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indifferent-depravity · 9 months

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Sequel to (and probably the start of an ongoing series) Dessert First

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Sonny’s avoiding you, there’s no way around it. Ever since he walked in on you and Rafael in his office he’s run away at the mere mention of your name. And you have to admit, he’s gotten very good at excuses, always having one ready when you show up at Rafael’s office. So you do what every self-respecting person would. Corner him.

And as chance would have it, the perfect opportunity just falls into your lap. Sonny’s leaving Rafael’s office as you’re walking up and without thinking you grab his arm, pulling him into a dark meeting room. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor as he tries to make one of his famous excuses, inching towards the door, causing you to step in front of it. “You’re going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me,” you say firmly and cross your arms.

Sonny stutters, “I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, doll- ma-ma’am!” his face turns deep red and your face falls, an inexplicable ache settling in your chest at his correction.

“Did I do something to upset you?” You ask quietly, “Rafa and I think very highly of you, and if I did something then-“

His eyes shoot up to look at you, his hands hesitating in the air as he reaches for you, “N-no of course not!”

“You’ve never called me ma’am before.” You give him a cross look, “Dominick Carisi, don’t tell me there’s nothing going on because there is and I’m not letting you leave until you tell me.”

Sonny’s shoulders slump and he sighs, “Nothin’ gets past you, huh?” When you don’t reply he scrubs his hand across his face, “I-I just didn't know how to face you after… after walking in on you and Barba. I didn't mean to upset you, doll.”

You step closer to him and uncross your arms, reaching out to touch his wrist, “That’s what this is about? That wasn’t your fault, we should have locked the door, neither of us is upset about it.” Sonny jumps like you shocked him and shakes his head, almost tripping over a chair in his attempt to back away from you.

“It’s not that, I…It-it's not you that I’m upset with.” He sighs again, hanging his head, “I’m upset with myself… with–with the way I reacted.”

Your breath leaves you in a rush and you ask, heart pounding, “The way you reacted?”

Sonny sinks into the chair behind him with a sigh, leaning forward to bury his face in his hands, “Y’gotta understand how embarrassing this is, doll. You’re Barba’s partner and I respect that but- but when I saw you… like that, I just- it-” He trails off into a groan.

You press your lips together, thinking for a moment before taking a step towards him, “You know me and Rafael are polyamorous, right?” You ask and his head shoots up making you giggle a little at the absurdity of the situation. “Yeah, it’s something we talked about before we started dating.” You take another step towards him, settling between his splayed legs.

You reach towards Sonny to tuck a stray hair back into place, “Rafael’s been asking me about you, too. I think he could tell I’ve been taking a shine to you.” He gives you a dumbfounded look, gaping at you like a fish. You giggle again and cup his jaw, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, “We were going to talk to you about it but then you started avoiding us before we could.”

Sonny hesitates, his hands hovering beside your thighs for a moment before dropping back into his lap. He swallows hard, leaning back to look up at you, “You’re not kidding?”

You roll your eyes and bend down, kissing him in lieu of answering. He makes a sound in the back of his throat when you pull away, resting your forehead against his, “Does that answer your question?

Sonny lets out a breathy laugh, “Yeah I guess it does.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you again?”

Sonny chokes, eyes flashing up to yours. You keep your eyes on him, waiting for an answer when he suddenly stands up, crowding you back against the table. You gasp at the sudden movement, bringing your hands up to grab his shoulders as he bends down to claim your mouth in a deep kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and you whine into his mouth, arching into him.

Sonny’s breathing heavily when he pulls away, a faint blush settling high on his neck, “That okay?”

You smile and nod, standing on your toes to kiss him again, “More than.” You grow silent, enjoying the warmth radiating from him and the feeling of his lips on yours.

Sonny’s phone ringing brings you back to reality and Sonny staggers back, his face a deep red. “I-I’m sorry, doll, I didn’t mean- that was- that was inappropriate of me.” He rushes, going back to avoiding your gaze as he pulls his phone out, backing up towards the door, “I should- I should go, Liv is calling and-”

“Dominick.”

He freezes and you take the opportunity to close the gap between you, pulling him down by his neck into a kiss, “You’re going to come by my apartment after work and we’re going to really talk about this. Understood?” The tone in your voice left no room for protest and Sonny nods, his heart skipping a beat at your responding smile, “Good, I’ll see you later then.” You leave him with a final kiss, swallowing a giggle as you make your way to Rafael’s office.

You grin when you shut the door, a giggle finally bubbling out of your throat and Rafael snorts, “Got Carisi to talk, huh?” You nod, practically skipping over to him to greet him with a kiss.

“He’s coming to the apartment after work.” You grin, biting your lip as you try to control your excitement.

“About fucking time.”

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You pace the living room of the apartment you share with Rafael, wringing your hands as you wait for Sonny to arrive. Rafael watches exasperated, catching your wrist on your next pass in front of him, “Cariño, please sit down, you’re making me nervous and I wasn’t even planning on fucking the guy.”

You roll your eyes with a sigh but sink down onto the couch beside him, though you couldn’t help it as your leg bounced nervously, “What if I scared him away, Rafael? What if he decided to just avoid me forever.”

He scoffs and pulls you into his side, planting a kiss on the side of your head, “Baby, calm down, I doubt Liv has even let him clock out yet.” You let out another deep sigh and tuck your face against his neck, trying to let his warmth relax you.

Twenty minutes later, the buzzer goes off and you shoot up, almost elbowing Rafael in the groin in your rush to get up. You throw a weak apology behind you as you tug open your door. You buzz Sonny in and bound down the stairs, knocking him off balance with a hug, “You’re here!”

He lets out a laugh and wraps his arms around you, “Of course I am. Sorry I’m late, doll.”

You pull back with a grin and lace your fingers with his, “It’s okay, you’re here now.” You tug him up the stairs back to your apartment. “Look who I found,” You announce as you enter the apartment and Rafael snorts, standing to meet you as you pull Sonny into the living room.

“Good of you to come, Carisi.” He nods and Sonny gives him a nervous smile, almost a grimace as he pulls his hand from yours, putting some distance between you under the gaze of Rafael.

You whip around to give Sonny a sharp look, “You better not be trying to leave.”

He holds his hands up in surrender with a small laugh, “Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.” His heart warms at your smile and he lets you direct him into a seat across from Rafael. You stand between them silently, butterflies filling your stomach as you look at the two men.

