” you sniffled. 

“You are most welcome. We’ll have the three of you come to family court sometime in the next couple of months. Congratulations,” he said in a cheery tone.

After you ended the call you sat on the sofa and took a deep breath. Your emotions took over. You buried your face in your hands and sobbed in relief.

“Momma. Why are you crying?” Preston asked when he found you in tears.

Quickly wiping the tears away you smiled at him. “These are happy tears, baby,” you said then blew your nose on the tissue Preston offered you. 

“You cry when you’re happy?” He tilted his head and furrowed his brow. It was something Nick would do. “Remember we talked about Nick becoming your Daddy?”

He nodded his head and grinned. 

The initial conversation about Tyler, Nick adopting him and what that meant was kind of tricky to explain to a four-year-old. Preston had always known about Tyler and that he was his father. Some of the questions were easier to answer than others. 

“You will soon be Preston Amaro,” you said excitedly,

Preston started dancing and jumping around. When Nick came through the front door Preston ran up and said, “I’m going to be Amaro! Just like you and Momma!”

Nick's eyes snapped to yours. “Really?”

“Just got the call from Mr. Dailey a few minutes ago. Tyler dropped the case and signed over his rights,” you said softly. 

“I-” Nick got choked up. 

“I think Daddy needs a hug, Preston,” you announced.

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #daddy nick #protective nick

[dynowrites]

Hi friend! I'll send you a request! Could you do a Nick x Reader in which they're having their first real argument (I'm talking screaming at tops of lungs, knocking shit over [as he usually does on the show when angry], pissed off) after being together for like 6 months. Suddenly Nick gets upset (like crying) and he apologizes and is scared because he doesn't want to become his father? The reader comforts him etc etc?? Angst and fluff??

LISTEN BOO, I GOT THIS. I HOPE I DID YOU JUSTICE. Warning: contains abuse. ——

You were sitting on Nick’s couch just watching the TV. You had been watching the news a lot lately, keeping up to date with the case Nick and the squad were working on. You had heard the doorknob jiggle some until your boyfriend had opened the door. You heard him mumbled and talking in Spanish to someone. Nick knew you barely knew any Spanish, except a handful of words, the alphabet and counting to one hundred. Once the phone call ended, Nick placed all his stuff on the kitchen table with a sigh.

“Who was that, sweetie?” you had asked innocently as you shut the TV off. Still upset from the phone call, Nick had snapped.

“Why does it matter who I’m talking to?” Nick had given you attitude to your question. You just sat there on the couch for a moment before you stood with a frown.

“I just wanted to know wh-”

“Just forget it. Why do you even care who I’m talking to and about what?” Nick had cut you off mid sentence. You stood there and just watched the male before narrowing your eyes at him.

“So me, your girlfriend, can’t ask who you’re talking to? For god sake Nick, the conversation was in Spanish! You were taking to one of three people: your mother, Cynthia or Maria. Which one was it?” You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest. Nick glared at you before he went to the kitchen and got a bottle of beer out of the fridge.

“Oh, so you’re going to ignore me, Nicholas? I ask who you’re talking to on the phone and you snap!” You had raised your voice. Your boyfriend had took a few sips from his beer before turning to you.

“I don’t ask you who you’re talking to on the phone all the time, am I? No! So get off my back!” Nick at shouted. You had never heard him raise his voice at you. You two had actually never gotten into an argument. You could feel something in you change as you went to the kitchen and yanked the beer from his hand.

“It was Maria, wasn’t it?” You had asked your boyfriend. Nick didn’t respond and simply ripped the beer you had rudely taken from him out of your hand. At that moment, you knew him and Maria got into some kind of argument.

“Nicholas, when I ask a question, you answer it. Was it Maria?” You had asked sternly. Nick already knew you guessed it was Maria. He took a sip of the beer and quickly nodded.

“Why does it matter? Why are you making such a big deal out of me talking to Maria? Do you think I’m going back to her?” Nick began to argue with you. You rolled your eyes as once again went for his beer. He hand moved it out of your reach, causing you to get extremely irritated.

“I wanted to know because I’m your girlfriend! I have a right to know who you’re talking to when you walk through the god damn door! Why are you avoiding my questions?!” You began to raise your voice yet again. You had watched Nick had his expression changed. You could see the fire in his eyes, seeing that he was clearly pissed the fuck off.

“Why do you even give a flying fuck if it’s Maria? Are you really that insecure you think I’m going to go behind your back with my ex wife?! Why are you being such a bitch tonight?!” Nick was shouting at this point, louder than before. You could feel a few tears threaten your eyes as the word ‘bitch’ left his lips. You’ve never seen this man so angry. Once again, you went to grab his beer. Nick had yanked it away and then slammed the half empty bottle into the sink, causing it to break.

“I’m your girlfriend, Nick! I have a right to know who you talk to on the phone! I don’t keep anything from you! I asked a simple question and here you are yelling at me about it!” You had shouted back just as loud. You couldn’t tell if your neighbors could hear you or not, and you didn’t care if they could. You were beyond pissed at this point. Nick had mumbled something in Spanish before he reached into the fridge to grab another beer. When you closed the door before he could grab one, Nick glared you down.

SMACK

You cheek began to sting. You stood there in silence before you heard Nick shuffle away from you. He had made his way passed you, shutting the bedroom door behind him. Nick had never laid a hand on you like that, hell, he’s never hit a woman in his life. You just stood there incomplete shock at what just happened. After a minute, you had gone to the sink and began to pick the pieces of glass out of it. You cursed softly as you felt a large shard cut your hand. You continued to pick up as many pieces as you could and placed them on the kitchen counter.

You grabbed the small towel you had hanging off the handle of the oven and wrapped it around your hand. You made your way to the bathroom and began looked in the medicine cabinet and under the sink for your first aid kit. Sadly, you couldn’t find it and though to check the bathroom in the master bedroom. As you opened the door, you had seen Nick sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. Seeing your boyfriend like his absolutely broke your heart. You had taken a step toward him and placed your hand gently on his shoulder.

“N-Nick? You alright?” It was almost like you had forgotten about the argument you two had just gotten into. Nick slowly looked up at you and you saw that his eyes were red, a few tears running down his cheeks. Nicholas Amaro was crying in front of you. A few more tears escaped his eyes as he stared at your red and slightly swollen cheek.

“I-I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t mean to hit you… I grew up watching my father hit my mom and I all the time. I never wanted to be like him, but…” Nick couldn’t even finish his sentence. You had heard stories about Nick’s childhood and how his father was abusive. You had moved to sit beside him and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

“You’re already a better man that your father, Nick. You’ve always told me stories about him and how he used to hurt you and your mother. You had never laid a hand on me before and I know you didn’t mean to tonight. I-I’m sorry I got upset that you didn’t tell me who you were talking to…” You had whispered, feeling extremely guilty. Nick had slowly turned to look at you and gently placed multiple kisses on your cheek.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you, mi amor. Maria had called to tell me Zara isn’t coming to visit this summer and I got so angry with her. She isn’t allowing me to see my own daughter. I never meant to take it out on you.” Nick had spoken quietly between the kisses on your cheek. You giggled some and wrapped your arms around Nick’s neck.

“I love you, Nicholas. Just please don’t avoid me when I ask questions, alright?” You had asked. Nick nodded as he pressed his lips against yours.

“I promise, mi amor. I love you, too.” Nick whispered as he pushed you down against the bed. You had completely forgotten that you had cut your hand on glass. You just wanted Nick to have his way with you.

Thankfully, that’s exactly what happened. You were laying on Nick’s bare chest after you two had calmed down from what you two had done. It was then you stared at your hand that was still wrapped up in the small kitchen towel. You hand got up and gone to the bathroom to quickly clean the cut, even though it was no longer bleeding. You had quickly returned to your spot in bed, curled up against your boyfriend and slowly fell asleep with his arm wrapped tightly around your.

#law and order special victims unit #law and order: special victims unit #law and order svu #nick x reader #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro #nypd #nyc

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

Just Yours - Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen - More than Friends

A/N: Well, we haven’t had a proper Rafael/reader fight yet, so here one is! I know this is long, but I don’t even feel sorry. Please let me know what you think!!! This chapter is set around the episode, Padre Sandunguero. Word Count: 5,140 Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader Synopsis: Jealousy and anger arise after Nick’s father is arrested for domestic violence. Tags: @sergeantdodds, @sweetsummertime99, @evs14u, @gibbs274, @standing-in-a-downpour (Let me know if you wish to be tagged!)

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“Wait your father?” you asked, trying to listen to Nick as he explained how his morning was going. For some reason, your phone was breaking up so you only heard parts of what he was saying. You were also trying to get dressed for the day, so it was a little difficult to listen to him as you changed. 

