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Help A Girl Out

This is my first Nick Amaro imagine from Law and Order SVU. I hope you will all like it and I'm open for any Nick requests. Feedback is always appreciated.

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Summary: (Y/n) often pops by the station to see her husband. But one afternoon, she turns up at the wrong moment and gets taken hostage.

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A sigh burned past Nick's lips and he threw his head back over the back of his chair. His knees bumped into the edge of his desk and his left hand began to tap down against the arm of the chair while his other hand flipped the pen between his fingers.

He hated doing paperwork, especially when they hit dead ends like this and the cases seemed to go nowhere. He had the right mind to kick his feet up on his desk and try to catch up on some sleep. He had been working for over twenty-four hours straight now and he was desperate to go home to bed.

He let his eyes fall closed for a few seconds before he stared up at the ceiling. If he closed his eyes for too long he was liable to fall asleep on the job and he didn't need the headache that would cause.

"Nick,"

His neck cricked when he tilted his head forward to look over at Amanda. She was slouched forward over her desk, one hand tangled in her hair and the other hand splayed out on the desk. He watched the way she nodded her head and pointed ahead of her.

A grin pulled at his lips and the tiredness washed out of his face immediately when he cast a glance over his shoulder.

(Y/n).

He straightened up and hopped out of his seat, stretching his arms above his head before he moved across the floor. The smile stretched higher across his face the closer he got to her. It felt like forever since he'd last seen her, as if a lifetime had passed him by since he'd been at the station. Days and nights blurred together and shifts stretched on into eternity when they pulled all-nighters and went without sleep to try and catch their perps.

Nick could of stood there for hours, admiring his wife.

(Y/n) was stood in the doorway to the SVU lobby, leaning a little to one side so she didn't fully block the doorway or stand in people's way. Her hair was pinned back to one side but a few strands had fallen loose and fell to frame round her face and curl around her jaw.

Her heels clicked against the floor as she shifted her weight from foot to foot out of anxious habit. But it was the way she had her arms folded across her chest that made Nick smile. He wasn't sure why, but he loved the way she would curl her arms across herself like that and drag her fingers up and down her upper arms like that.

When her eyes locked with his, her lips curved into a grin and she stood a little straighter as he approached her.

"Hi," His voice was soft and oddly quiet against the rumbling background of heels clicking, voices shouting above the papers stacking on desks and the sound of doors slamming and hinges creaking.

Nick reached his hands out to cup her arms and he tugged her closer, moving her from the doorway so she was over the threshold. Her hands reached up to hold his shoulders and she dipped her head forward to press her lips against his neck while his hands moved down to cup her hips.

He squeezed her hips, scrunching his fingers around her dress that crumpled between his fingers and allowed the pads of his fingers to mesh into her waist.

"Everything okay?" He spoke in hushed whispers against the top of her head, rubbing his nose into her hair before he did a quick sweep around the room. No one was going to care if he disappeared for five minutes to talk to his wife. He hadn't seen her in almost two days, he was allowed to take a small break since she had come all the way down here for something.

"I need a favour,"

(Y/n) tilted her head up until her lips touched the underside of Nick's jaw that acted as a button, turning him to jelly in front of her. She felt his hands dig tighter into her waist and he stepped closer until his abdomen was pressed into hers and she could feel each deep breath he took.

She looked up at him, batting her lashes before he swooped down to steal a kiss. His lips were hot and heavy against hers and (Y/n) reached her hand up from his shoulder to cradle the side of his sharp jaw. She let her nail scrape along his chin, guessing he must have taken a moment to shave at some point during his long shift since he didn't have one trace of stubble anywhere.

"Go ahead," She could ask anything and the answer would always be yes, no matter what the favour was.

(Y/n) took a step back so she could slide her bag down from her shoulder to let it drop into the crook of her elbow. She let her eyes drift up to see the way Nick's smile morphed into a smirk that showed the intrigue wash over his face. He had no idea what she was about to take out of her bag or what kind of favour she was asking of him.

His lips rolled together and he bit the corner of his mouth when he saw what (Y/n) took out of her bag.

"Help a girl out, Amaro?" Her voice was so quiet and tender that Nick almost didn't hear her for a second or two.

He took the pre-filled and plastic-packaged needle from her hand and nodded. His arm moved to swoop around her waist and he reeled her into his side as he turned to face the middle of the room.

"Sure. This way, carino."

(Y/n) could feel his fingers gliding up and down her side like feathers tickling her skin through her dress. Her arms automatically moved back around her chest, resting over her bump while Nick guided her towards his desk. The seat was still warm when he motioned for her to sit down and she cast her eyes around quickly.

She knew who everyone was just by looking at them. She hadn't met anyone from the precinct in person yet but from how Nick talked about them and described them, (Y/n) could guess who they all were. And she figured they knew who she was when she looked at his desk and saw a photo of them both sat proudly on his desk.

Her attention moved back to Nick when he knelt down in front of her and turned the chair so she was facing him. He gave her knee a gentle squeeze and leaned his left arm to rest over her thighs that he parted so he could stand between them. A shiver rolled down her spine when he tore the packet open with his teeth and took out the needle.

"Can I?" He motioned his hand towards the hem of her dress and (Y/n)'s smile melted like butter.

Always the gentleman.

They were married. (Y/n) was asking for his help to take her insulin, and he was still asking for her permission to lift her dress so he could give her the injection.

Her lips pressed together to try and hide her smile and she nodded, trying to stay still and straight in the chair.

Nick held the hem of her sea green dress and slowly raked it over her thighs, relieved to see she was wearing a pair of small, grey shorts beneath her dress. He didn't feel like giving the whole squad room a view of his wife's underwear. He lifted her dress higher until it exposed her six-month bump that made his smile turn fonder.

He let her dress lay over her bump and didn't bother moving her shorts since they were tucked beneath her stomach anyway. They were getting rather tight since her stomach was expanding but (Y/n) didn't usually like to wear dresses without a short pair of shorts on underneath. Just in case.

"Ready?"

(Y/n) hummed and did her best to stay still when Nick pinched the side of her stomach between his thumb and finger. She let her eyes focus on his hair rather than his hands so she didn't have to see the needle. Needles were all well and good if they were used on someone else, but as soon as it was (Y/n)'s turn, she turned queasy.

She was slowly getting used to the slight scratch and the small burn it created and her heart fluttered when Nick brushed his thumb across the small dot on her skin when he removed the needle. He brushed away the tiny fleck of blood and leaned forward to kiss her stomach before he threw the needle in the bin beneath his desk.