Rafael cooly leans back, fixing his eyes on Sonny, “So you want to fuck my partner.” Sonny immediately clams up, a bright red blush growing up his neck and you shoot a warning glare at Rafael.

“I-I don’t- I mean, I do- I mean-” Sonny cuts himself off with a hard swallow, looking down at his lap as he runs his palms over his pants, “M-maybe I should just go.” You turn to Rafael with a harsh frown and he starts laughing.

“Carisi it’s fine. I mean look at them, it’s hard not to want to.” Sonny’s face goes red, glancing between you and the door. You press your lips into a thin line and sit down next to him, lightly touching his arm.

“What Rafael is trying to say, is he’s okay with us being together.” You say gently, sending another glare in Rafael’s direction, “He wants me to be happy. And he wouldn’t tease you like this if he didn’t like you.” Rafael grumbles at the last part but stays quiet as Sonny takes a shaky breath.

Sonny looks at you, eyebrows pinched together with worry, and places his hand over yours “Doll, I-I don’t want to step on any toes here. Y-you’re happy with Barba and-”

“Carisi just shut up and kiss my wife.” Sonny gapes at him and you snort, sliding a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down into a kiss before he could protest. He makes a shocked noise in the back of his throat but kisses back, tangling his hand in the hair at the nape of your neck.

You smile into the kiss, gently pushing him back so you can swing your leg over his. You settle into his lap and break the kiss with a sharp breath, “Don’t let him intimidate you, he’s just bossy when he’s not the center of attention.” Rafael scoffs with a murmured “No I’m not” and you giggle softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of Sonny’s mouth. Sonny’s hands hover over your thighs, his breath quickening at your warmth soaking through his pants. You guide his hands under your skirt with a hum, “You can touch me, Dominick.”

A whimper rips from his throat and he grabs handfuls of your thighs, eyes already glazed over with lust when he looks up at you. You nod encouragingly and grind against his lap, leaning into another deep kiss. He moans into your mouth, bucking up into you before he could stop himself.

You hum, hands coming up to undo his tie as you trail soft kisses over his jaw. Sonny’s fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and you rock back into his hands with a moan, “That’s it, baby, just like that.” Sonny wets his lips, head tilting back with a shaky sigh to give you more space as your kisses dip down to his neck.

You delve your hands into his shirt, digging your fingers into his shoulders as you grind against him. “D-doll, I-” He trails off into a moan, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips buck up into you again.

“Don’t tease the man, Cariño.” Rafael’s voice breaks the silence, a hitch in his breath as he palms himself through his pants.

You hum, “Stop backseat fucking if you’re not going to join. I’m trying to ease him into it.” You nudge your nose against Sonny’s ghosting your lips over his, “He needs to tell me what he wants.” Sonny cranes his neck to deepen the kiss, whining softly when you pull out of reach with a murmur, “C’mon baby, be a good boy and tell me what you want.”

“I want… I want to fuck you. Please let me fuck you.” You smile, leaning down to kiss him gently. Sonny’s hands travel up your skirt and squeeze your ass before slipping to the front of your panties, fingers slipping underneath the fabric to press against your clit. Your breath catches, a small whimper falling from your lips as Sonny pushes his tongue into your mouth.

“Turn around, Cariño, I want to watch your face as he fucks you.” Your cunt throbs at his words and you slip off Sonny’s lap, standing long enough to pull your panties down your legs before settling back against his chest. “Lift your skirt, baby. Let me see that pussy.” Rafael watched with hooded eyes as you pulled your skirt up to your hips, squeezing his hard cock through his pants as your pussy comes into view. You’re wet with arousal, thighs sticky with your juices.

You tilt your head back against Sonny’s shoulder as he runs his fingers through your folds and groans at the smooth glide of his fingers through your wetness. “Fuck, doll.” He bites his lip as he sinks his fingers into your core, his other hand coming up to grip your hip and ground himself as he slowly fucks his fingers into you. You whine, grinding your hips down in a silent plea for more.

Your hands reach back, blindly fumbling with Sonny’s belt for a moment before it gives way, allowing you to push your hand into his pants. He gasps at the first touch to his cock, fingers stilling inside you as you start stroking him, ignoring the strain in your wrist from the position as you spread his precum down his shaft.

At Rafael’s groan, you look back at him, whining as you watch him slowly stroking his cock. He smirks at you, squeezing the base of his cock with a satisfied sigh, “Go on, Cariño, ride Carisi’s cock. Be good for me.”

You nod and rise on shaky knees to align Sonny’s cock with your entrance, leaning back to connect your lips in a deep kiss as he slowly sinks into you. Sonny whines into your mouth, gripping your hips tightly as you bottom out. He holds you against his lap and his forehead falls forward onto your shoulder, “Fuck! Fuck, doll, y’gotta give me a second or I’ll blow my load too fast.”

You giggle breathlessly, closing your eyes as you swivel your hips experimentally. A grin forms on your face as Sonny lets out a loud groan, slamming his hips up into you. You let Sonny choose the pace, body pliant under his hands as he starts guiding your hips to grind against him.

You bring your hand up to cup the back of Sonny’s neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, moaning into it as his cock hits a spot deep inside you. He’s whimpering, thrusting his hips desperately into you, driven half-crazy by your tight wet heat surrounding his cock. You feel fingers on your clit and you cry out, bleary-eyed as you look to see Rafael over you, pressing harsh circles against your core.

“You gonna cum for us, Cariño? Gonna be a little slut and cum on Carisi’s cock in front of me?” His voice has a mocking edge to it as he presses his fingers against your clit harder, your body tensing as it pushes you closer to the edge.

You whine, tilting your head up with a pout, “R-Rafa, don’t be mea-” You’re cut off by a ragged moan, thighs clenching around Sonny’s legs as Rafael rips an orgasm out of you. You shudder, pressing your face into Rafael’s stomach as tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming feeling of hands on you.

Sonny chokes “d-doll, ‘m gonna--” his hips stuttering as you tighten around him, pulling him over the edge with you.

Rafael tips your head up and hums when you look at him with a hazy gaze, returning his hand to his neglected cock. He strokes himself quickly, breath coming out in short pants as he takes in your wrecked look. “You look so good getting fucked, Cariño. All desperate and whiny once you get a cock in you, huh?” You let out a whine with a pout and he laughs breathlessly, pressing his thumb into your mouth, “Just proved my point, baby.” He forces your mouth open and his laugh morphs into a low groan as he cums, covering your mouth and tongue with his release.