“Yeah, he just showed up. Wanted to go to lunch. Tells me he’s getting married.”

“Getting married? To who?” 

“I don’t know. I told him I don’t want to meet her.”

“Oh Nick, I’m so sorry.” You heard him sigh on the other line. “Do you want to talk about it? Maybe later tonight?”

“No, I think I’m gonna go see my mom. Thanks, though.”

“Of course. Keep me posted.”

“Uh huh,” he said before hanging up. 

“What did Nick want?” Rafael asked, still laying half naked in bed. You tossed your phone on the bed and finished pulling up your pants. 

“His dad is back in town.”

“Oh nice,” he said, putting his hands behind his head. 

“Not really. He’s a huge asshole.” Rafael nodded in understanding. “I didn’t know him for that long. I think we met maybe once or twice. Nick’s always had a problem with him.”

“Why?”

“He’s an asshole.”

“Yeah, I got that.” You sighed. You had been searching for a particular shirt, but you had forgotten which one you were looking for. “I’m sorry.” You looked back at Rafael and he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Why?”

“I need to go see him.”

“Okay,” he said, getting out of bed. “I understand.”

“Thank you.” You kissed him softly.

“Call me later.”

“I will.” You quickly changed and left for the precinct. Nick had just gotten back from his mother’s house. You were sitting at his desk when he came back.

“Hey,” he said, surveying the room, purposefully not making eye contact. “I thought you had the day off.” You shrugged and looked up at him.

“I wanted to see you.” He laughed, with almost no joy in it. 

“Zara’s back.”

“Really? I have like a million things to give her. She could have moved into our apartment honestly.” Nick smiled, and it was genuine. 

“I’m sure she’s excited to see you, too.” 

“So, I’ll see if Graham wants to see her, too. A little date with her god-parents.”

“She’s gonna be busy,” he said, putting his hand on the back of his chair. You stood up. “You don’t have to move.” Again, you shrugged and sat down on the edge of his desk. You motioned your hand and he sat down. 

“Why is Zara gonna be busy?”

“She’s gonna be a flower girl in Nicholas’s wedding.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah,” he said, sighing. 

“I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “I’m here for you, you know,” you said, kicking his leg softly. He smiled up at you. 

“I know.” He touched your knee. 

You hung out with Nick in the office for the entire day. You got caught up on work, and talked with him when he wanted. He didn’t want to very much. You texted Zara, asking her how long she was here and when she could meet up. She was very excited, and you were, too. 

Sonny said his goodbyes to the two of you, and just as Nick was talking to Maria, and trying to convince you to go home, he got another phone call. 

“Hey, Zara.” His face immediately paled as he picked up the phone. He stood up and started walking towards the door. “Alright, just tell me what’s going on.” You raced after him, worried for Zara, too. 

Nick floored it all the way to the nightclub. He barely stopped his car as he ran in. You followed as he called for Zara. Eventually, the eight year old came running out with her grandma. 

“Daddy!”

“Zara!”

“Daddy! It was scary.”

“Are you okay? Que paso?” You ran your hand through Zara’s hair, and she smiled up at you a little. 

“One minute, everyone was dancing. Then all hell broke loose,” Nick’s mother said. Nick nodded and looked at you.

“Take them home, please.”

“Nick.”

“Please,” he said, touching your arm gingerly. You sighed and took Zara’s hand. “Take them home.”

“Call me,” you said. 

“I have a huge box of presents for you,” you said, laying on top of the bed with Zara. She smiled excitedly at you as you both colored in separate coloring books. 

“Daddy says you have a new boyfriend.”

“He did?” you asked with a smile. She giggled. “I do. He’s a lawyer.”

“Daddy hates lawyers.” You laughed along with her. 

“I know. But this one is nice.”

“Is he handsome?”

“Very.”

“Are you two gonna get married?” You laughed. 

“Maybe. What about you? Do you have any boyfriends?” She laughed.

“No way! Boys are gross.”

“Yes, they are.” Your phone chimed and you looked down to see a text from Nick, that he was on his way home. “Hey, Zar, it’s time for bed.”

“No, I wanna wait for Daddy.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’ll see him tomorrow.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?” you asked, as you tucked Zara into bed. You sat down on the edge and looked at her. 

“When will I see you again?”

“Before you go home. I promise. I still gotta give you your gifts.” She smiled and snuggled into her pillow. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” You flipped the light off as you walked back downstairs. Cesaria was exhausted and went to bed almost immediately after you came home. Nick walked in a couple of minutes later, and you rushed towards him.

“What are you still doing here?”

“Watching your family. What’s happening?”

“Go home,” he said softly. “You don’t need to be here.”

“I want to be. What’s happening?” 

“Nicholas hit Gabriella.”

“His fiance?”

“Yeah.”

“Did she tell you that?” He nodded as he walked into the kitchen. He took a beer from the fridge and downed most of it. 

“You don’t have to hang around.”

“Shut up. I know this has to be hard on you- and no, don’t give me that shit. I know you, Nick. Better than most.” He sighed and took another swig.

“I know. And I appreciate it. I’m just going to go to sleep. Liv told me to stay out of it. I promise, I’m fine. Go home. Barba hasn’t seen you all day.”

“He can manage.” He leaned in and kissed your forehead. 

“Thank you. I love you. Goodnight,” he said, walking towards the stairs. You smiled and walked to the door. You both looked back at each other.

“Goodnight,” you said.

Rafael was in bed when you came home. He had a book in his hands, and didn’t notice you until you kicked your shoes off and they clamored across the floor. 

“You been in bed all day?” He shook his head with a slight smile.

“I figured you’d be home earlier.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you said, as you continued to get undressed. “It was kind of a shit show with Nick’s dad.” He put his book down as you crawled in bed next to him. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You shrugged and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ll hear it all tomorrow. I sort of just want to sleep.”

“Okay.” He leaned over and turned the light out, bathing you in darkness. “Goodnight.” He rolled over and turned from you. 

“Goodnight.”

The next morning, Rafael seemed a little happier. He was going down to the precinct with you because today was the day that Nick’s father was going to be interviewed. After getting dressed, and grabbing a quick bite to eat, you walked out the door.

“I thought we were supposed to stay separated from this case,” you said, looking up at Olivia in confusion. Nick was sitting at his desk across from yours, and was looking up with the same look. 

“Well, we want Nick to, but we think, if we have you in there he might be more keen to tell the truth.”

“He barely knows me,” you said.

“He’ll remember you,” Nick said firmly. You looked over at him and he shrugged. You frowned at him and nodded.

“Okay? Who am I going with?”

“Finn.” You nodded and met Finn in the hallway outside of the interrogation room. 

“So she did convince you.” 

“Yep.”

“Alright, let’s go.” He opened the door, and you walked into the room. Nicholas Amaro was sitting at the table with his lawyer, a grim look on his face. That changed a little when he saw you. His frown turned more smug.

“Y/N, Nicky’s girl,” he said, pointing at you. You smiled politely and sat down.

“Actually, it’s Detective Dodds. This is Detective Tutuola.” Finn sat down next to you. “So, let’s talk about what happened.”

“Like my client already told you,” D’Angelo said, leaning forward. “He was defending his fiance.”

“Right, and that’s what she said, too, but we can’t find one witness that saw Javier go downstairs.”

“Drunk people in a dark chaotic room - what do they know?”

“We did find witnesses who saw you putting ice on your knuckles after coming upstairs.” Nicholas tilted his head and shrugged.

“I was defending my fiance. I mean, he had it coming to him. You know what I’m talking about,” he said, looking at you.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I know that Gabriella has a fractured skull and a busted lip.”

“She’s not pressing charges,” D’Angelo said.

“It was the night before our wedding, tensions were running high. You’re telling me that things never got out of hand with you and Nick?” You stood up, and walked to one of the mirrors. Leaning against the wall, you took a deep breath and looked at Nicholas.

“Nope.”

“Come on, he’s just like his father.” You shook your head. “The two of you didn’t even make it a week past your engagement.”

“Alright,” Finn said, “Let’s get back to what happened that night.”

“Come on. I’d never hit a woman.”

“All do respect. No witnesses, she’s not pressing charges, we’re done.”

“Domestic violence is a must arrest.”

“But it’s not a must charge,” D’Angelo said, standing up. You sighed and watched as the two men walked out. You looked over at Finn and he frowned. He stood up and walked to the door that led into Olivia’s office. He opened it for you and you walked in to find Rafael talking with Liv. Your heart sunk and you felt sick. 