"All done."

"Thank you," (Y/n) rolled her dress back down so it was draped across her thighs and her head lifted up to follow Nick when he stood up. She watched him move to sit on the edge of his desk and she felt his knee bump into hers while his arms folded over his chest and flexed his biceps.

"All good?" His head turned to look behind him at Amanda when she leaned forward with her pen trapped between her teeth. She didn't want to intrude but she just wanted to check everything was alright. In case Nick needed to go and take a break with (Y/n) for a while. This was the first time (Y/n) had come down to the station and Amanda wasn't expecting her to come here for that reason.

"I don't like needles," (Y/n) rubbed her hands together on her lap while she scooted the chair closer until her knees bumped into the desk and she could lean against Nick's leg.

"Blood clots?"

"Hm- oh, no, um, insulin. Oddly enough, the baby's decided to give me diabetes." (Y/n) smiled and leaned forward until she could perch her chin on her husband's knee. She felt his fingers feather across her shoulder and down her arm soothingly.

It hadn't been the best surprise when Nick took (Y/n) to an emergency appointment after she started going dizzy and coming down with shaking and feverish sweats. They found out she had gestational diabetes where she wasn't producing enough insulin due to the baby. There was a good chance she would be fine once the baby was born, they were hoping her body would go back to normal and sort itself out. Most women did.

But there was a chance of (Y/n) becoming diabetic after the baby was born and she prayed that wouldn't happen.

The medication to help her newfound condition didn't agree with (Y/n), it had made her violently sick and gave her horrid migraines. So the next solution when her levels didn't even out was to start taking insulin injections. But (Y/n) wasn't good at doing them herself.

Nick didn't mind.

He was all for being affectionate and helping his wife in any way he could and he had been giving her the injections every day. With him being at work for almost two days now, it meant he couldn't be there to help and (Y/n) thought she would come down to the station on the off-chance Nick might be here and could spare her a minute or two to help.

"That's rough," Amanda sank back in her chair and propped her feet up on her desk.

A gentle smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips as she tilted her head up to look at Nick while his hand feathered along her arm and around to her neck. She leaned her chin against his wrist and bit the corner of her lip.

"It's not so bad."

It meant she got to steal little moments like this every day with Nick and to see him smile down at her with that cheesy grin that made her heart flip. And they were getting a baby at the end of this, so it was more than worth the slight discomfort.

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"Oh, hey (Y/n). Are you looking for Nick?"

A delicate smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips as she dragged her right hand up and down her arm to try and stay calm. She treaded carefully over the threshold and made a beeline for the desk she knew was Nick's while her eyes looked around for Amanda.

She found the blonde approaching with a cup of coffee and she moved over to sit down at her desk opposite.

(Y/n) set her bag down on Nick's chair that was vacant aside from his dusty grey blazer jacket that was slung over the back of the chair. He hadn't gone far if he had left his jacket here, (Y/n) knew what he was like. He wouldn't go out without it as that was where he put his keys and his phone. It also helped to conceal his badge and gun, if needed.

"Yeah, well, I just thought I'd drop by and bring lunch." She slumped the paper bag down on Nick's desk and spent a few seconds scouting through her handbag. She made sure to quietly place Nick's badge on his desk near the desk phone, trying to do it quick so no one noticed. Nick hadn't been pleased when he had been in a rush to leave this morning and he couldn't find his badge.

(Y/n) found it an hour after he left and it gave her an excuse to bring lunch by the station for him. She knew what he was like, work came with pressure, new leads got in the way and before he knew it he had gone over ten hours without eating.

She reached into the paper bag and handed a wrapped sandwich out to Amanda. Her smile widened when Amanda just stared at her for a few seconds like she didn't know what (Y/n) was giving her, or why.

"For me?"

"Unless you're not hungry…"

"You, are a Godsend." Her face lit up with a grin when she took the sandwich offered out to her. Everyone would be willing to let (Y/n) hang around every day if she was this nice to them all. "Nick won't be long, he was just going to find some paperwork."

Moving her bag, (Y/n) let herself slump down into Nick's chair. She had managed to do her own insulin injections for the last few days but it was hard when she started to shake and it made her nervous. (Y/n) knew bringing Nick dinner would soften him up and give him a chance to have a break where she could ask if he wouldn't mind doing her injection again.

Her head tilted to the side and she slouched down a little to try and ease the discomfort in her back. Her hand moved to smooth over her stomach as she cast her eyes around the station.

It didn't seem as hectic today.

No one stood in a corner arguing and cursing to high heaven. No clattering people in handcuffs being moved from holding and dragged into the corridor. There weren't people hanging around arguing or being moved into separate interview rooms and no one was making a commotion.

It was oddly calm today. This was the kind of day Nick liked, where they could concentrate and finish paperwork and not have to worry about doing ten different jobs all at once.

"You okay?"

"Hm." (Y/n) managed a smile and nodded. She felt fine, she just had a headache which probably meant she would need to take her insulin soon. She usually had an injection after she had eaten, depending on how well her blood sugar levels were as they varied from day to day.

After a few minutes, just as Amanda finished her sandwich and went to look back through her paperwork, a loud clang rattled through the squad room and made all the distant chatter dwindle down.

(Y/n) leaned her head back and looked over her shoulder just as a large, burly man shouted "Don't touch me!" And flung his arm out at Olivia who was trying to guide him inside.

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and sighed as she turned back to face Nick's desk. That guy seemed the macho type, the kind of person who didn't like being told no or being ordered around or told to do something. She could see the way Amanda grimaced and visibly rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I'll go see if Liv needs any help. Thanks for lunch," Her hand gave (Y/n)'s shoulder a squeeze as she walked past. They didn't need a scene being caused when today had been a calm, laid back kind of day. And Amanda knew the guy Olivia had brought into the squad room. He was rather hard to talk to and calm down and he was their main suspect in their newest rape case.

Sitting forward, (Y/n) clicked her back into place and danced her fingertips over the photo frame on the side of Nick's desk. He had one of them on their wedding day, and one of him and Zara that (Y/n) had taken.

Her hand moved across to her temple again when she felt her headache getting worse.

Maybe it would be worth her going to get a drink while she waited for her husband to get back.

She kicked her bag a little further beneath Nick's desk so no one would see it and try to run off with it. Not that anyone would get a chance when there were officers mulling about the place and Finn was sat at his desk a few feet away.