You swallow and slump back against Sonny, a satisfied grin stretching across your face when he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you tighter against his chest, “You’ll never be able to get rid of me now, Dominick.”

“Who said I wanted to?” He hums, tucking his face into your neck as his cock twitches inside you. Your eyes slip shut and you sink further into Sonny’s embrace, basking in the warm afterglow.

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magicalboything · 6 months

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storiesofsvu · 15 days

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Don't Blame Me Ch 1

Joe Velasco x reader (slight au) Warnings: language, flirtation, alcohol and nicotine consumption.

The Punch Bowl wasn’t a place you had been frequenting recently, but it was late, it was open, and you were in dire need of a couple of drinks. The bar was a bit of a dive, though cozy, pool table and dart boards tucked away in the back and various entertainment playing on the multiple televisions around the room. You tugged your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans before dropping down into a seat at the corner end of the bar and flipping through the drink menu. You did your best to give a proper greeting to the bartender, a tired smile on your lips as you ordered a beer and a basket of fries, thanking him for the drink when he returned and you were finally able to take a sip and let the stress of the day melt away.

Your eyes drifted to one of the tv’s that had a game of soccer playing, you weren’t particularly into the sport, but you knew enough to follow along with what was going on and it was nice to just let your brain go numb a bit. The second half was nearly over when the bartender delivered your fries, your stomach growling when the smell of fresh food hit your nose and you realized you hadn’t eaten since breakfast. By the time the game was over you were done your food and onto your second beer, scrolling through your phone for a bit before you let out a soft sigh and finally tore your eyes away from it. That’s when your gaze landed on him, animatedly talking with the bartender like they knew each other, a wicked grin on his face.

Your first thought was that he was gorgeous, dark hair just long enough to grab at, a smile that almost had a hint of danger laced in it, just enough scruff to cover his chin, he was toned, biceps stretching the short sleeves of his shirt, a tattoo peeking out from underneath the fabric on one side. His clothes were casual, but stylish and fitted and you caught yourself wondering what he looked like underneath them. Your gaze flicked up to his face again and you noticed his light eyes were suddenly on you, a smirk spreading across his lips before he winked in your direction and you instantly felt your cheeks heat. You ducked your gaze, running a hand through your hair as you tried to ignore the fact that you’d just gotten caught staring, picking up your phone again to distract yourself.

A minute later a shot of tequila was being slid across the wood to you by the bartender who shot you a smile and nodded over towards the stranger. You picked up the glass as you looked up at the man who was raising his glass towards you then tossed the shot back and you did the same before you smiled back at him, giving him a little salute as a thank you. The bartender was back in front of you a second later to swipe the empty glass from the bar top,

“Kitchen’s doing last call for food, you want anything else?”

“No I’m good.” You replied with a smile, “but I am gonna pop out for a smoke, can you keep an eye on this?” You gestured toward the beer and he nodded.

“Course.” He pulled out a clean coaster to cover the top of the glass.

“Thanks.”

The door swung shut behind you and you took a couple of steps away from the entrance as you pulled the pack of smokes out of your pocket, fishing one out and placing it between your lips. The noise from within the bar went from muffled to louder back to muffled as you dug through your pocket attempting to find the lighter you could’ve sworn you had.

“Need a light?” A voice asked from behind you and you weren’t totally surprised to find the handsome stranger holding up a lighter, his own cigarette already lit.

“Yeah, thanks.” You stepped toward him, heat creeping up the back of your neck when he got even closer to light the smoke himself rather than passing the lighter over. “Thanks for the drink too.”

“You’re welcome.” He grinned, taking a drag, “not sure how I was supposed to resist, gorgeous girl like you.” His free hand reached out, smoothing a piece of your hair that had been caught in the wind back behind your ear and you felt your heart thump in your chest. “Haven’t seen you around here before.”

“I just moved back into the neighbourhood.”

“Lucky neighbourhood.” He grinned, his hand reaching out again, “I’m Jose.”

“Y/n.” You replied, accepting his hand with the expectation of a handshake, instead you felt a fluttering in your chest when he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His hand lingered in yours for a moment, heat surging through your body at the contact before he finally let it go. “I’m glad I came out tonight.”

“Likewise.” You replied with a huff of a laugh, taking another drag of your smoke, “and to think I almost went to Alehouse.”

“Alehouse?” He laughed, “c’mon, that place is full of pretentious hipsters now.”

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, “that’s all the heads up I need to never go in there again.”

“Good girl.” He grinned down at you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach move south at the praise. “What brought you out tonight?”

“Alcohol.” You replied with a laugh, taking a long drag of your smoke, “and the utter lack of groceries at home.”

“Well you got your food, and I think it’s safe to say I can help with the other. Long day?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Smoke now finished you tossed it to the ground, stubbing it out with your toe.

“Well c’mon.” Jose stubbed his half smoke out on the wall, placing it back in the pack for later, “let’s get you another shot.”

His hand quickly found the small of your back and you welcomed it as he directed you back into the bar. He picked up his own beer from where he had been sitting and nodded toward the end where you’d left your drink, his arm nearly wrapping all the way around your waist by the time you’d found your seat. He flagged down the bartender for another round of shots and once they were done he leaned into the bar, his knees brushing against your own.

“So it’s been a long day, you wanna talk about it?”

“I wanna forget about it.” You replied with a laugh, taking another gulp of your beer.

“Let me guess, bad boss? Or is it bad boyfriend?”

“Both are pretty terrible. Though thankfully it’s ex boyfriend. Piece of shit.”

“Must’ve been to fuck around with a girl like you.” Joe’s hand slid across the bar top, squeezing at yours briefly, “m’sorry.”

“Not your fault.” You shot him a small smile, “he was a jerk, I learnt a lesson.”

“Want me to beat him up?” He offered with a smirk and you laughed.

“If he tries to fuck with me again, sure.”

“You say the word and it’s done.” He offered and you chuckled again.

“You sure are gung ho for someone you just met.”

“Somethin’ about you… you’re different, alluring, captivating. I wanna know everything there is to know about you.”

“Oh come on.” You laughed, swatting at his arm, “I’m not that interesting.”

“You are. Not to mention you are that beautiful.” He replied with a smile and you couldn’t help but blush.

“And what about you?” You asked over the rim of your glass before taking a sip, “you don’t have a million girls chasing after you?”