“That didn’t go so well,” Liv said. You nodded, still trying to read Rafael, who was not looking at you. He was looking in Olivia’s direction but wasn’t actually seeing her. 

“We see guys like this all the time. He ducks every question,” Finn said.

“He believes his own lies,” you said. Rafael blew air out of his nose, still not looking over at you.

“So what do we do now?” Finn asked.

“We prep for trial,” Rafael said. He picked up his briefcase, and walked out the door, not saying anything. Olivia and Finn looked over at you, showing some sympathy. You rolled your eyes and walked out the door. 

“Hey, how’d it go?” Nick asked, leaning back in his chair. You shook your head and walked past him. The elevator was already going down, so you took the stairs. You ran down them and out onto the street. 

“Rafael!” you shouted. He was looking down at his phone and turned to face you. He frowned a little as you ran to catch up with him.

“Did you run all the way down here?”

“Yes, because you walked out on me.” He sighed and continued walking towards his office. “Can we at least talk?”

“What about?” You rolled your eyes.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t know why you didn’t tell me.”

“Because Nicholas was right. We didn’t last a week past our engagement. And I’d use the term engagement loosely.” Rafael sighed and checked his phone again. 

“Okay,” he said, stopping.

“Okay?”

“I believe you. But I’m not gonna lie and say that I’m not a little bit upset about this.” He looked up at you and smiled a little. “You should get back to work.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tonight.” He nodded and looked down at his phone again, and walked away.  You stood awkwardly for a moment before turning back towards to the precinct.

Rafael sat in Olivia’s office for the fourth time that week, looking at one of the people he wanted to see least. He watched as confusion and anger swept across Nick’s face.

“You want me to testify?” Rafael nodded and looked over at Olivia, who was beginning to try and explain things to Nick. “But last I heard, you wanted me to stay away.” 

“I did, pero, tu padre, who’s even more stubborn than you are,” he replied, glaring at Nick just a bit. “Wouldn’t take a plea. He says his honor is too important.”

“Well that’s not my problem,” Nick said, standing up. Rafael clenched his jaw and fought off the urge to roll his eyes. This case was difficult enough for Nick, and he didn’t want to do anything to purposefully make it worse for him, but Nick wasn’t being much help. “Well look, there were one hundred people at that party, and I wasn’t one of them.”

“And none of them saw the fight,” Olivia said. “You’re the one who Gabriella made her outcry to, Nick.” She stood up and looked him in the eye. “You’re also the only one who can testify that it was part of a pattern.” Nick paled and stared at Olivia for a minute, taking what she just said in.

“You told him about that? Those were private conversations,” he said softly.

“It was pertinent, Nick. I had to inform.” 

“Inform is right,” he said, rolling his eyes. He started walking out of the room. “You enjoying this? Huh?” he asked Rafael.

“No.” And he wasn’t. At all. “But if your father sees your name on the list, maybe he’ll plea it out.” Nick opened the door and looked back at Rafael and Olivia.

“And what if he doesn’t? I mean how do I explain that to the rest of my family?” He closed the door behind him and Olivia looked over at Rafael with a sigh. He shrugged and stood up, fixing his suit.

“Don’t worry about him.”

“I can’t help it. This has got to be awful for him.”

“I’m sure it is. But he’s got Y/N to watch over him,” he said with a little to much spite. Olivia eyed him and Rafael wished he hadn’t had said anything.

“Everything okay between you two?”

“Yeah,” he said, again, too spiteful and short.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He finished buckling up his briefcase and turned back to his friend. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” She nodded and the slightest smile started working its way across her face. 

“For the record, I didn’t know they had been engaged before, either.” Rafael sighed.

“We’re fine, Liv.” She frowned at him and he smiled just a bit. “Thank you for your concern.”

“Of course.” He smiled once more before walking out the door. He was glad to be rid of Olivia’s judging eyes, and her advice she would surely continue to give. Rafael didn’t need to hear that the two of you should be talking. He knew you should be. But if you did, then you would have to face all of the problems. Right now it was just better to ignore it. Or easier. 

As he walked out of the precinct, he walked past your desk where you were talking quietly with Nick. You looked up at Rafael and smiled ever so slightly. He didn’t stop, and didn’t breath until he got to the elevator. 

You were ready to actually talk with Rafael, as you stood in his office. He was getting prepared for opening statements, and was currently buttoning up his shirt again. You hadn’t said anything since you came in and the suspense was suffocating.

“Rafael-” You were cut off when Carmen walked in. She smiled sympathetically at you both. She always knew everything.

“Mr. Barba, Mr. D’Angelo would like to meet with you. Immediately.” Rafael looked at her in bewilderment.

“Opening statements are in a few minutes.” She shrugged.

“Should I tell him no?”

“No. I’ll meet him in a conference room downstairs in a minute.” She nodded and shut the door behind her. “I’m sorry,” he said to you. “I guess we’ll have to talk later,” he said with a little smile. You laughed softly and nodded.

“Can I come with you?” you asked. He nodded and you followed after him, his coat in your hand. The two of you walked down to the tiny room, finding D’Angelo and Nicholas standing outside. Nicholas smiled when he saw you and you started to rethink your decision to join Rafael.

“Talk fast, Mr. D’Angelo,” Rafael said, opening the door and following everyone inside. “Opening statements are in five minutes.” You sat down at one of the chairs, still holding tightly onto Rafael’s jacket.

“Well I can’t talk as fast as you, Mr. Barba, but here goes.” You snorted softly and you thought you saw the slightest twinge of a smirk on Rafael’s face. Nicholas paced the room nervously, and you tried to ignore his gaze. “In the interest of sparing his family any more embarrassment, my client is willing to plea to a crime he didn’t commit.”

Rafael started putting on his vest as he said, “You know my office can’t accept a plea without a genuine admission of guilt.”

“Well you have no cooperating complainant. You have no eyewitnesses. I say we drop this down to a disorderly conduct, be done with it.” Rafael didn’t look amused, but still managed to crack a smile.

“Dis-con? He cracked her skull.”

“Hey, I was defending my fiance,” Nicholas said, turning to face the group.

“Please, you think some jury’s gonna believe that?” Rafael asked. You touched his sleeve softly. You loved that he never backed down from a fight, except maybe from you, but Nicholas was definitely not the man to fight with. Especially now. Nick had told you too many stories for you to think of him as anything other than dangerous. 

“Well I’ll tell you what. My daughter will testify. So will my fiance,” he said with a shrug. “Am I making this up? No one saw this. Are you counting on my son? Cause there’s something you should know. He’s never had the nerve to go up against his father. Alright? He still doesn’t.” You scoffed and shook your head. Nicholas twisted his lips. 

“Assault three,” Rafael said. “Sixty days in Rikers.” Nicholas laughed and D’Angelo turned to him.

“Nicholas, please. You’re looking at hard time here. Please, for the sake of your family.” You flinched when Nicholas shot up. Rafael looked at you and for the first time in the entire week you saw the softness that his eyes usually held. 

“I don’t take crumbs. Especially from this,” he said, walking towards Rafael, who stared him down. “This gentleman who wears suspenders and steals women from my son.” You opened your mouth to say something but stopped yourself. Nicholas stared at Rafael for a moment, but neither of them backed down until Nicholas left. D’Angelo followed after him and you stood up.

“I’m sorry, Rafael.”

“Why?” he asked, taking the coat from your hands. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know, I just-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Let’s go. I want this asshole behind bars.” You smiled and walked towards the door. He opened it, and before you walked out, you kissed his temple.

“For what it matters, I like your suspenders.”

“Make it a double,” Rafael said, leaning over the bar with Nick. 

“Tough day?” the other man asked.

“It’s a he-said, she-won’t-say,” he said with a sigh. “No one else saw what happened, and the jury senses all my witnesses have a grudge against your father. Thank you,” he said to the bartender.

“Do they see why?” Nick asked.

“I doubt it,” Rafael said honestly. “He’s sitting at the table, smiling at the judge, flirting with the stenographer, egging his attorney on. He’s got the whole room on his side.” 

You walked in at that moment, and came up to the two men. Rafael told you that he was coming down here, and to come if you wanted. You hadn’t expected Nick to be here, though. 

“Ahh, it’s the story of my life,” Nick said, leaning over the bar. You put a hand on his back as you walked up and he smiled at you. Rafael did, too, but it was more lackluster. 

“I’m gonna see if they'll take a plea for harassment.”

“What a misdemeanor? He fractured her skull.”

“You and I know that, but even if you do testify, he could still walk.”

“But- What are you telling me?”

“You don’t have to do this,” Rafael said, the softness coming back into his green gaze. “I never should have asked you to testify in open court against your father.”

“Are you playing me, now?”