The blood seemed to rush down to her feet when she stood up and she had to take a moment to control herself and stop from letting her head loll forward and stop her knees from giving way. Her legs trembled but after a few paces, (Y/n) felt like she was herself again and the blood was circulating properly through her body. She would need to get her insulin soon though in case that was making her feel worse. She had eaten her lunch already and usually needed insulin after eating.

Nick dragged his fingers through his tousled hair and looked down at his phone just as the lift chimed and the doors opened up. He scrolled down through his phone but he only took two steps out the lift before he looked up and felt the tiredness washing out of his system completely.

"Carino," His lips curved up into a wide grin and he slipped his phone in his back pocket as his eyes set on his wife.

He was getting rather lucky these past two weeks with (Y/n) appearing at the station. It meant he didn't always have to slump at his desk and daydream about going home to see her. He didn't have to frown or grow tiresome, he just had to look up every now and then and she turned up and brightened his day and his mood.

His arms swooped around her the moment she was within reach and he pulled her to the side out the way of the oncoming people passing up and down the hall. A shiver rolled down his spine when (Y/n)'s cold hands pressed against his neck and slithered beneath the collar of his shirt.

She tugged him down until he was close enough to kiss and he could taste the sweet tea remnants on her lips.

"You both okay?" His left hand splayed out on her lower back wile he slipped his right hand between them to cradle her stomach. It was as if the baby knew exactly where they were. Nick stroked his thumb across her shirt when he felt a small kick against the palm of his hand.

"Hm. I found your badge, it's on your desk along with dinner." (Y/n) smoothed one hand down Nick's chest, tapping her fingers over his shirt beneath his tie that she wanted to take off.

"Oh, thank you," He murmured against her lips and he sank his teeth down into her bottom lip just to feel her jump and grab at his neck. "Shall we?"

"I just need the toilet."

Nick moved his hand round to squeeze (Y/n)'s hip and let his lips linger over hers for a few extra seconds before he finally let her go. He attached his lips to the side of her neck as she moved to walk past him and he felt her squeeze his shoulder as they moved in different ways.

He watched her round the corner before he moved into the squad room. His eyes landed on his desk straight away and he made a beeline towards it. He noticed the large paper bag on his desk before his sight shifted over to his badge in front of the picture of him and Zara.

Nick clipped the badge onto the waistband of his trousers over his belt. He didn't have time to find it this morning, he had been running late and it annoyed him whenever he put something down and went back later and couldn't find it. At least (Y/n) had found it for him, and a smile danced across Nick's lips at the thought of (Y/n) using it as an excuse to come down to the station and see him.

His hand drifted into the paper bag but he barely managed to peak his head inside to see what (Y/n) had brought before he stopped.

Someone was shouting.

Raised voices. Olivia and Amanda were shouting. A man was raising his voice and bellowing something so loud and fast Nick couldn't work out what he was saying.

The sound of more yelling and someone saying 'drop the weapon' made a shiver bolt down Nick's spine. He tilted his head to the left and glanced over at Finn who was already pushing up to go and see what the commotion was.

A sigh blundered past Nick's lips as he moved away from his desk and jogged out the squad room into the corridor. He needed to get near the toilets and make sure (Y/n) didn't come out into whatever situation was happening out here.

It felt like Nick rounded the corner at the exact wrong time.

The air got caught in his lungs and stones started to drop down to the pit of his stomach.

Drew. Their prime suspect in their current case.

Everything happened in slow motion. No one had chance to try and grab him, all they could do was stand near the other end of the corridor to block off his exit, but it didn't do much good. The toilet door opened at the very worst time and Nick immediately knew who it would be.

Nick ran forward but he wasn't quick enough to do anything. He was too far away and his heart physically clenched in his chest when he saw (Y/n) open the door. Before Nick could grab her attention or shout at her to close the door, Drew, their suspect, grabbed (Y/n).

He almost pushed her to the floor with the way he scrambled to grab her before someone could grab him. He was clearly thinking off the top of his head and muddling through this as he went along. One hand fisted in the back of (Y/n)'s hair and he used her hair as leverage to drag her out of the doorway and out into the corridor.

A panicked cry flew past (Y/n)'s lips and she reached out to try and dig her nails into whoever had suddenly pounced on her.

She tripped over her feet and her right arm spasmed when her elbow collided with the wall. Panic surged through her chest and she choked on her shallow breaths when she was dragged, stumbling out into the corridor. Stars danced across her eyes and her knees almost buckled if it wasn't for the hand screwed up in her hair.

But as soon as she stopped wobbling, the hand left her hair and a forearm pinned around the front of her throat. Her back slammed up into someone's rough chest and the back of her head bashed into his shoulder.

Tears welled up in the corner of (Y/n)'s eyes when she felt the barrell of a gun press into the right side of her temple.

Oh dear.

He had a gun. He was now keeping (Y/n) as a hostage. Why had he decided to grab her of all people? Why was he doing this on the day (Y/n) had come into the station? Why didn't she head back into the squad room with Nick where she would have been safe?

"Drop the gun Drew. Now!" As fast as anything, Nick unclipped the gun from his belt and aimed it at Drew, but he couldn't get a clear shot. Not with his wife in the way.

He tried to take a few steps closer as his shoulders hunched up and his elbows locked in place. He could feel Finn hovering close beside him, his own gun aimed out ready to take an emergency shot if needed. Both Olivia and Amanda were stood on the other side of the corridor, blocking off Drew's exit so at least he had nowhere to try and take (Y/n).

"Drop it!" Nick raised his voice and moved the gun to aim it at Drew's head, but it didn't phase him in the way he wanted it to.

"No! I think I'll keep her as insurance. So why don't you all back off?"

Leaning back, (Y/n) tried to tilt her head a bit higher to make it easier to breathe. And she dug her nails into the arm strapped around her neck like an iron bar.

It took a few seconds for her eyes to land on her husband but when they did, she could feel herself beginning to shake.

Nick looked frightening. Shoulders hunched up and tense, arms popping through his shirt. Gun aimed at the man behind her. His nose was crinkled and his upper lip was curled up in anger but it was the look in his eyes that made (Y/n)'s knees go weak. If looks could kill she would have been safe and back in his arms by now.

"Let her go. We can work something out, but you need to let her go." Olivia tried to get Drew's attention and when he looked at her, it let Nick get two feet closer towards them.