“Doesn’t matter if I don’t want ‘em.” He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder, “look around, they’re young and drunk, throwing themselves at whoever’ll pay attention to them. No self respecting guy wants that. Besides, you were actually watching the game earlier.”

You let out a quiet laugh, ducking your gaze before looking up at him, “I hate to admit it, but I do know the bare minimum about soccer, it’s just a nice way to empty my brain after a long week.”

“Not soccer,” he chuckled, “fútbol.”

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, “I know basically nothing about fútbol.”

“Not a sports girl then?” He asked with a raised brow.

“I always liked baseball.” You replied with a shrug, “easy enough to understand, I like a good summer day out in the stands.”

“You ever play?”

“Not since school.”

His eyes flicked past you to the back of the bar, a grin still present on his lips, “how do you feel about pool?”

“That I’m so abysmal at it I wouldn’t even want to subject you to witnessing that.”

“What about darts?” He asked, a smirk on his lips, “you know anything about them?”

You smiled, glancing over your shoulder to the dart boards, “enough to make it a challenge for you.”

“A girl who knows how to play the right games.” It was his turn to chuckle, draining his beer before ordering another round, “you really are my type.”

When Joe picked up his beer you followed his lead, wandering over to where the dart boards were, claiming one of the high top tables as your own while he grabbed the darts. He sauntered back over to you, lifting the case up in your direction and you shook your head with a small laugh.

“Why don’t you show me how it’s done? Gotta learn from the best after all.”

He chuckled, stepping forward and gently pinching your chin, “add manners and flattery to the list, you really are the whole package aren’t you darlin’?” You let out a breath in response, ducking your gaze as your cheeks burned, “oh c’mon, don’t get shy on me now.” He teased, “you’re cute as hell when you blush.”

“Jose…” you laughed, swatting at his chest before he stepped away, smirk still on his lips as he turned toward the dart board to make his first throw.

His first two shots landed in the inner ring, his third landing a single bullseye, earning a round of gentle applause from you. After collecting the darts he turned back to you with a slightly smug grin, passing the darts over to you.

“And here I was thinking you’d go easy on me.” You teased and he laughed, his hands finding your hips as he stepped around you, holding you flush to his chest.

“Sweetheart I’m not gonna take it easy on you until you’re begging me to stop.” He husked into your ear and you felt yourself tingling as your heart began to thump in your chest. One of his hands remained on your hip as the other trailed up your arm, “the trick to darts is the stance.” He stepped impossibly closer to you, turning your hips ever so slightly to angle them, his breath hot on your neck when he spoke, the smell of his cologne invading your senses to the point you almost couldn’t think straight. “But don’t forget about the follow through on the throw.”

He guided your hand back, slowly letting you take control of the dart before it was thrown into the board, landing in the inner circle.

“Good girl.” He murmured, his hands moving back to your waist, resting there while you transferred the second dart to your throwing hand.

You were completely unsure if what he was doing was an attempt to help you, an attempt to throw you off your game, or if it was just an excuse to get his hands on you, but you certainly weren’t complaining no matter what his motives were. Your second throw landed you a single bullseye, and your final throw landed you a double bullseye, right in the middle of the board.

“Fuck…” he muttered, pinching at your waist, “this beginner’s luck or is your aim actually that good?”

You let out a low laugh, turning in his hands, your fingers slipping through his belt loops, “oh… I’m just that good.”

It was your turn to fluster him, the smirk on your lips and darkening look in your eyes enough to drive him insane. He thought you were cute when you were blushing, but hot as fucking hell when you were cocky and he wanted to see more of it.

“If you’re this good at darts I should take you to the range next.”

“Yeah?” You raised a brow, your eyes flicking up and down his face, “golf or guns? Cause I’m terrible at one but you’re gonna have to guess.”

“A little mystery makes things more fun.” He offered up with a grin.

“Funny, I’ve heard the same thing about danger…” You shot him a wink before finally turning away, walking to the board to collect the darts to pass back to him, “your turn pretty boy.”

The game continued, although neither of you were actually keeping score, no one cared about points tonight. Joe took every advantage that he could, hands resting on your hips as he moved around you, brushing the small of your back, lingering in yours each time you exchanged the darts. There was no doubt that he was a big flirt, and an even bigger charmer, and one that very easily snuck his way under your skin. Neither of you even realized how much time had passed until they were doing last call.

“Oh fuck.” You laughed, glancing at your phone, “I’ve gotta be up early, I should really get going.”

“I’ll flag you a cab.” Joe replied, finishing the last of his beer as you did the same, pocketing your phone.

“I’m not far, I was just gonna walk.” You replied.

“Then I’ll walk ya.”

“You sure?” Your brow furrowed and his arm slunk around your waist again.

“Absolutely. It’s late, dark out there. Can’t have you walking around alone, it’s not safe.”

“Alright.” You agreed with a smile, the warmth from his hand on your back surging through your whole body as the two of you exited the bar onto the city streets.

It was warmer than one would have expected for late April, but the breeze still blew through the streets, pulling a little shiver from you and Jose pulled you closer to him, heat radiating from his body to yours. While you were waiting to cross Greystone Ave his arm slipped into yours, fingers interlacing with your own and you let out a happy sigh at the feeling. True to you word, you were only a fifteen minute walk from the bar, slowing your pace as you approached your building.

“This would be me.”

“Nice place? I’ve heard good things about the building.”

“Yeah, semi renovated, decent rent, can’t complain.” Still holding his hand you leant back against the brick wall.

“I look forward to seeing it one day.” He grinned and you laughed, prodding at his chest.

“Smooth talker.”

“Lemme see your phone.” He reluctantly dropped your hand, raising his up and you tugged the device out of your pocket, unlocking it for him, watching as he put his own number in, texting himself so he’d have your number too. “There.” He handed it back to you, “you ever need a walk home, you text me, alright?”

“I will.” You smiled up at him, placing the phone back into your pocket, “thank you. I had a great time tonight.”

“Me too.” He reached out, hand stroking your cheek, “it’s not every night I find someone better at darts than me.”

“Nothing’s wrong with a little competition.” You replied, stifling back a yawn.

“Keeps me humble.” He chuckled, the hand on your cheek tilted your head ever so lightly so he could leave a tender kiss on your cheek. “looks like I’ve tired you out, get upstairs, get some rest.”