“No. I know what it’s like to have to face down your old man.” You looked up at Rafael, worry in your eyes. He hardly ever spoke about his father. “Mine’s dead fifteen years and my hand still curls into a fist when I think of him.” Your hand went to his back, now and he frowned at you. 

“So what? He just gets to walk away? Again?” Nick was focusing on the shelf of liquor, not looking at the two of you.

“It’s your family, your call.” Nick nodded, still staring at the shelf. Rafael stood and looked at you.

“I’m gonna call a cab.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” you said. He nodded and looked between you and Nick. He hesitated for a minute before walking out. “Nick, go home. You don’t want to be here.”

“I don’t want to be there either.”

“Go to your apartment then. You don’t need to see your family now.” He sighed and nodded, standing up straight. You looped your arm in his and walked with him outside. Rafael was standing outside, hailing a cab.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Nick said.

“You want to testify?” you asked. Rafael was in earshot and looked over.

“Yeah.” You nodded and went to hug Nick. He hugged you back tightly, squeezing your waist. 

“I know how hard this is for you. I’m sorry.”

“Thanks.” You nodded. The cab pulled up for the two of you and you smiled at Nick once more. You went up to kiss his cheek.

“Goodnight, Nick. I love you, you are going to get through this,” you said. He bit his lip and smiled at you a little. You climbed into the cab after Rafael. He was staring at the window, and for the entire ten minute drive, he didn’t say anything. 

You walked up the steps of your apartment in silence, and Rafael walked immediately up to the room that would be his office, once everything was finally put away. He shut the door and you sighed. The talk that you needed to have before needed to happen. It needed to happen right now. You walked up the steps and knocked on his door, even though it was your home, too.

“Come in,” he said. You swung open the door and found him shuffling through past cases and boxes of files.

“Do you have to do this right now?” you asked.

“What should I be doing? Fighting with you?” You sighed.

“Yeah.” He looked up at you, sadness filling his eyes. He took a deep breath, and held out his hand, like he was about to say his opening arguments in court. 

“I know that this is hard for Nick, and I know that you two are good friends, but a lot has come out of this, and I don’t know what to think of it.”

“Okay, I realize I should have told you that we were engaged, but I promise, Rafael, it was nothing. I dated Nick on and off for about three years, and we decided that it was what everyone expected of us.”

“You still said yes.” You sighed.

“Yeah. But I also called it off.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because Nick and I are only meant to be friends. We fought a lot, and I knew he still loved Maria. They were on when we were off.”

“Did you still love him when you broke it off?” he asked. You nodded. “Do you still love him now?”

“How could you ask me that? You know I love you.”

“I do, but I also heard you tell Nick that you love him.” You groaned and ran a hand through your hair.

“Yes. I love him. But not in the same way. Not in the way I love you. You still love Yelina and I don’t throw that in your face.” Rafael’s face fell, deeper than a frown.

“I wasn’t throwing Nick in your face.”

“Yes you do. You always do. You get upset when I hang out with Nick any time.”

“That’s not true,” Rafael said, shaking his head.

“Yes it it. You’re jealous of him.”

“I am not jealous of Nick,” he said firmly. “And things between Yelina and I are a lot different.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“How is it any different? Because Nick didn’t marry one of my best friends when I was still in love with him?” Rafael clenched his jaw. 

“How is this even related? We’re talking about you and Nick.”

“No. We’re talking about you and Nick,” you said. “You haven’t liked Nick since we started dating.”

“Maybe because you keep everything about him a secret,” he spat.

“Maybe I do that because you can’t handle finding out little details about him.”

“Being engaged to him is just a little detail?” Rafael asked, scornfully. 

“No.”

“So you were just not going to tell me at all?”

“No.”

“So when were you going to tell me?”

“I don’t know. Not in the middle of a case where he clearly needs me.”

“Nick always needs you.”

“And that bothers you. I don’t know why. You don’t get upset when Graham needs me, or I hang out with him.”

“You never loved Graham.”

“Yes I do. I love him like I love Nick now. I don’t know why you can’t see that.” Rafael grumbled and you kicked the box near your feet. You could feel tears forming in your eyes, and you didn’t want to go any further. 

“Because Graham doesn’t love you! Nick still does!” he shouted. The tears that were threatening to spill over finally did. 

“Nick doesn’t still love me.” Rafael scoffed.

“You’re blind then.”

“No, you are,” you said. “You are blind and insane if you think that I love Nick. That I would ever leave you for him. You’re blind because I love you so much, Rafael, and you can’t get passed your jealousy for a man who has long been just a friend of mine.”

“You let Nick treat you like a lot more than a friend.” You shook your head and walked towards the door. You wanted to say more, but couldn’t think of the words. You slammed the door shut behind you and walked into your bedroom.

“Nick,” you said, running into him as he was leaving the courthouse. “I thought the trial just finished.”

“Yeah, and jury is already back.” You looked up at him and frowned.

“I’m sorry,” you said, touching his shoulder. He shrugged. 

“Barba did what he could. My father is a liar and he’s always gonna lie. My family just lets him run the show.”

“You’re not like that,” you said. Nick sighed and you motioned to one of the benches lining the wall. You sat with him and looked at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? I mean, I know this is hard for you, but-”

“No, I don’t mean about the case. Are things okay with you?” At that moment, you noticed Rafael and Olivia talking down the hallway and a pained expression must have washed over your face. “Y/N.”

“It’s nothing new from this case,” you said. “I’m fine.” Nick shoved your knee with his knee.

“We can talk about it.”

“I know. But I’m kind of tired of talking. It doesn’t usually get me anywhere.” The doors across the room opened up and Nicholas Amaro, his lawyer, fiance, and daughter all walked out. Nick stiffened up and you instinctively stood up. They walked by and didn’t say anything, until Nicholas came by.

“See, Nicky? I’m always right.”

“Okay, Mr. Amaro,” you said, standing somewhat in front of Nick, who stood up now, too. 

“What are you defending him now?”

“Come on, Dad,” Sonya said, trying to urge her father along. 

“Nick doesn’t need defending, but yeah I’m gonna stand by him.”

“Where was that attitude at the engagement?”

“Alright, Nicholas,” Nick said, cutting in front of the two of you. “You got what you wanted. You don’t even know what you’re talking about. Get out of here.”

“Nicky, I’m still your father, I still-”

“Go.” He sighed and swaggered out with his group. Nick looked down at you and then across the room, to where Rafael and Olivia used to be. They were now a few feet away, and even he could see the tension between you two. 

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, touching his forearm quickly before leaving. You walked down the steps, waiting for the moment that Rafael would call to you. The moment that he would stop you and apologize and tell you how much he loved you. He didn’t, and the further you walked, he still didn’t come to you. 

You made it all the way to your apartment before you realized you needed to go back to work, anyhow. You took a deep breath and pulled out your phone, hoping for at least a message from Rafael. There wasn’t one, so you decided to leave your own. He didn’t usually answer his cell phone while he was at work, unless it was for work, and he wasn’t going to answer your calls anyhow now, so you knew it would go to voicemail.

“Hey, it’s me. I’m gonna stay at Graham’s for a while. I don’t know. I don’t know what to do right now. I don’t know where we go from here. Maybe we need a break. Make sure to water the plants.”

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Heyyy, you've got a pretty organized requesting system! Anyways~ how about Fluff #9 "you're too tiny for that, let me help." for Amaro & South Asian Fem!Reader -- I'm short so this prompt has my whole heart. As for the synopsis, I'm imagining smth where reader works at the library he takes Zara to and she's putting books on a shelf but she's short so nick helps while Zara reads? Basically a fluffy meet cute, after all, who deserves a fluffy meet cute more than nick?

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Nick Amaro x South Asian Fem!Reader

genre: fluffy fluff fluff/maybe a little smutty?

warnings: cute aggression.

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

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

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In instances of divorce, it’s common for some parents to play tug-o-war with their child, using them as a tool of revenge and spite, a traumatizing experience that happens far too often. Nick Amaro had seen it all, he’d lived it all at one point in his lifetime.

- Violence in front of children.

- Emotional/Physical/Medical abuse & neglect.

- Parents using their child as tools of manipulation.

- Parents keeping their children away from the other.

- Parents filling their children’s heads with lies about the other simply to turn them against the other.

- Parents abandoning their children after a marriage ends.

And so on and so forth.

Which is why he’d thrown himself into fatherhood, he never wanted Zara to go through what he did. What he’d seen.

Lately, Zara had been growing into quite the intelligent little lady. Recently she’d become obsessed with cooking/baking, seeing a child’s starter recipe cookbook on an ad, the little girl just had to have it so she could create the best homemade double chocolate chip cookies, a popular recipe on page 25 of the cookbook. Amaro was now on a mission to find it.