(Y/n) tried to stop the tears that were starting to fall down her face but she couldn't seem to help it. Shakes were rattling through her body now and she knew the man behind her could feel how badly she was starting to tremble. It made him tighten his arm around her neck which in turn made (Y/n) gasp.

She tilted her head forward until her chin was pressing down into Drew's forearm and her eyes stayed locked on her husband.

Nick held his other hand out in front of him and rose his brows, trying to keep his expression calm but it was hard to hide the anger pulsing through him. He needed to try and stay calm so (Y/n) didn't go into a panic attack.

He had to protect his wife.

"How about you let me walk out of here with her… or she gets a bullet."

(Y/n)'s knees quivered when the gun moved away from her head and suddenly pressed into the right side of her stomach. He had figured out she was pregnant.

Her teeth sank down into her bottom lip as she tried to keep her eyes on Nick and stay calm. Crying wasn't going to do anything to help their situation and she had to keep focused. But it was hard when the gun pressed deeper into her side and the uncomfortable feeling made her try and move to the left. It was bad enough that her headache had come back with vengeance and her body was ransacked with trembles.

Now the baby was starting to twist and kick and (Y/n) wanted to be sick. And she could see how Nick's stance changed, he straightened up and aimed his gun at Drew's temple. Both his wife and unborn child were now being threatened. Nick wasn't going to stand around and let Drew make demands and try to get away from this.

"If you do anything to hurt her, we can't help you. Let her go, and you can still walk away from this."

"And the rape charges, you can drop those and help me with that, can you?"

Nick's eyes narrowed when he looked across at (Y/n). He waited until Drew twisted to the side to look at Olivia who seemed to be trying to control the negotiations. Nick tilted his head to the side and parted his lips, trying to silently ask (Y/n) what was wrong. He could see the way her expression changed and she started to shake her head.

She tried to move one hand down near her stomach while Drew was occupied looking over at Olivia. And she pressed her index finger into her stomach a few times to try and get her silent message across.

She needed her insulin.

She didn't feel well. The headache and the shaking was most likely because she was lacking her injection and if she didn't get it soon, she was going to go into a hypo state.

"Drew, you'll go to court for those charges. You can convince a jury you're innocent, we can talk to the witnesses, see what we can do. But you have a whole station full of witnesses here. I'm sure no one would make a complaint if you let her go now, but if you hurt her, you won't even get a trial."

He had a chance. He had a chance to convince a jury that he was innocent, even if no one here believed him and they knew he was guilty. He still had a fighting chance if he got a good lawyer and that was all he could get. They needed Drew to see that hurting (Y/n) was going to cement his time in prison and he had witnesses this time. If he hurt her, he wouldn't get away with it but if he let her go, no one was liable to press charges. At least, they needed him to think that way so he wouldn't do anything rash.

"Let her walk me to the door. No police, none of you following us, then I'll let her go."

"We can't do that Drew." Nick spoke before Olivia had the chance to agree or try to negotiate again.

He saw the look of terror in his wife's eyes and there was not a chance in Hell that Nick would let her out of his sight. He wasn't letting Drew try and take her hostage because he didn't believe Drew wouldn't hurt her in some way. He might try and get her out the building with him to make a better escape. That wasn't happening.

"Then I'll hurt her!"

"Nick-" (Y/n) snapped her eyes closed and dug her nails harshly into the arm around her neck when he rammed the gun into the side of her stomach. She knew she should be thankful he didn't pull the trigger on purpose or by mistake. But the blow was harsh and so sudden it took all the air from her lungs and left her gasping as he held her up by the arm around her throat.

"No! Drew don't- you don't need to hurt her okay? Don't!" Nick held his free hand out in front of him and took a step closer before he could stop himself.

He could feel Finn try to grab his shoulder but he shook him off. This was his family and he didn't care whether Drew found that out or not. He just wanted to keep them safe.

"I- I… feel sick." (Y/n) leaned her head forward and tried to pull on the arm around her neck. She felt like she was going to faint and now he'd hit her, her stomach was suddenly churning along with the baby turning around. If she didn't throw up she was definitely going to collapse soon without her insulin.

"We're leaving. Now."

A strangled sound left (Y/n)'s lips and she let her knees buckle so he wouldn't be able to move her so easily. She wasn't going anywhere. She wanted to be sick. Her body was giving out and she needed him to let her go.

Her fingers scratched down his arm and she pulled as harshly as she could while she moved down.

Whatever he shouted into her hair made her cringe and cower down but she couldn't work out what he was saying. Static built up in her ears that became overpowered by the sound of her blood rushing through her ears. Her head was pounding and throbbing and weighed forward.

(Y/n) let her arms coil around her waist and she tipped her head down when she felt people closing in around them.

"Drop the gun!"

Before Drew could try and heave her up to her feet again, Nick bolted forward. He grabbed Drew's wrist and twisted it round to the left until he heard a successful click and the gun dropped down to the floor. Amanda swiftly tossed the gun to the other side of the corridor where an officer moved to pick it up while Nick slammed his elbow down between Drew's shoulders and pushed him onto his stomach on the floor.

(Y/n) couldn't tell who it was who grabbed her elbows and helped to shuffle her forward but she swatted her hands out either way. She didn't want them touching her. She didn't want to move. She wanted to go to sleep. She was ready to power down and forget this had ever happened.

Nick clamped his hand down on the back of Drew's head and bashed his face forward into the floor until his nose cracked and blood started to pour down his face.

"Cuff him!" He shrugged off the hands trying to pull him back. He wouldn't do anything else, he wouldn't jeopardise getting Drew sent down for this, he just had to do something that would cause Drew the kind of pain he had put (Y/n) through.

His chest heaved and sweat rolled down the back of his neck as he moved away from Drew who had his hands pinned to his lower back so they could cuff him and get him moved.

Nick turned his attention away while his chest heaved and he moved to kneel down next to (Y/n). She had her arms pinned near her head so she could get Amanda and Finn to let her go. She swatted her hands out and cried out until they got the message. (Y/n) didn't want any of them. The only person she wanted was Nick.

"Carino… carino, baby it's me. It's okay." Once his voice registered in her ears, Nick moved his arms out for her.

He wrapped his arm around her back and moved his other hand to cradle the back of her head. His lips smothered her cheek as he rested his chin on her shoulder and pulled her into his chest. The way she grabbed his bicep with a sudden fierce grip made him jump but he didn't say anything. He reeled her into his chest and curled around her like a safety blanket.

"Alright, shh. Let's get you up carino."