“I do think I’ve stayed out past my curfew.” You laughed back, squeezing at his hand softly when it slipped off your face.

“Sweet dreams Chiquita.” He kissed the side of your head, nudging you towards the apartment door.

“Good night Jose.”

With a soft smile and heat on your cheeks you finally turned away from him, unlocking the apartment door and heading inside. He waited until you were stepping into the elevator, disappearing from his view before he made his own leave, pulling out the half done cigarette from earlier to smoke on his way home.

If there was one thing that he was certain about, it was that he had been meant to meet you that night, that he was determined to not let you end up being one that got away. You were a force to be reckoned with, he could tell that under that somewhat shy demeanour there was fire, passion, someone who could keep up with him but also be the one to bring him back down to earth when he needed it.

Upstairs in your apartment, you started to get undressed and when you pulled your shirt over your head you were hit with another strong whiff of Joe’s cologne. Letting out a small sigh you breathed it in before tossing the shirt to the laundry pile and pulling on pyjamas so you could crawl into bed. Something in your gut had told you to stop on the way home tonight, to turn left instead of right and you were starting to think that it wasn’t the need for a drink, but the fate of crossing paths with Jose. That he was the person your life needed, especially right now, and the world was doing you a favour by dropping him right into your lap.

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#joe velasco #joe velasco x reader #don't blame me #law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #joe velasco au

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daddydoddsjr · 7 months

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Mafia!Sonny AU

Pairing || Mafia!Sonny Carisi x Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Mentions of assault, mentions mafia business, stalking, obsessiveness

Part 1/?

Authors Note || i hinted i was going to do this a while back and simply forgot.. but here’s a little taste. this fic currently is nameless cause idk what to name it :’) i’ll figure it out eventually. also didn’t proofread lol

Tag List || @teddybluesclues

“Piece of shit,” Sonny mumbled to himself as he left the apartment with two other men, just having watched them nearly beat the life out of the man who lived there. The very stupid man who thought he could get away with not paying back the 5 grand he owed to the Carisi family. Sonny had been in charge of things for a while now since his father was getting older, and so far everything had been running smoothly, just with the occasional pester from his mother to get married and start having children, to carry on the family name.

Sonny’s mind was elsewhere as he walked down the hall to the elevator, waiting for its arrival, acting normal. The doors opened and revealed you, standing there quietly. You gave Sonny a small smile and moved to the side so they could come in; you were all going down to the lobby from the two top floors. Jesus christ, he thought you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. He made a point to stand beside you and let his men stand on the other side of them. They talked quietly about something while Sonny snuck glances at you— taking in every detail. Your hair colour, the way you held yourself, the type of clothes you were wearing, every detail.

He let you off first and waited until you were out of the building to tell one of his men, “Follow her for the day. I want to know everything.” His man, Nick, knew better than to argue with his boss and silently headed after you. You were oblivious to him the entire day as you had lunch with a few friends and went shopping before going back to your apartment. He reported back to Sonny the details; the first names of who you were with, your first name, what you ordered, what you bought, etc. Sonny was enamoured. This wasn’t the first time, though. He had a bit of a habit for seeing a pretty woman and following them for a bit, sneaking his way into their lives if he really wanted to. They never went too far, though, every time he found a new woman, something went wrong. She would freak out once she found out about the family business, or they were only in it for the money, they were too entitled, etc, etc, etc. You were his new interest now, whether you liked it or not.

It started off slow. At first, you saw him at your usual coffee shop. You remembered him from the apartment building and assumed he lived there or was visiting someone, so you didn’t think much about him being at the coffee shop so close to the building. You saw him a few days later near your work as you were leaving. You owned an antique shop and you had people that worked there for you, but you stopped by once a week to check up on things. He was just walking by, nonchalantly. The second time you saw him at the coffee shop, he struck up a conversation with you while you both waited on your coffees, saying how he remembers seeing you in the elevator and how it must be a coincidence that you ran into each other again.

You had to admit to yourself that he was attractive; his greying dirty blonde hair that was so neatly done, the piercing blue eyes that looked at you so intently, his 6 foot lanky frame, the way he called you doll in that accent of his. You ran into him a couple more times before he finally asked you on a date, saying something about it being too coincidental that you both liked so many of the same places and clearly the universe was trying to say something. Cliche, but you fell for it easily, since you already liked him. He was weaselling his way right into your world and it was working just as he wanted.

#law and order svu #l&o: svu #svu #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi mafia au #sonny carisi x female reader #mafia sonny carisi #law and order fanfic #sonny carisi fanfic

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jordanstark007 · 8 days

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Feral ADA’s vs SVU Detectives

[Round 3]

Alex: “I don’t work for you, you work for me at my discretion!”

Casey: “And this is my case, and I don’t answer to you.”

Their Legacy ⬇️

Atlas Cabot-Novak: “Don’t talk to me like I don’t care, about the victims I do! I have given my life to helping people. My mother was shot doing her job, she spent three year in Witness Protection and my other mom was attacked in her office and censured, I apologise I’m not willing to stick my neck on the chopping block because you can’t get me the evidence that I need. You want me to do my fucking job?! Do yours!”

#alex cabot #law and order svu #casey novak #calex #kids au #feral adas #feral detectives

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stealingpotatoes · 10 months

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Honestly Mace would have loved Luke and Leia with his whole heart.

yes!!! honestly he's like a grandparent (in the dynamic way, not age way) bc he was harsh on anakin but you KNOW he's much more caring for the twins, like how a grandparent is strict on their kid but gives their grandkid literally whatever. and anakin's like where was this for me

#i've never drawn anything for it but i think about AUs where anakin's caught or killed n rots is stopped a lot #and then the jedi take the twins and are Too Careful and the twins just Know theres smthn off abt them but dont know what it is #and all the difficulty padme faces bc the jedi fucked anakin up!! she doesnt want them having her kids!!!! the last she has left of Him!!#but whats she supposed to do about her illegal-kids-of-an-evil-jedi against an ancient order backed by the senate and law #and you have obi wan torn between wanting whats best for the galaxy (the twins are carefully trained)#vs wanting whats best for his friend and tbh his brotherwhatever's memory (padme keeps the twins)#very aggressive jedi vs human conflict for him #theres just SO MUCH in those kinda AUs #bit hard to draw to explain tho. like u gotta draw so much for context so ive never rlly tried #but i think abt mace and his relationship w the twins there sm bc you KNOW he wants to treat them coldly and w constant suspicion #but he Just Can't #cause ya know. their dad. went evil. and theyre also INSANELY POWERFUL force users #thanks for the ask!#wow ok went off in the tags abt an au nobody asked for <3 #gotta get it out my head somehow ig