Anything to make his favorite girl happy. He adored seeing her eyes light up like christmas morning so he made her a promise, after school they’d take a trip down to the grocery and bookstore to finally find this special cookbook she just had to have and make those double chocolate chip cookies she’d been desperately craving for the past 2 days. It was hard to say no to such an adorable face.

“Daddy, c’mon! You’re walking like a snail”!

“I had to lock the car doors, Mija. How are we getting home to make these cookies if someone steals the car”?

Zara rolls her eyes, though her dad was a detective, crime was still a foreign concept to her child brain, to her, Amaro is overreacting over a nonsense hypothetical.

“Papa, you’re silly”. Is all the child can offer in her excitement, and for once Nicholas is glad his little girl is still so innocent and full of wonder — She skips into the bookstore, humming a lullaby Nick sings to her at bedtime, his eyes scan the harsh fluorescent lit store, shelves lined with books upon books, white laminated signs with the name of each genre typed in Comic Sans.

He could count the amount of workers on one hand, along with the amount of customers on the very same. The cashier gives him a fake grin, politely asking if he could help with anything; Amaro sees relief on the teens face when he replies with an equally as fake smile, politely declining before following after his all too hyper daughter — With the amount of sugar she was about to get, it would turn out to be a long long night.

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It’d been a long 6 hours in the library, not only was it slow but at times horribly boring, the intake didn’t start until it was almost time for the end of your shift, and boy were you ready for the end of your shift — Today an event for the children’s section was happening, a highly loved author of a series of mystery books called “P.I Pat” for little ones had come for a reading of the newest installment of the series. Your little cousins loved the series but you? Not so much.

Glancing at the clock you see little feet shuffling to the shelves, you wince as more books are moved to random locations, apparently P.I Patty needed multiple books for not only the author but the children to read as well. Something about wanting to turn the read in into a reading lesson as well; more books are removed from shelves, little feet scamper away back to the children’s corner — a too bright corner with colorful reading carpet that reads “Reading is fun & fundamental” surrounded by beanbags of all colors, 2 desktops, a small penguin television, and a few stuffies who’d seen some shit during their stay.

It’s regularly cluttered and messy from all the little humans that run through the bookstore after the many, many events held.

You groan, unlocking the wheels on your book cart and trudging to the shelves, you refuse to put the books all back until the event is over but you still wanted to gather up the stray books to at least alleviate your workload for the day.

And just when you’ve finished your mission, there’s a squeaky voice sounded in your ear, a mother and her son asking for a book on one of the highest shelves there is before walking away towards the counter without another word.

You stare at the taunting black hard covered scouts book and groan, hoping your tiptoes won’t fail you.

With puffed out cheeks and determination, you almost manage to grab hold of the hard cover, but just when you think you’ve got it, it slips away once again leaving you frustrated to no end.

Your continuous, seemingly non ending struggle is taken notice by another patron, coming up next to you, the man grabs onto the book, just barely grazing your hand with his as the book is finally free from it’s sacred spot on the newly unorganized shelf; something you’d need a ladder for later.

You can feel his breath tickle your ear, a deep cuban italian tinged accent sends a shudder through you, “You’re too small for that, let me help”.

You spin around, ready to give the stranger a piece of your mind for the “too small” comment, only to be met with the dangerously gorgeous eyes of Nicholas Amaro, your voice doesn’t seem able to come out any longer, and the caramel of your skin is now twinged with maroon from the tips of your ears to the balls of your apple cheeks.

Amaro is no better, Zara tugs on her dads shirt repeatedly until she gains his attention and breaks through the tension, “Daddy stop staring at the pretty lady, we have to get my book”!

Successfully broken through, you giggle at the little ladies cuteness and turn your attention to her, a grin spread bright across your features kneeling down to her height.

“My names Y/n, can I ask what book you’re looking for, pretty”? You return the compliment, booping her nose much to the little ones enjoyment. — Zara beams, and Amaro can’t help but tune in to such an adorable interaction, yet his eyes aren’t specifically on his daughter any longer, they follow you and your movements instead.

“I’m Zara! It’s called Little Chefs! Papa says I can make double chocolate chip cookies tonight, I’m gonna be a chef when I grow up”.

Her eyes show that youthful innocence that you adore seeing in the kids that come in, so full of life and wonder without a care in the world, as much as you love to complain about your job, there’s also so much that you love about it.

Looking up to Nick, you give him a wave and turn back to Zara, “Is that so? Well, luckily we just got Little Chefs back in stock specially for adorable little chefs like you. Wanna follow me? You and your papa”?

Amaro clears his throat when you both look up at him, he nods trying to gather words that didn’t make him out to be a bumbling idiot.

“Yeah, yeah. C’mon, Zarbear…I promised you a cookbook, yeah”?

Nailed it.

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As you walk down the way too long shelves, you and Amaro fall into casual conversation but every second or so he’ll trip you up with a flirtatious comment or two, and whilst Zara catches on quickly, her mind is too occupied on the thought of cookies and her new book, besides, she and Mama Amaro have been pushing Nicholas to date for a minute now since it’d been a fair amount of time since he and Maria had divorced.

Getting to the aisle, Zara’s eyes focus in on the the children’s corner and the read in, with a head tilted, she grabs onto your shirt and pulls this time.

“I’ve been working here for about 2 years now while I get my PHD- Yes”? You snicker, looking down at the little girls excited expression, eyes sparkling when she points to the corner.

“What’s happening over there”? She asked, letting her hand fall to her side after her mission is completed.

“That’s Suzy Quintallez, the author of the P.I Patty series. She’s doing a read in for the latest installment”.

Zara’s eyes widen wildly in excitement, a squeal leaving her lips as she jumps up and down turning to her dad with hands cupped into a plead, “I love P.I Patty. Papa please! Can I go with the other kids!? Just for a little”? jutting out her bottom lip, a move she knows weakens her father right up.

Sighing, Nick looks back at you, deciding he wants more time to talk and this is a good opportunity. Looking back to his excited daughters face, he shakes his head lightheartedly and smiles.

“Go ahead, Amor. I’ll pay for the book and come get you afterwards, sound good”?

“SOUNDS GOOD! I love you papa”! Zara hugs her dad tightly before running off to join the other kids, leaving the two of you alone.

“She’s adorable, looks just like you. You and your wife are lucky to have such a cutie like her”.

The oldest trick in the book, mentioning a spouse in an attempt to gouge out someone’s love life’s status. — Nick gladly indulges your request for an answer, a soft smirk on his face when he realizes what’s happening, “I’m single, my ex-wife and I divorced a year ago. It’s just Zar and I”.

Licking his lips, you try not to show to find too much enjoyment in knowing he’s a bachelor, “A guy like you? Single”?

He chuckled, nodding, “I’m an SVU detective, sometimes my job can be a tad hectic. What about you? I’m sure you’ve got men nipping at your heels”.

You blush a little, shrugging, “Mm, my ex girlfriend and I called it quits 5 months back and the guy I was seeing turned out to be…interesting in a ‘I need to get the fuck gone’ kinda way”.

Just when Amaro is about to ask more questions, maybe your number. Maybe a date. The mother and son from earlier that you’d completely forgotten about, cut in.

“HEY! We’ve been at this damn register for almost 15 fucking minutes. Care to stop eye fucking this dude and ring us up”?

Flustered and thrown off, you whisper a small ‘Sorry’ and scamper off to the counter.

“Shit. I am so sorry, Ma’am”.

“Yeah, well you should be”.

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After completely forgetting about a customer, you and Amaro had not much time to talk, until he’d come to ring up the cookbook Zara was seeking out. That tint of strawberry has reserved a spot on your face, still embarrassed about your small little fumble that for a moment you don’t even speak nor look at the man until the book is rang up and bagged, you both speak at the same time.

“I’m so sorry-”

“I’m so sorry-”

You both laugh a little, he allows you to go first.

“I’m so sorry about earlier” is what you finally say but Nicholas is hearing nothing of it, shaking your words off as well as shaking his head.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have held you asking all those questions, I just…You’re gorgeous”.

If you had a drink in your mouth, you’d very well have spit it out in that moment, eyes widening, stammering over your words, “I’m- You- M-me”?

He confirms with a nod, chuckling at how cute you are, “Yes, you, Hermosa. I came here to buy a book but I think I wanna leave with your number. Is that okay”?

His soft baby browns stare into your grey ones, lip tugged between your teeth as his words sink in, and not even 2 seconds later are you grabbing the man’s phone and inputting your number in it.