Both (Y/n)'s arms wrapped around Nick's bicep and she buried her face in his shoulder and pressed her side up into his chest until he curled back around her. She let him gently pull her up to her feet and his hand clamped down on her hip to keep her standing upright when she wavered in his arms.

He moved his lips to the back of her head while his hand started to glide up and down her arm like feathers brushing against her skin.

"Call a bus." Nick glanced over at Amanda who nodded and grabbed the radio on her waist.

"Home," (Y/n) tilted her head back to look up at Nick and for a brief moment, she saw a smile flicker across his face. He flashed his teeth and shook his head as a breathless chuckle left his lips.

"No carino, I'm not taking you home. We're going to hospital, for you and for me. I think I've had a heart attack." He spoke into the top of her hair as he gently guided her towards the squad room. He was relieved his desk was close by and he kicked the chair round so he could ease (Y/n) to sit down.

Nick tried to pull back but he couldn't exactly move when (Y/n) dug her fingers into his bicep and pulled on his arm. She kept his right arm pinned around her chest until Nick sighed and leaned over. He curved his left arm back around her waist just below her shoulder blades and carefully rested his hand on her stomach. He didn't know whether to touch her stomach or not in case he hurt her, but when she didn't wince, he left his hand there to feel the baby move.

She could feel him kissing the top of her head and she kept his right arm bound against her chest with her temple pressed into his shoulder. Nick stayed stood up beside his desk chair and leaned over so he was curled around his wife.

He knew from a different angle he looked rather weird and odd, leaning over like this with his lower back and bum arched out. But he didn't care. As long as he made (Y/n) feel safe and kept her calm, he would stay hunched over her like this until the paramedics arrived.

"D-don't let go."

"I'm not going anywhere carino." He spoke quietly into her hair and he realised he was slowly swaying them from side to side. "I gotta give you your insulin soon, don't I?"

#law and order svu #law and order #nick amaro #nick amaro imagine #nick x reader #nick amaro x reader #olivia benson #imagine #pregnant! reader #pregnancy

[cathrrrine]

how the svu characters would react to you pranking them by texting “i miss being single”

Sonny Carisi

Amanda Rollins

Nick Amaro

Casey Novak

Alex Cabot

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Fin Tutuola

Elliot Stabler

#law and order svu #x reader #cat makes text imagines #rafael barba #olivia benson #elliot stabler #fin tutuola #amanda rollins #sonny carisi #dominick carisi #nick amaro #alex cabot #casey novak #sonny is the most innocent one out of all of them hes a puppy actually

[cinemapix]

Danny Pino as Nick Amaro and Raúl Esparza as Rafael Barba LAW & ORDER: SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT (1999 - PRESENT) Season 15, Episode 6: October Surprise

#law & order: svu #law & order: special victims unit #svu #danny pino #nick amaro #raúl esparza #rafael barba #tv #gifs #ours #by kraina #svuedit #userdundun #fyeahlatinos #pocfiction #tuserjen #singinprincess #tuserheidi #tusersonny #userairam

[kryptonitejelly]

nick amaro x reader // law and order SVU

yes, we are going there - what have i done 😭 no plot, really. just a moment.

-

The last thing Nick had expected to find when walking back into the SVU bullpen was you; and yet, here he was, eyes fixed on you as his strides quickened. He notices Fin’s smirk that finds itself aimed his way as he weaves his way between Amanda and Liv to get to you, but he ignores it.

He lets his gaze drag itself over your form, head down on his desk, the lamp on his desk casting a soft glow around your features; the extra suit jacket he leaves hanging on the back of his chair draped over your shoulders. You have a laptop open in front of you, a case file and note pad within reach, all topped off by an uncapped pen lying caged between your curled fingers. He sees the pair of heels which you had shed, one standing, one lying on its side peeking out from under his desk. A dip of his gaze reveals the deep green of the dress which you had on, one of his favourite dresses on you - one that he knew you had worn in to work today in anticipation of Friday having supposed to be date night.

Nick slows his pace as he approaches you, content in the few seconds to allow himself to watch the gentle rise and fall of your shoulders. The sight stirs a mix of emotions in his chest - the swell of emotion that came rushing in whenever he set his eyes on you, and a heavy tinge of guilt. Guilt that he had to cancel the first date night you both had managed to plan after weeks of clashing schedules, guilt that you taken it so well, and guilt that you had somehow found your way here, to the SVU bullpen so that you could both head home together.

Nick drops to a knee, bringing himself to eye level with your face. He raises his hand to cup the side of your face gently. His touch on your skin is light, soft, but it makes you stir immediately.

“Hey,” Nick’s voice grounds you as you let your mind grind to a start, your surroundings shifting into focus. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought we could go home together,” your lips furl up into a gentle smile, voice soft, your eyes, still hazy with sleep, locked onto Nick’s. You forget your bearings for a moment until you hear a cough from behind Nick as various footsteps shuffle into the bullpen. You straighten up slowly, blinking the sleep from your eyes, legs stretching out beneath you as you offer a wave to the rest of the team trudging in.

“An ADA slumming it at Amaro’s desk?” Fin muses, voice joking and light.

“What would Barba say,” Munch follows, expression deadpan.

“Unbecoming isn’t it?” Liv continues with a quirk of one end of her lip.

“What can I say,” you play along, “not all of us have Barba’s flair.”

“Clearly,” Amanda states, looking pointedly at Nick which earns a series of chuckles from the rest of the team and yourself.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nick waves a hand in the air dismissively, but his gaze doesn’t leave you. You tilt your body downward slightly, hands reaching for your discarded heels. Nick notices and he is back on a knee in one fluid motion.

“Nick,” you protest as he places a hand along your calf, his other propping your heel up, helping you back into your heels. You hazard a glance behind your boyfriend, only to find the rest of the team, tactfully busying themselves with their desks. “I’m not Cinderalla,” you state, but with no real protest as you let him guide your other heel back on.

“I’m not your Prince Charming?” He teases, not caring who else heard, giving your calf a gentle squeeze before winking at you and straightening back into a stand.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” you pull a face as you turn to gather your belongings, making quick work of shoving them into your bag with Nick’s help.

“Way to hurt a man,” he places a hand on his chest as you shrug his spare jacket off your shoulders; Nick takes it from you, hanging it back on his chair.

“She could hurt you more” Fin cuts in again with a sing-song voice. It makes you chuckle, as you catch a wink Amanda throws in your direction.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be Detective Tutuola,” Nick asks all while shrugging off the jacket on his shoulders to place it over yours, letting it hang off your frame. He flicks off the light switch on his desk and picks your bag up.