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fedorah-the-explorah · 6 months

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Buenos Aires Ghoul :3

#carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego #autism law states that once an autist finds a new interest they MUST combine it with their special interest #im just following orders guys #shut up suzie #my art #yes I have extensive world building thought up #no im not actually going to write this #yes this is going to consume my every waking thought for the next 48 hours #thank you for your understanding 🙏#seriously shut up suzie #suzie's aus

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ckcomics · 5 months

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How to Make a Cowboy Blush: Part 1

#comic #helluva boss #striker #blitzo #blitzstrike #Always sucks when your nose itches for the rest of the day #But you gotta kiss the snoot ;-;#Striker's an honorary Texan. It's official law since yesterday #doubly amuses me since I've seen several claim that there's Latin/Hispanic in him #As a Hispanic Texan. I approve.#I.M.P. AU #This is further into Striker working in I.M.P.#At the very least Moxxie appreciates that he has something to laugh at Mr. Macho over #Is there a set timeline order with these?#Not really. Unless stated otherwise #When the accent comes in strong

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leiawritesstories · 1 year

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Aelin Galathynius had a hand in just about every illegal dealing in all of Terrasen. Weapons, drugs, organized crime, the black market, blackmail, assassination, coercion, bribery–you name it, she was almost definitely connected to it. The only problem? Nobody could prove it.

Rowan Whitethorn, fresh out of Terrasen’s elite special forces academy–known only as Doranelle for secrecy–was convinced he could unmask Aelin Galathynius. So convinced, in fact, that he’d managed to obtain special orders from his commander to do just that. The only problem? He had exactly three hundred and sixty-five days. If he couldn’t prove Aelin Galathynius guilty in one year’s time, he’d be booted down to corporal in disgrace.

Something neither Aelin nor Rowan could have expected, though, was each other. When their paths cross–and oh, their paths will cross–who will come out ahead?

Coming Soon...

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#my writing #oh look it's ANOTHER wip #surprise #rowaelin #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #criminal/investigator au #aelin the crime boss au #badass aelin meet mr law and order rowan #really aelin is just gonna wreak havoc like normal #and rowan aint gonna be able to find the words to respond #mwahahahaha #new wip #upcoming fic #new fic #i cannot control myself

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good--merits-accumulated · 7 months

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god. this anderperry renaissance au is knocking me around some kind of way

#fair folk au is still very much going on i'm just working on some more worldbuilding for that one #in contrast the renaissance au is never going to be finished and i'm gleefully disregarding historical accuracy #- hence little snippets have been falling out of my pockets constantly #it's got EVERYTHING. political intrigue. religious imagery. todd faking his own death #the slow burn tragedy of a character moving from a good-humoured and idealistic boy #to a man who hesitates only for a moment about ordering the murder of two seven-year-olds #also Cameron gets religious guilt like there's no tomorrow #ALSO this thing somehow has a better political intrigue setup than the fair folk au??? augh. gotta work on that #although admittedly the worlds of 1450s Milan and 12th-century-fairy Ireland abide by very different laws #htoo writes #dead poets society #anderperry

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mikereads · 2 months

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“I mean, I wouldn’t say no to the opportunity and cash prizes! Yes!” March said when asked if she’d ever return to the series helmed by Mariska Hargitay.

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storiesofsvu · 7 days

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Don't Blame Me Ch 3

Joe Velasco x reader warnings: language, cigarettes, alcohol, sexually charged situations, something lowkey shifty kinda going on but that comes with the territory of the au lol. interested to see if y'all pick up on a few things or not lol

“Hey!” Grace managed to catch you waiting for the light to change, “you headed to the subway?”

“Yeah.” You replied with a smile, “you usually head South, where’re you off to?”

“Figured I’d finally cash in on that free spin class, it’s for two, you wanna come?”

“I think I’d rather die.” You laughed back, pulling one from her too, “you know bikes aren’t my thing. Let me know when you go back to that boxing class though.” Your attention redirected to your phone when it buzzed, pulling it from your pocket and you couldn’t help the smile on your cheeks as you read the message and swiftly typed one back.

“You know, you’ve been texting non stop today.” She pointed out, a slight excitement in her voice.

“Yeah, so?” Pocketing the phone you dug out a smoke, looking up at her as you lit it.

“And you’ve been pretty distracted.”

“You psycho analyzing me now?” You asked with a laugh and she rolled her eyes as the light changed and the two of you started to cross the street.

“You’ve been staring at your phone with a lovesick smile like some school girl with a crush.” She said dryly, “you didn’t take him back did you?”

“What!? Grace, c’mon, I’m not a fucking idiot.”

“Okay, okay. I just figured I should do my duty as best friend and remind you that he’s a complete pile of shit and you’re better off without him and if you ever even think about taking him back I’ll kill you both myself.”

“I thank you for that honour, but there’s no need to worry. I made a big enough mistake trusting him and accepting the apology in the first place. I should’ve known better than to believe the ‘it was only one time’ excuse.”

“Good.” She smiled, “so what mystery man have you been texting all day then?”

“What? I have not—” You fell flat, letting out a sigh in defeat, “I met a guy.”

“So you downloaded Tinder like I told you to?”

“No.” You laughed, “I’ve heard enough horror stories from you that I know that’s a bad idea.”

“Okay fine. So where’d you meet Mr. Rebound?”

“At a bar, and I’m not so sure he’s just a rebound.”

“Mm, so the sex is that good, hey?” She grinned and you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I… wouldn’t know.”

“You haven’t slept with him yet?”

“We’ve really only been on one date.”

“Fuck dating, you’re on the rebound and met a guy in a bar, the next play is taking him home to fuck that night.”

“Grace…” you warned, “it’s not like that. Jose’s a really sweet guy, super charming, incredibly attractive, I dunno, there’s something different about him.”

“Don’t most men want you to think that at the beginning?”

“Most men would’ve insisted on an alcohol fueled first date so they could get me in bed, not take me for pancakes and drive me home safely wishing sweet dreams.”

“Huh. You really have found wonder boy.” She snagged your cigarette to steal a puff, “please tell me you’ve at least kissed him.”

“Yes, and before you ask, twenty five outta ten. Absolutely no complaints whatsoever.”