Just after, Zara runs up to her dad with a huge smile on her face, the event nearing an end and all the kids finding their parents.

“Papa, papa! I’m ready to make my cookies”, She runs into his arms to which he happily picks up his princess, an interaction that brings a smile to your face.

“We should get to it then, huh? Wanna say bye to Miss Y/n”?

Zara nods and grabs the bag from your hand, leaning her head on Amaro’s, “Can I tell you a secret, Miss Y/n”? she asks leaning in closer.

“Of course you can, ladybug”! Her energy is contagious, you find yourself leaning in before you’d even answered.

She whispers a little whisper into your ear, Amaro just barely hears. It’s his turn to turn beet red.

“I think my papa likes you”.

Snickering, you cup your hand to tell her a “secret” as well, this time Nick hears clearly, “I think I might fancy him as well”.

Zara giggles happily, pulling back from your “super top secret” conversation and looking back at her dad then to you once more, “Bye Miss Y/n”!

She waves at you to which you return the gesture before looking to her dad, sending him a wink and watching until they’re out of sight.

It’s then that you freak out a little, your feet doing “tippy taps” as you squeal happily, ready to clock out now more than ever.

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That night after all is said and done, though you doubted Nick would ever message you again after sending the test message to save numbers.

That is… until your phone dings just as you’ve gotten out of the shower.

Your smile is absolutely beaming when you see his name on screen.

nicky boy 📱: dinner and skating this saturday? i’d love to get to know you better, pretty girl.

. . . . . . . .

Now, who were you to turn down Nicholas Fucking Amaro?

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

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

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

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

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

↳ ❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you having sex with this guy”?

“Let’s talk about you”.

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

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

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

“You know what pisses me off”?

“What’s that”?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you think he cares about you”?

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

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

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

“I don’t. He’s not”.

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

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

“Are you tricking me”?

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

“These ‘girls’ think you do”.

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

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

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

“Do you”?

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

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

“Now he’s got the gun on Y/ln”.

“Where are the students”? Chief Dodds asked.

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

“Fast, we need to take our shot”.

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

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

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

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

“Unfortunately…Not yet”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was all going so good.

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

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

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

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

“It is too late”.

“I read your manifesto”

“You did”?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why isn’t she getting him in range”?

“Just give her time”.

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

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

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

“I have never kissed anyone”.

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n! Hey! Are you alright? Yeah”?

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

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

“Okay, Okay…Okay? I’m fine”.

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

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

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

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

“Nick”?

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

“I did the best I could. Right”?

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

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

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

“Entiendo, Amor”.

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

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

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POISONED MOTIVE.(Nick Amaro X Black Afab Reader)

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

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

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

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, well. I got some news”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My name is Gloria Christina Montero”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(her outfit)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Genre: Angst/Fluff.

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

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

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Got it, papa”!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Genre: Angst/Fluff.

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

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

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, Amaro. Please, come quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please, Amaro. End this nightmare.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Genre: Fluff/Smut.

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

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

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know”. You sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sure it did”.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh no. Don’t you dare patronize me”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She knew you all too well.

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

(Your Hair and Dress)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About time”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Darling. You got more for me”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have a deal, Detective”.

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

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Twerp. (Nick Amaro x Black Fem Detective!Reader)

Genre: Angsty/Fluff.

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

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

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

A/N: this gif is officially my excuse to write enemies to lovers with nick. that is all.

He’d never liked you, it was clear, always fighting you on the tiniest things. Nicholas Amaro was a complex person, from the moment you arrived it was as if he had some sorta vendetta against you. Giving you the name twerp as his welcome to SVU gift. You weren’t sure if he’d ever warm up to you, it was especially hard considering you were partners but that didn’t seem to dissuade him from being a complete asshole to you. It’d gotten you both in trouble plenty of times before. Now? You were tired and ignoring it, letting his hate roll off of you and doing your job. Maybe that’s what had set Nick off today. The fact you were done engaging with him and feeding into the constant arguing, maybe he was irritated cause your face hadn’t scrunched up into an annoyed expression when looking at him. It was simply business.

You seemed tense today, there was a case involving a 13-year-old teen who’d been impregnated by her Pimp and she was seeking help but before you could catch up to the pimp, he’d found Alissa first and beat her so badly she’d had a miscarriage and had barely made it out alive. She’d gained the strength to call you before losing consciousness. Nick was aware that your job could be…traumatic but you seemed extremely broken up today, he was concerned and how does one hide that concern? Through “hatred”.

Benson was the only one in the entire precinct who knew you inside and out, she’d been an older sister figure to you for 13 years now, leading you as you worked your way up through academy and being an NYPD officer, now an SVU detective. She was the only one who knew about your past and why this case was particularly hard on you. She’d offered you the rest of the week off but you declined, you wanted to prove you were strong enough to deal with this despite your past. Your nails and lips however reflected the overwhelming anxiety rushing throughout your veins but pride was a hefty thing. Nicholas Amaro knew all about that.

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“Twerp”. Nick spun his chair next to you, smirk loud on his face but you ignored it. Ignored him. You weren’t in the mood today and life was already coming at you heavily and the last thing you needed was Nick trying to push you into an argument. Rollin’s head picked up when she noticed him near you, knowing today wasn’t a good day for you and being an overly protective sister type towards you, she sent a glare his way and a mouthed, ‘Don’t’. Oh how she wished he’d listened.

“I don’t wanna talk right now, Amaro. Annoy someone else”. You warned him, not looking up from your laptop to acknowledge his presence but he wasn’t done, he didn’t like that, didn’t like the fact you called him Amaro instead of Nicholas like you usually did cause you knew he hated it, and didn’t like that you barely acknowledged him; enclosing a hand over yours on your keyboard, “Hey, I know today was a hard case”, he started off so well, his voice was laced with what seemed to be genuine concern, your eyes searched for sincerity in his and you’d even almost teared up but you quickly snapped out of it.

Feet placed firm on the floor, you pushed back your chair and got up to leave, take a breather. Nicholas watched you walk away; Your mind seemed to be a labyrinth and he was seeking to explore it.

Vulnerability. You hated being vulnerable and showing vulnerability, The fact you had almost cried in front of Nicholas made your stomach ache; Maybe taking Benson’s offer wouldn’t be so bad.

Why did he follow you? You just wanted a moment to process this day; A moment you didn’t look down at your paperwork for the afternoon and reread the words ‘Miscarriage’ repeatedly because you weren’t focused and kept zoning in to your cursor blinking as if saying ‘What’s Next?’ and waiting for you to type and here he was— Persistent. Why did he have to hate you today?

“Amaro”.

“Twerp. What’s going on out there—? Look I know today was hard but we have other cases to get to. This is SVU”. Your head whipped around. If it was attention he wanted; Here it was.

“What are you saying, Nicholas”? Spit it out”.

Nick chuckled; he stood up straighter, his frame towering over yours— you matched his stance and moved closer to him. This was what Nick liked, your dynamic was back. He couldn’t see he was poking the bear. “Just. We’re gonna see some tough shit out there, Detective. I’m not saying you’re bad at your job but you’re gonna need a thicker skin, Darlin’— Alissa’s not our first nor last case like this”.

Nick’s foot had entered his mouth. That once cocky smirk fell from his face when he saw how angry, sad, and dejected you looked, he didn’t know what it was about this particular case but he was starting to realize this was most likely personal— And he’d been picking at you since you’d gotten back to the precinct after questioning Alissa Mccarthy at Mercy. So badly, he wished to open his mouth and say something, fix this; You weren’t having it.

“Since I’ve joined SVU you’ve made it hard for me and I never knew why you hated me, Nick— I was nice to you, I’ve tried my hardest to make this partnership work but I’m done”. Your fists were clenched, shoulders trembling; Nick had never seen this side of you, you grabbed your phone and walked past Amaro leaving him to let your last words sink in— “I’ll tell Olivia I need a new partner. I won’t bother you anymore.”

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Olivia pulled Amaro into her office after watching you walk out of the lockers with swollen eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks; you didn’t show vulnerability easily and she knew that. Amaro had to have fucked up. It was time for mama bear to enter this situation.

“Spill it, I know you both like the back of my hand”.

Amaro sucked his teeth, taking a seat at Benson’s and sighed— “I fucked up, Liv. Bad”.

“I know Y/n, knew her since she was still in high school. She’s a strong kid, Nick— She doesn’t cry easily… What happened in there”?

He told Liv everything— Watched her nod, tried and failed to read her expressions and decipher the emotions lying underneath. Sure, Liv was angry, protective of you but she could also see how much you and Nick actually cared for each other even if it was shown in extremely unhealthy ways; Like arguing. She clasped her hands together and sat back, still giving Nick no chance to read her emotions which wasn’t easy but Nicholas had been her partner before you came, he was surprised how good she was at hiding her emotions from even him; He had studied her for years, after all. Being with her daily. 