“If I say no, will you let me tag along?”

Your yes comes at the same time as Nick’s absolutely not, and it earns you another series of chuckles around the room.

“Don’t call me till Monday,” Nick calls out, while threading his fingers through yours as he starts to guide you towards the lift. You barely manage to call out a goodbye, before the lift doors shut on you both.

“I didn’t-” your protest is cut short by Nick’s lips on yours, his free hand circling your waist, going over the fabric of his jacket on your shoulders. You let yourself sink into the kiss, hand sliding up his shoulder and behind his neck as the lift descends to the parking garage.

“I’m sorry I had to cancel today,” he says, forehead resting against yours as he breaks the kiss. His eyes are closed, but you flicker yours open as you run your hand from the back of his neck to cup the side of his jaw.

“You have nothing to apologise for Detective Amaro,” you end with the professional term of address in attempt to diffuse some of the guilt you see in his eyes. “Work,” you continue with a light shrug - Nick was a victim of you cancelling on him as well, and you understood.

“I was really looking forward to tonight,” he says, still apologetic as he finally opens his eyes while leaning his face into your palm.

“I can think of a few ways you can spend the rest of the weekend making it up to me,” you say, dropping your voice to a lower, almost sultry tone as you lean into him, pressing the front of your body into his. Nick responds by pulling you in closer, his hand dipping down the hem of his jacket on your shoulders to slide down onto the curve of your ass.

“Take me home Detective Amaro,” you say as the lift door dings open.

“Your wish is my command,” Nick says in response, taking the opportunity to sear another quick kiss onto your lips before tugging you out of the lift.

#law and order svu #nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro x you #nick amaro x y/n #nick amaro fic #nick amaron imagine #nick amaro fanfic #detective amaro #law and order svu imagine #law and order svu fic #law and order svu fanfic #nick amaro reader insert #law and order svu reader insert #amaro #amaro x you #amaro x reader #amaro x y/n #not cm #not tg #law and order svu drabble #law and order svu one shot #nick amaro drabble #nick amaro fluff #nick amaro one shot

[kayyybenson]

This Barbie SVU

#olivia benson #amanda rollins #john munch #fin tutuola #law and order svu #svu #sonny carisi #nick amaro

[urrockstar-xe]

detective sweetheart - n.a x fem!reader

posted nov 3rd, 2023 12:22 am

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Including Nick 

of course.

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

“Oh, uh”

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

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

Nick smiled at that, nodding as Emily talked. 

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

oh my god, he LAUGHS?

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

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

That left, you and Nick, alone

of fucking course

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(exaggerating? Pft nuh-uh) 

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

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

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

He smiled, nodding. 

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

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

it's already over

“Thank you for walking me back, Nick” 

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

Sweetheart

“Goodnight, detective”

#nick amaro x reader #nick amaro x you #nick amaro imagine #svu imagine #law and order svu imagines #nick amaro fluff #nick amaro #Spotify

[reareaotaku]

Nick Amaro Headcanons

TW: Slight NSFW

Perfect father figure

If you have kids with him or already have kids, he's great with them

If you don't have kids with him, he wants one

^ He'll beg and plead. He feels like this is a strong connection between the two of you

He just wants a child that looks like the both of you

He's super protective over you

If you're ever in danger, he practically loses his mind

Nearly beat a guy to death because he had threatened you

If he thinks you're not eating properly, he'll be at your home with food

He will shove the food down your throat if he has too

He just wants what's best for you

Best care taker in the world. If you're ever sick he's taking off work to take care of you

He's a surprisingly good cook [He gets it from his momma]

You and his mother become close. She treats you better than she treats her son, because- her words- "You're too sweet for a boy like Nick"

He'll propose surprisingly fast

He just wants to tie the knot

He loves you more than you love him. He also probably fell in love first

He'll watch rom-coms and such with you

Sometimes you forget that he's a tough, bad ass cop, with the way he acts towards you

A sweet gentle teddy bear

Especially in bed

He's so gentle and is there to please you

He doesn't satisfy himself, until you're satisfied

He wants to see those legs shaking. He'll grab the inner thigh, close to your ass, squeezing tightly as you wrap them around his waist. He's kissing your neck, sucking and licking, leaving dark hickeys. You feel him everywhere all at once and it's so overwhelming, but yet it feels so good

He gets jealous really easily, like extremely. He knows you're a pretty girl, but you're obviously taken. He gets very aggressive, but never at you. When he's mad at you, he avoids you so he doesn't take it out on you

He could never hurt you and he doesn't want too

#nick amaro x reader #nick amaro imagine #nick amaro #yandere nick amaro #svu x reader #yandere svu x reader #yandere svu #nick amaro svu

[thena0315]

Holding Babies

Stabler [9x09]

Fin [6x02]

Amaro [16x03]

Carisi [17x10]

.........Barba [16x16]

#svu #elliot stabler #fin tutuola #sonny carisi #nick amaro #rafael barba #noah porter benson #jesse rollins #eli stabler #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #babies

[deadirlshwriters]

you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman who loves you

silver springs is so eo coded

#svu s24 #law and order svu #l&o svu #christopher meloni mariska hargitay #mariska hargitay #chriska #christopher meloni #chris meloni #olivia benson #elliot stabler #bensler #eo #silver springs #fleetwood mac #stevie nicks #buckingham nicks #lindsay buckingham

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Nick Amaro NSFW Alphabet  

Guys I finished rewatching season 14 and I forgot how much I hate the storyline they give Nick. I love him as a character, but I would love to completely reconstruct his backstory. He has to be one of the most personally screwed-over characters in SVU. Am I the only one who hates the hidden love child-which I’m completely disregarding? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this!  

Warnings- Some Maria-hate (sorry not sorry).  

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

Nick's aftercare is exceptional. He cleans you up, washing any mess he has made off you with a warm washcloth or a hot shower. Then it is cuddling and whatever you want in your post-glow bliss. Usually, it’s time for you to talk about whatever you want. Something you did, a movie you saw, an awful joke you heard that you laughed at but didn’t seem worth bothering him about. He wants to hear it all.

It’s a time that you have this full attention. Sometimes it leads to more vulnerable emotional conversations that he seems to have an easier time having when his walls are down after sex. Sometimes words are too much and the two of you just hold each other, caressing each other's bodies.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)  

Nick’s favorite body part of himself is his hands. They are rough, calloused, and strong from years of sports, hard work, and shooting a gun. They are dexterous and versatile enough to accomplish his endless paperwork, playing catch with Zara, fixing things around the house, and his favorite teasing you with them until you come apart so prettily with his name on your lips. 