“Let’s hope that correlates to the bedroom then.” She smirked and you smacked her arm, stealing the smoke back.

“You shouldn’t be smoking before a spin class, your lungs are gonna burn.”

“They’re gonna burn anyways.” She protested, grabbing it back, “besides, you can’t take it on the subway and I’ve got two blocks to kill.”

“Fine.” You surrendered, stepping off to the side before you leant in and the two of you kissed each other’s cheeks, “I’ll see ya.”

“I expect a full report on lover boy asap.”

“Copy that.” You gave her a mock salute before disappearing down the subway stairs and making your separate ways.

The Punch Bowl was only a few stops away and you figured it wouldn’t hurt to swing by for a drink after another long day. Considering it was a Tuesday evening you didn’t expect the bar to be that busy, and you were correct, a few regulars scattered throughout the room and a couple of college kids playing pool. You wandered up to a free seat near the corner of the bar and just as you were about to slip out of your coat to place it over the stool, you noticed Jose coming out from the back, joining the other bartender behind the bar. He glanced up and the moment he saw you a bright smile burst over his face while he beelined towards you.

“Hey hermosa.” He greeted, stepping up and leaning over the bar to pull you to him, greeting you with a deep kiss, his hand cupping your cheek. The very public affection made your cheeks heat and earned some cat calls from a couple of the regulars but you still kissed him back like no one was watching. “Didn’t expect to see you today.”

“Likewise.” You replied with a small laugh as you settled in your seat, “I didn’t realize you worked here.”

“Among other things.” He shot you a devilish grin, sliding a beer toward you as he turned to the other bartender, “yo! Chilly!” The other man walked over, glancing between the two of you, “this is my girl.”

“Hey.” Chilly nodded, extending his hand out for a first bump.

“Hi.” You smiled softly, still feeling the heat in your cheeks as you tapped his knuckles with yours.

“You get her whatever she wants, alright? Even if I’m not around.” Joe looked from Chilly to you, “on the house.” He winked and you laughed.

“Glad I can finally put a face to the name Jose won’t stop yapping about.” Chilly teased and it was Joe’s turn to blush, smacking him gently.

“Yeah, why don’t you get back to work?”

“Someone has to, considering you’re not gonna get anything done ‘til she leaves.” He turned to you with a hand raised, “no offence.”

“None taken.” You laughed, smiling as you turned back to Jose, “you’ve been talking about me?”

“How could I not? Can’t stop thinkin’ about you.” He leant up against the bar, “how was your day? You eat? I could grab ya a burger, chicken tenders or something?”

“Chicken tenders sound great.” You replied with a smile and he shot you a dazzling grin before popping off to the computer to ring it in and returning to his perch against the bar. “Alright, food’s covered, now, did you have a good day?”

“Tedious.” You replied with a laugh.

“You know, you never told me what it is you do.”

“I’ve been thinking about taking some time off, having a ‘hot girl summer’ as they call it.” You both chuckled, “but I’m an editor to help make ends meet.”

“Yeah? Cool. Video, audio, photography?”

“Written word.” You replied, taking a swig of your beer, “can be a bit daunting or annoying at times, but it works.”

“Sounds alright. Guess you can work wherever you want then too?”

“Yeah.” You smiled softly, “I like the freedom.”

“So tell me more about this ‘hot girl summer’.” He grinned, his hand sliding across the bar top to take yours, gently playing with your fingers, “you think it might have some time for a pretty boy?”

“Oh, you’ve been crowned with the title of wonder boy now.”

Joe laughed, the grin staying on his face, “oh yeah? By who?”

“Grace, one of my friends.”

“So you’re out there talkin’ about me too then?” He teased and you felt your cheeks heat.

“Kinda hard not to when you’re so great.”

Smiling, Joe leant across the bar again, kissing you gently and you couldn’t help but relax at the touch, “I think I like pretty boy better.”

“Me too.” You laughed, “and to answer your question, yes. There is plenty of time for you during hot girl summer, after all what’s a hot girl without her pretty boy by her side?”

“You callin’ me your man now?” He grinned.

“You are, aren’t you?” You raised a teasing brow and he laughed, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“You got it querida.”

“How long have you worked here?” You asked after another sip of beer.

“Since I got here.” He shrugged, “started out washing dishes or overnight cleaning, moved up to bus boy, kept climbing.”

“You always bartend?”

“Been a mix of that and workin’ the door, but Chilly and I run the place now.”

“You own?”

“Naw, Hector’s the owner, but he’s a chill guy, he’s from Jaurez himself, knows what it’s like. Helped get us out, get us set up with the gig here. He basically never stops in anymore unless it’s to have a drink, he trusts us.”

“Sounds like a good boss.”

“He is.” A bell chimed a couple of times from somewhere in the back and Joe pushed off the bar, “that’s probably your food, gimmie a sec.”

He disappeared for a couple of minutes, returning later with a steaming basket of chicken fingers and fries, an extra side of gravy in his hands that he slid across the bar to you.

“These smell amazing.”

“I dunno what they put in them but they’re the best I’ve ever had.” He commented, snagging a fry and dunking it in the gravy before eating it. “You have plans this weekend?”

“Not really.” You ate a couple of fries, “I’m picking up a couple of finals papers over at NYU on Thursday but I’ve got three weeks ‘til they need them back.”

“Why not do it electronically? Save you the trip?”

“I make ‘em pay me with cash, that way everything’s under the table and the IRS can’t get me for it.”

“Smart girl.”

“Yeah? You don’t think I’m scamming the system?” You raised a brow.

“Fuck the system.” He chuckled, leaning in to kiss your cheek, “why do you think we only accept cash here?”

“Fair point.” You laughed, happily accepting another kiss before turning back to your food, “you have plans this weekend?”

“Gotta check in here a couple of times but I wanna take you out.”

“What’ve you got in mind?”

“Something fun, wanna show you off, make everyone else jealous.” He beamed and you felt a warmth bloom through your chest at his words.

“Oh yeah? Casual or fancy?”

“Oh casual.” He laughed, “what? You think I’m one of those Park Avenue boys?”

“Not at all.” You smiled, “that’s what I like about you.”

“Good.” He grinned, “cause after I take you out I wanna take you home. Show you just how much you drive me wild, how badly I can’t wait to get my hands on you, how good I can make you feel, you’ll be screaming my name, I just know it.”