Benson sighs, “Nicholas… You’re gonna have to ask Y/n about this yourself but— Y/N has had a traumatic past and I’m the only one who knows. Today’s case hit close to home for her, she’s tough but uh today could’ve really set her back”.

“And I made it worse…” Nick mutters softly.

Olivia felt for him, she knew he meant no harm but Nick could be a careless, prideful individual; She knew that all too well— Sitting up, she reaches across the table and holds his hands in hers.

“Look. Ah, I really shouldn’t tell you this but I can see how you feel for her and how she feels for you”. Nick’s eyes widened a bit, and he almost cut her off but she shook her head and continued. “She’s often the last one here; likes to shower after everyone leaves. You, uhm, didn’t hear that from me”.

Nick and Olivia shared knowing looks; Profusely thanking her, he leaves her office and goes back to his desk, not seeing you there but not worried. He’d fix this.

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Peeling off todays sweated out clothing, you finally head to the showers after a ridiculously long day— You couldn’t get what Amaro had said out of your mind, your limbs were sore, and Alissa plagued your thoughts. You desperately needed to wash away the stress; replaying the moment in your mind, you wondered if what Nick said could possibly be true. Were you strong enough for this? Cut out for it? You let the thoughts slip away and speedily got into the shower, more than ready to get back home to your pets and try to forget todays shitshow which most likely wouldn’t work; After getting out you put on a black sports bra and panties while searching your bag for your sweatpants, your curls dripping onto the floor. To be honest, you enjoyed the quiet after everyone left, it let you finally allow yourself to be vulnerable safely; A moment to breathe after all the craziness. Tonight wouldn’t bring that same comfort.

“Hey,” A voice rang out, startling you from behind. You knew the voice all too well and had really hoped you wouldn’t hear it again until tomorrow, if you planned on coming back instead taking up Liv’s time off offer. You stared at him, your eyes shifty and nervous, a simple too quiet and quivering, “Hey” sounded out in reply.

“Look, um, earlier was— I’m sorry. Let me just get to that. I overstepped and I was gigantic asshole and you did not deserve that”.

Your eyes widened slightly; Was he actually apologizing? It seemed like you’d never see the day come where he would show you the least bit of compassion and yet here he was in front of you apologizing; You abused the skin of your lips while trying to take this all in. “I’m over it, Amaro. Don’t even worry about it”. Pulling your sweatpants up after finally getting them out, you sat down on the nearest couch by the locker rooms vending machine, Nick took a seat next to you.

“No, it’s not”, He let out an exasperated breath, running a hand through his hair, “I guess I was just so worried about you today— You seemed so down and out of it, hadn’t called me Nicholas instead of Amaro, hadn’t a-argued with me…You just seemed; Done. I didn’t know what to do and I think my emotions just came out in the worst way they could’ve possibly come out. I’m sorry for that, Doll”.

The more he talked, the more he was sounding like he actually cared for you and didn’t hate you. You wouldn’t let yourself believe it though; He’d tortured you since you entered the precinct, most people wouldn’t believe it either, “Worried about me? You ain’t gotta do that, Nicholas. I’m a big girl, today was hard but I’ll bounce back. Besides I know ya don’t like me or think I belong here, it’s all good, I’ll still ask for a new partner”.

He felt his chance to fix this slipping away and crumpling beneath him, he was quick to disagree, almost yelling ‘no’ too loudly, he sat up, sighing. He felt like he was holding his breath; Your eyes bore onto him. He felt sweaty. You made Nicholas Amaro a very nervous gentleman, “No, no. That’s not necessary. Look. Just let me fix this, come with me. We can watch a movie and order takeout…If you trust me, that is”, He stood up and held out his hand for you to grab.

Hesitant.

This was the man who insisted on calling you twerp and making your workdays a living hell. Were you actually considering going home with him? But, looking up into his eyes, he seemed to be genuinely wanting to revive your relationship and start again. You’d give him a chance to prove himself.

You grab his hand.

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“So, This is Nicholas Amaro’s bachelor pad”.

You looked around Nick’s home and found yourself surrounded by Nick’s scent mixed with an apple cinnamon fragrance, most likely air freshener.

Amaro snickers, “Yea, this is me. Ignore the mess, I had Zara this weekend”.

Nick’s home was cozy feeling, you instantly got the vibe that a child had ransacked it though, if not, Nick had a pretty nice Bratz Doll collection under his living room coffee table. Stepping into the house, he takes a seat and pats a spot next to him, “Should we order pizza and wings or sushi? Your pick, Sweetheart”.

The name caught you off guard, he hadn’t called you anything other than Y/LN and Twerp in a year and a half and the leap from that to a cute petname like that made your heart nearly jump from your chest commencing zoomies across the room.

“Uhh, Sushi”. You took a seat next to him, tentative of how close you sat next to the man beside you; You’d rather be in his arms but that was certainly another story for another night. Nick continues to shock you and pulls you closer, not exactly into his arms but to where he could throw a blanket over the both of you without struggle.

“Sushi it is. Pick a movie”? Amaro hands you the remote, looking at you briefly; His eyes quickly came back to you when he realized you were smiling. A big genuine smile from ear to ear. He liked it on you, used to seeing your annoyance, frustration, and anger, even your sadness— He had to say, a smile suited you the best. His eyes stayed on you as you searched for a movie, his smile reflecting your own.

The night was going better than you thought; You would’ve just warmed up a frozen dinner, fed your pets and let your dog out and then retreated to bed where you ultimately finally allow yourself to sob over todays events, loud and unadulterated sobs in the darkness of your room with your dog Lucille at your side. This was a nice alternative. It didn’t, however, make you forget Alissa and the word miscarriage blinking on your computer screen, followed by “teen mom”, “underage”, and “raped”. Fresh in your mind, like an embarrassing moment that happened years before, it opened up wounds that were just now closing themselves after years of therapy and healing. Nicholas noticed.

“I don’t know if I’m intruding but you’ve got that look in your eye again— If you’d like to talk, I’m all ears”.

Allowing yourself to open up and be raw, vulnerable was never an easy feat. Olivia was the only one, other than close friends and family who knew about your past because she’d been apart of it after that era of your life was finally coming to a close end. You took a deep breath and crossed your legs, turned to face him directly.

“When I was a child, my mother and father were drug addicts. I was the child of two 16-year-olds from washington heights. We jumped from apartment to apartment and finally landed on the streets where my mom was a working girl and my dad acted as her pimp. It was a lot of staying in dirty ran down hotels— First pet I ever had was a rat”. You laughed but there was no humor behind it and Nick could tell you were trying to hold back tears. Alas, he listened intently, “Finally I was put into the system and thrusted from foster home to foster home until they finally found relatives and I got placed with my grandmother which should’ve been a good thing”. You looked down; A hand was placed atop your thigh in support.

“You don’t have to do this, Querida”. Nick whispered but you shook your head. You wanted to.

“My uncle quickly took a liking to me. Bringing me gifts and doting on me…He’d become my favorite person for awhile but, uh, When I turned 13–” This is where you stumbled, choking up with tears pricking at your eyes, it was hard to hold them back. Nick was fairly sure he knew where this was going so he pulled you closer and let you go on, letting you know he was there and you were safe. “He r-raped me, got me pregnant. My grandma got him locked up but the stress of the trial and being only thirteen… I-I lost my baby”.

The dam broke and you sobbed into his chest; That’s why this hit so close. You and Alissa weren’t only the same age but had also gotten raped and pregnant and then had a miscarriage and today he’d… A complete asshole. That’s what he was. He could do nothing but hold you close until you calmed down, whispering into your hair and rocking the both of you.

When you finally had calmed down, you laughed a wet, apologetic laugh. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I got your shirt all messy”. You apologized to Nick, still nestled into his side, looking up at him. He only chuckled in return and kissed your head, “It’s alright. Zara’s the leader of messing up my shirts”, He sent a wink your way that made your heart flutter. You weren’t sure what tonight was bringing but you were sure you never wanted to go back to the arguing with and “hating” Nicholas again.

“Should we finally order our food”? You tilted your head, watching Nick; There was something in his eyes. You squinted yours, hoping he wasn’t about to play a joke or be a jerk but that wasn’t what he had in mind. The two of you were stuck staring at each other with unreadable emotions painting your features, both desperately wanting the other to say something, do something, but not knowing what. Nick cleared his throat and grabbed the phone to order your food and you gulped, looking back at the tv screen and picking a random movie.