Nick loves your entire body. He tells you all the time there is nothing he would ever change. He loves your curves and doesn’t discriminate between them. Why be a boobs or ass man, when he has two hands and a willing mouth that can have both and more?  

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)  

Nick is a jealous man, and he knows it. You are his and nobody else. After spending a significant amount of time watching any another man try to talk or flirt with you there is nothing more that he wants to do than take you to his bed and paint his cum all over your body. It gives him undeniable satisfaction seeing his seed on your skin claiming you in the most barbaric way. He should hate it because it may be considered demeaning, but he can’t. Even later when he is cleaning you up, he smiles knowing the evidence of his DNA still lingers on your skin, clinging to you.    

D = Dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)  

It’s not necessarily dirty but you made Nick come embarrassingly early by calling him Papi one day out of nowhere while you were riding him. He never liked the idea of being called daddy by his partners. It seemed weird to him but hearing the word Papi come from your lips as you took your pleasure from him did all the right things.

When you guys were basking in the afterglow, he casually asked you about the nickname. You had admitted that one of your friends had told you it was a common term of endearment for Cuban men but you seemed a bit embarrassed. Instead of just telling you he liked it he spent the next few months trying to casually reinforce the nickname whenever you used it by getting you off as many times as possible.     

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)  

Nick has experience. While he did go through a bit of a Casanova stage in his teens and early twenties, he has always been more of a long-term partner kind of guy. The different women did teach him about different ways to enjoy sex and a bit of experimentation. However, when he married Maria, it was narrowed down to what she liked. She liked sex that was very plain and vanilla, missionary mostly. She wasn't very interested in sex after she had Zara and what they did do was repetitive.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) 

Nick’s favorite position is doggy. He likes the control of your body it gives. His hands are free to caress and massage you. He can take you with your back pressed tightly to his chest fistful of your hair to make you look at him and steal open mouth kisses as he thrust into you. Or he can push you down on your knees with your face in the mattress as he holds your wrist behind your back and pounds into you hard and fast. Moans and his name bouncing from the walls as he takes you deeper and deeper. He loves leaving Hickes and love bites on your neck and down the back of your shoulder.      

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)  

Nick is a very passionate man but that doesn’t always translate into seriousness. You guys have had sex that you have laughed halfway through. You have been mid sex and his beard rubbed just right to tickle you and send you squirming with laughter that was contagious.  

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

Nick’s hair is dark and thick, and it curls when it gets too long. He keeps it trimmed up for hygiene's sake typically. He doesn’t think much about it when it gets overgrown when life is too busy, or he just can’t be bothered. When he is in a relationship, he keeps up on it more as a respectful consideration for you. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)  

Nick is the definition of a Latino lover. He will spend his time with foreplay and the sex making sure you know how important you and your pleasure are to him. He calls you sweet nicknames and tells you how much you mean to him and how he has missed you and your body. If he pins your hands, he intertwines your fingers.  

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) 

 Nick doesn’t masturbate often. When he does it's usually not to pleasure himself so much as to get a release from some stress. It’s quick and efficient and then he washes up and continues with his day or gets ready for sleep. He will also get himself off if he is horny, but you are not available or in the mood.      

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) 

Nick’s love language is words of affirmation, and he has a major praise kink that he likes to mix with his dirty talk. He is also a bit of an exhibitionist. He likes to push the line of where you can have sex without getting caught. Just be careful while he’s drinking because it heightens all these kinks and can lead to some pretty close calls.  

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) 

Nick’s favorite place to have sex is the bedroom because it has the most options and comfort. He has become a big fan of the laundry room. While the space is limited, Zara doesn’t feel the need to interrupt when you go in there because she doesn’t think there is anything of value and would rather watch TV while you guys do the ‘laundry’ unlike when you guys try to sneak away to the bedroom or bathroom. There is a door so there is no risk of her getting in there unexpectedly. Nick has also found many uses for the dryer while it’s on that aren’t clothes-related.     

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) 

Nick is not hard to convince to have sex or turn on. But he is a very visual man, and if you want to make him go feral wearing lingerie or one of his shirts buttoned halfway up is a good way of giving him an instant boner.    

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)  

Nick grew up with an abusive dad and he watched him beat his mom. He will never hit, slap, or do anything that could hurt you. An open-palmed smack on the ass is about as far as he will take it and that’s only if you enjoy it. He will never degrade you because it is against his morals of respecting women.    

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)  

Nick likes to get as much as he likes to receive. He wants you to sit on his face, sit not hover. If you don’t know the difference, he will pull you down on top of him and lick and devour your cunt until your legs are shaking to the point where sitting is the only option. He will work you up so well you will be riding his face. He loves 69ing too. Your moan vibrating around his dick from the pleasure of him eating out your pretty pussy? The answer is always yes.  

Nick loves a good blowjob. You found that it can fix his bad attitude. He came home in a bad mood and was trying to start a fight about something petty and irrelevant. He was in the kitchen slamming stuff around as he was making his coffee, bitching about how messy it was. You knew it had nothing to do with you, and everything to do with a disaster case, and marched over to him and grabbed his belt. He froze at first not sure what was going on, but it wasn't complaints falling from his lips when you dropped to your knees and gave him a quick messy blowjob. When you were done and got back to your feet, you pecked his lips and told him you were late for work leaving him stunned. When you returned home the kitchen was clean, he had cooked homemade traditional Cuban food, and he apologized to you all night long with a lot more than just his mouth.        

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Nick likes to make the foreplay slow and passionate, to make sure you are satisfied and ready to take him. When it comes to sex his preferred pace is fast and on the rougher side. Your body in his hands as he pounds into you your breast bouncing, head thrown back as you take him.  

He does have a gentler side that comes out quite often. One that takes you slow and steady. He will kiss every inch of your body whispering Spanish words of endearment and praise against your skin. These are the times he wants to look you in the eyes and make sure you know his love for you in this physical act. That you can hear it, feel it, taste it, and see it in his eyes.      

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)  

Nick loves a good quicky. Life is busy, especially with a job like his and kids. Sometimes you just have to take those fifteen minutes and make them worth every second. It doesn’t always need to be long to be good and satisfying. Besides Nick enjoys seeing you after a quick tousle out with your friends or random people knowing exactly what causes that flush in your cheeks. Knowing that his cum is still leaking out of you and into your wet panties unless of course he still has them in his pocket for safekeeping.  