“Jose!” You quietly scolded, your cheeks burning as you ducked your gaze, glancing around the bar, praying no one was listening in.

“What?” He asked quietly, leaning in closer to not be overheard, “you’re really telling me you haven’t thought of me while you were alone in your bed, tangled in the sheets while you start to let those pretty hands wander? Weren’t picturing me while you fucked yourself?”

“Oh my god…” you muttered and he chuckled, pinching at your chin before he stole a kiss.

“You wouldn’t be blushing so hard if you hadn’t.” He pointed out and you scoffed, attempting to shoot him a glare, “don’t worry querida, you’re not alone. I can’t get you outta my head.”

“Hey!” a voice called out from the other end of the bar and you finally felt some relief with Joe’s gaze off you. Chilly motioned to him, nodding toward the back hall and Joe pushed off the bar.

“I gotta go take care of something, get Chilly to grab you a refill.”

“Yeah.” You barely managed to look up at him, but he still managed to send you a wink before he disappeared around the corner with a smug grin and you were left shifting uncomfortably in your seat thinking about all the things you wanted him to do to you.

You finished your food, thanking Chilly for the refill of beer when he cleared your plate and you dug your phone out of your pocket. A few minutes of scrolling social media before you were bored and opened up your messages, selecting Grace’s contact.

‘Hey, I know we’re supposed to go for drinks on Saturday but can we push it to next week?’

‘This better be because wonder boy’s taking you out.’

‘That’s exactly why. And you should know he’s already made some very promising guarantees about what happens when he takes me home.’

‘Fuck YES! Get it girl.’

‘You don’t mind?’

‘If it means you finally get laid, absolutely not. I’m off Wednesday, we can do drinks Tuesday night?’

‘Yeah that works.’

‘Perf. I cannot wait to hear every single dirty detail.’

‘You’re a fucking perv.’

You shook your head with a small laugh as you locked your phone, placing it back down on the bar and picking up your drink. Joe returned from the back a few minutes later, this time he circled around the bar, wrapping around your back and nuzzling into your neck. The scruff on his chin tickled your bare skin and you shivered, pulling a chuckle from him before he placed a kiss on your neck.

“You have any idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you?” He husked into your ear and you giggled.

“I think I can tell.” You turned your head, your fingers tilting his chin toward you so you could steal a kiss, Joe went in for another one that was only broken by the sound of your phone buzzing on the bar top.

‘You love me’

You swiftly typed back a message,

‘Yeah when you’re not being a fucking pain in my ass.’

“That Grace?” Joe asked.

“Yeah. She’s already hounding me to kiss and tell.”

“Here.” He reached out and you passed him the phone, watching as he swiped open the camera app and turned it to selfie mode. “May as well show her what she’s missing.” He teased, nestling right into your side again to snap a couple of pics.

He tickled at your side with his free hand, pulling a laugh from you right as he kissed your cheek and captured a couple of candid’s before kissing you gently. He then selected a few and sent them off to Grace before handing you back the phone. The device was barely back on the bar top a second before it was buzzing again.

‘Holy fuck you weren’t kidding, he’s a smoke show!!!’

Jose chuckled, leaving a kiss beneath your ear, “you tell her I’m good looking?”

“May have mentioned it.” You replied with a laugh, managing to steal a kiss before Chilly appeared behind the bar, motioning Joe over.

“Hector called, Jorge has another shipment coming in, needs the payment and wants you to do inventory.”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“You sure?” He gestured between the two of you as Jose walked back around the bar, “you know he doesn’t like unexpected company?”

“Relax.” Joe laughed, as the other man passed him something under the bar top, “I’m walking her home, it’s on the way.” You took the time to slip off the stool, sliding your phone back into your pocket and taking out your wallet, missing Joe tuck whatever it was Chilly passed him into the back of his pants. “Tell him I’ll be there in twenty.” He rounded back around the bar, “you ready?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, “but I have to pay?”

“Nah, you’re on the house now, remember?” Joe grinned and you rolled your eyes, pulling out a twenty to toss down onto the bar top.

“Thank you Chilly.”

“Anytime Chica.” He smiled as he picked up the bill, “you make sure this one gets you home safe, alright?”

“I’m sure he will.”

Joe was quick to grab your hand in his as the two of you made your way out of the bar and into the night street. Your conversation was limited as you walked, simply happy to be together and around each other again. A sense of warmth soothing around both of you, sparks firing off each time Joe’s thumb brushed over your knuckles, butterflies in your stomach every time he raised your hand to his lips to kiss. You were at your apartment door before you even realized.

You stopped, turning back to Jose to say goodnight, your hands resting on his waist as you stepped closer to him. His hands gently wrapped around your wrists, guiding them upwards over his chest as he pulled you to him before his hands settled on your waist. He leant down, kissing you softly, humming at the feeling of your nails gently scratching at the back of his neck. You pulled yourself deeper into his embrace and his tongue slid across the seam of your lips, waiting only a second before your lips parted and you let out a soft moan into the kiss.

“Fuck…” he muttered, “hate to leave you like this.”

“Sounded important.” You murmured back, kissing him again, “besides, this leaves me with a little bit of inspiration.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked down at you, “you gonna head upstairs and pretend it’s me between your legs?”

“You got any better ideas?”

“Send me a pic.” He ducked down, nipping at your neck and your breath caught in your throat “I’ll let you know exactly what I’d do if I was with you.”

“I think that can be arranged.” You smiled, a near whine escaping your lips when he bit into your neck again.

“Good girl.” Jose’s fingers came up to cup your chin, redirecting you into another deep kiss before he reluctantly stepped away from you. “You better get going querida.”

“Good night Jose.”

With one last lingering look, you finally disappeared through the doorway and into the elevator and Joe was free to continue on his way through the night. He heard his phone ping no less than five minutes later and opened the text.

“Fuck…” He felt himself twitch in his pants at the sight of you adorned in baby pink lace, chest practically spilling out of your bra, camera angled so that he could see your ass. He was about to type a reply when another image popped up, this one of your hand slipping into your panties and he let out a low groan, “that’s not even fair.” He grumbled, but realized he’d dug his own grave.

‘You’re too good to me.’ He typed back, ‘now get those fingers nice and wet for me baby.’

Taking a deep breath he pocketed his phone and continued on his way. This would have to wait until he got home and he could properly take care of things. He couldn’t help but grin as he rounded the corner, shaking his head at just how unbelievable perfect you were.

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