It was silent for a bit, with just you and Nick basking in each other’s presence, holding onto one another; A question had plagued your mind since you’d arrived and so you finally cut into the silence to ask it, “What’d I do to make you hate me”? It was whispered, Nick had barely heard it, choking when he did. It caught him off guard but he didn’t need to think about his answer, he knew why he hated you; He didn’t. He never had hated you, he admired you actually. You were fascinating from the moment you walked into the precinct, so confident and sure of yourself and honestly? Damn good at what you did. Especially interrogation; You knew just how to get into peoples minds, you’d most definitely gotten into his. Maybe that’s why he was so rude towards you? He was envious.

You had a good first day despite his coldness, you did good, amazing for a rookie; he remembered his first day and how it was a complete shitshow and maybe that’s why he was so hard on you. You seemed too perfect too— good to be true.

Nick was breathless when he spoke and it surprised you how nervous he seemed; He thought you were perfect and it was quite frankly the same for you, he just seemed so confident and he was amazing at his job, amazing! He had intimidated you when you first joined and when you’re intimidated it only makes you push harder so that’s what you did. Worked hard. To impress yourself— And him.

“I never have— Quite the opposite actually. When you joined the team you were perfect, Querida. Confident. Sure of yourself. Badass. And damn good at your job and I guess that, uh, it intimidated me. I found myself pushing harder to I dunno…Impress you”? Rubbing the nape of his neck, he looked down into your eyes, not missing the shocked amusement on your face, it quickly changed into a grin and before he knew it…Your lips touched his. Sweet. Gentle. Soft. Gone.

“You do understand you’re an amazing Detective and an all around good person, right”? Sitting up, you face him and grab his hands in yours, “Truth be told, you lit a massive fire under my ass on my first day, you were intimidating and when I get intimidated I push myself to work harder…My first day was good because of you”. You admitted to Nick’s delight, you wanted to take it back immediately when you saw his smirk.

“Aweee, you wanted to impress me, Mi Reina”? Nick teased, his finger coming up under your chin to make you look up at him. Your eyes rolled which made him chuckle a little, you were cute. He could admit that now— Openly.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Nicholas. I wasn’t the one so frightened by a pretty woman that I turned into a bully” You bit back which left Amaro speechless. You’d always been clever and quick to respond.

“Touché” He chuckled and pulled you into his lap, “So…Will you let this Bully take you out. Huh, Twerp”? He used the name he’d so fondly given to you on your first day at the job. This time the name made you smile; Maybe it was time to give him one of his own.

Pecking his lips repeatedly, you grin widely. Your next words making him laugh; He flips the two of you over and starts to tickle you. Your giggles and his laughs filling the air.

“Of course, Big Doofus”.

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A/N: whew, this took so long and i’ve gotten no sleep because i stayed up late to write it. nightie night.

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

Genre: Angst/Fluff.

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

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

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ugh, sounds amazing”.

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While you ate and watched a movie, more specifically him watching Bird Box with you for his first time and your thousandth time, you felt his eyes on you several times, it flustered and excited you all at once. You finally decided to break the silence when he’d glanced over at you for the 500th time that night.

“You growing soft for me, Nicholas? You’ve been staring at me all night”. You whispered just enough for him to hear and he breathed out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, it was time for him to come clean. Sitting up, he pulls your legs over his lap carefully and waiting for you to look at him.

“I’m not gonna lie, Y/LN. You scared me out there today. I know you can handle this job, that you’re trained for this, Mi Reina but…seeing that gun pointed at you made my heart stop in my chest”. He swallowed thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he did so. You were about to speak but he stopped you, holding your hands in his.

“Look. Since you’ve gotten here, my worlds been turned upside down, Y/N. Working with you has been…God, a dream. We fight daily and seem to hate each other but i think anyone with eyes could see” Your eyes widened slightly, heart pounding rapidly. Was he about to confess? Did he love you too? You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, “I love you, Y/N. So goddamn much and and if anything happened to you today? I would’ve been an absolute mess. When that gun went off and I saw you bleeding…I nearly dropped to my knees”.

Nick’s eyes were so kind, full of love, you could feel the genuineness in his voice, you couldn’t do nothing but tear up yourself, scooting your way into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing multiple kisses to his lips which surprised him to no end but he didn’t complain. He wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed you with everything within his chest. When you both pulled away, breathless, lips swollen and glistening, forehead pressed to forehead, you finally said the words he’d been waiting to hear since you’d arrived at SVU.

“I love you too, Nicholas Amaro. So damn much. Y-you’re my safety. My safety…”

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After that night you’d think the butting heads and sexual tension in the precinct would finally be over but no, now it was more rampant than ever. Especially when you’d gotten yourself in danger once more but this time stupidly so, angering a suspect in custody during interrogation and getting choked before Olivia and Munch rushed in to restrain him. Now Nick was pissed and you equally so, you were both hot heads and that didn’t end just because you were together.

“You almost got yourself hurt, damnit! You shouldn’t have pushed so hard” Nick roared at you, his jaw clenched and back tensed, the precinct could hear the two of you arguing.

“I got him, Nicholas! That’s all that matters, I got the fucking confession didn’t I!? Jeez…” You rolled your eyes, glaring at him from where you stood. He chuckled, a sarcastic smile on his face, nodding he trains his eyes hard on yours, filled with fire.

“STILL! HE CHOKED YOU! You were exactly his type, Y/N. You looked like damn near every victim he’d ever targeted, he saw them in you and t-that’s not fucking okay”. He ranted, walking threateningly closer to you, his eyes still angry yet filled with concern and protectiveness.

You scoffed, standing directly in his face with squinted eyes, “That was exactly the point, Nick and you know it! I played my part and got the pervert to admit what he’d done. I know what I’m fucking doing, I’m trained for this! Stop treating me like a helpless child”!

Steam was practically coming out of his ears, his face red, “Oh yeah? Then stop acting like one”.

“Oh go fuck yourself”! You spat back, the both of you stared each down in anger but now with an underlying emotions— Lust. His eyes kept drifting to your lips, the defiance in your eyes was turning him on a little too much and him being aggressive was turning you on a little too much. That’s when Benson and Rollins walked in.

“Amaro, Y/LN. The entire precinct can hear you two fighting”. Benson seethed, glaring at the two of you like a disappointed mother, Rollins behind her but with more of a smirk on her face.

“Liv, we’re fine”. Amaro tried to say although his jaw was still clenched and his eyes still trained on yours, dark and stirring with arousal. Benson was having none of it.

“Whatever. You two? Home. Now. Y/N got our confession and did good work, now take your asses home. Get some rest”. she ordered and neither of you dared fighting it, nodding your heads you grabbed your things and got ready to leave out of the door when Amanda calls out to the both of you.

“While you’re at it? I can smell the tension from here, have sex already? I’m tired of the stench”.

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While in the car, the tension was undeniable, Nick gripped the steering wheel with a force you hadn’t seen since the time he’d gotten jealous when you and Carisi had to go undercover as a couple and kiss, Carisi’s hands all over your body the entire night. That night he took you home and promptly reminded you of who you belonged to, seeing him like that right now and remembering that night had your thighs squeezing shut. When he finally spoke up, you flinched out of your thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Mi Sirena. Okay? I just- Seeing his hands around your throat pissed me off even more knowing you were exactly his type to fucking rape and murder. Scared me a little, Mi diosa”.

He chuckled, smiling lightly over at you and moving his free hand to your thigh to squeeze a little. You appreciated the apology but your mind was elsewhere right now. Nicholas Amaro had no reason to look that damn good. It was illegal.

Offering an innocent yet far from it smile, you spoke up, driving the man damn near insane.

“No, it’s me who should apologize. You were merely trying to protect me, Sir. Thank you…For always being so concerned for me”.

When he heard the name- That name you knew always brought out a feral, primal side of him, his grip on your thigh suddenly turned harsh enough to leave a bruise. You could feel the lust rolling off him now and knew that you’d accomplished your goal.

“Of course, Mujero. I’m always gonna worry for you but I know you can do this job. Isn’t that right, Mi Cachorro”? His voice was rough, deep, and husky and sent chills down your spine and your breath damn near hitched at the petname he’d reserved only for. He looked to you and smirked, his grip getting even tighter.

“Now, let’s get you home, Pet. I think it’s time you’re reminded your place. Underneath me”.

His arm finally falls from your lap, back on the steering wheel, now concentrating on getting back to your house so he could do exactly what Amanda had told the two of you to do and he intended on making it last all through the night until the sunrise.

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A/N: I know I’ve written only for Amaro but I do have a Carisi one coming out soon, along with another Amaro one because I love him. Enjoy!! <33.

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