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) 

Nick is willing to experiment with his limits. He is willing to try any position you want at least once. He likes to push the limits where you two can get away with having sex. He likes the bathrooms at bars, the laundry room when Zara is preoccupied, and getting head when he is driving in low to no-traffic areas. He likes the adrenaline of the possibility, but he doesn’t actually want to get caught. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)  

Nick has stamina for days. He can drag out foreplay and sex for hours if you will let him. If you're planning on a sleepless night and are okay walking a little funny the next day you only have to give him about a half hour to recuperate and he will be ready to go again if you are.    

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)  

No, Nick’s not a toy guy. He is kind of old-fashioned and I think he might take it as a hit to his masculinity if you wanted to use them when you were in bed together.  

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)  

Nick is an ungodly tease. His sweet and dirty talk is second to none. He can get you wet just by telling you about what he is going to do to you. The innocent but consistent touches drive you crazy. Then when he finally has you in the bedroom you can almost taste the pleasure, he is going to give you. He teases you more and tisks about how impatient you are. “All good things come to those who wait, Corazón.”

If you want his teasing to stop, you will have to beg him or start teasing him back. He can give way better than he can take. You will have him changing his pace quick.    

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)  

Nick isn’t loud but he is by no means silent. He likes to dirty talk, and praise you in bed with a mix of English and Spanish words. He grunts and moans but keeps the noise to a minimum when Zara is in the house. If he knows that there isn’t a risk of being interrupted or overheard that is when Nick gets louder and likes to fuck you to upbeat Cuban music.   

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)  

Nick doesn’t know how to ask for attention or affection. He grew up with a controlling abusive father and a traumatized turned aloof mother. Then he married Maria, a strong-willed but distant and emotionally unavailable soldier. He never got consistent affection and doesn't understand his own need for it. He doesn’t consciously know he does it, but when he needs that affection, he will initiate sex even if he is not in the mood to have it. He will make it so good for you like he has to earn it. You will moan and call his name as he wrecks you with his fingers and mouth.  

Then he will usually wave you off when you go to reciprocate even if he is hard. He knows that what he really wants is already within reach because when you are pleasure drunk and boneless it always means that you are willing and wanting to cuddle. Your fingers will stroke and play with his hair, your other hand wandering his back teasing tense muscles until they relax. It takes you a long time to figure out what he is doing and when you do it breaks your heart.   

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

Nick has a lean body with muscular arms and thighs. His chest is toned with a visible six-pack. He has a sparse dusting of hair on his lower stomach, a happy trail leading down to his goods. Nick is a big boy, above average in size. His cock is thick and long with a slight upwards curve.   

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)  

Nick has a pretty high sex drive but good control over it. While he would prefer to have sex four or five times a week, he doesn’t expect that. He has times when he becomes a sex hound, and you swear it always seems to match up to when you're ovulating. His sex drive can also completely diminish during bad sex crime cases.    

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Nick is one of those rare men that sex boosts his energy, at least for a little while. The flood of endorphins gives him a giddy relaxed high. If it is a quickie or during the middle of the day, he will have the sudden urge to accomplish something, or if you're really lucky cook traditional Cuban food. If it’s time for bed you will almost always fall asleep before him, but he is content to lay in bed with you either just cuddled up or playing games on his phone until the high fades.  

I forgot how long this prompt takes but hey there’s Nick’s! I have quite a few Nick miniseries that I’m going to be working on. One is the relationship building between the reader and Zara while still featuring Nick of course.  

I have another series that will be more angsty and will probably take longer because it’s going to be a split vibe of what could have happened in a situation with Nick and the reader's relationship when tragedy hits. I’m excited to challenge my writing in that way. 

Let me know if either of these piques your interest! I hope you enjoyed xoxo  

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Over your head

It's been a while and most of this is personal to my life. Just needed to little Nick loving.

Warnings: None, just fluffy Nick.

WC: 736.

Enjoy x

You should have said no, but you couldn’t now, everything was in place and you knew it have to be like ripping a band aid off, but you were nervous. When Liv came to you and told you that SVU was going to be getting the funds to have an in-house forensic science lab and suggested that you go and get your degree so you could be the head of the lab, it took you nearly 3 days to decide. Life had not been kind recently and you were in your era of second guessing yourself with everything you had been through and what was still to come in your personal life. Your divorce was finally coming to the final stages of being settled and you had just got the kids in a routine as a single mom, and now you were nothing but crazy taking on a full-time degree study as well as working. It was lucky you lived with your mum and the kids went to the same school as Amanda's girls, so between her and Sonny, when you needed it, they said they had it all under control.

As you walked into the huge lecture hall, you found a seat as far up the back as possible and you sat down, sitting your bag on the seat next to you. You had a little giggle as your eyes scanned around the room at all these “Young kids” doing a course as heavy as this, thinking about everything you had seen after 12 years of SVU.

You were looking down at your phone to a message Amanda had messaged you about her plans with all the kids that afternoon after school when you heard a familiar voice and instantly all your worries melted away, your eyes slowly scanned up and surprisingly your eyes met and you blushed as he gave you quick wink and continued talking,

“Good morning, everyone, I’ am Nick Amaro your professor for the next 12 months. I’ am here to answer any questions you may have. All I ask is no phones during my class, unless an extreme emergency” Nick looked at you with a smirk and you giggled to yourself dropping you phone back into your bag.

If that is what you had to listen too for 1 hour every day for the next year, you would be glad to do it. Listening to Nick talking about all his lab skills and referring to his SVU days and cases he had worked on with you and how it led him to this path, made you feel warm and fuzzy. You hadn’t seen him since the night he told you he was moving to LA, your life was already a mess from the break up and he held you on floor as you sobbed at the fact that you were losing your best friend. You had kept in contact, he calling and facetiming the kids as often as he could but you never would have thought in a million years that he would be back in New York teaching.

You watched as all the other students filed out and then you stood up walking out of the aisle you  were sitting on and you walked down the stairs. Just as you were almost at the bottom, Nick walked from around his desk and made his way towards the stairs, stopping at the bottom step not stepping up. You stopped on the bottom step, looking down at Nick, not taking them off his as you sat your bag down on the chair next to you. It was like a magnet pulled you together, your arms going around his neck and his around you middle,

“I’ve missed you sweetheart” Nick kissed the cheek he could reach.

You lent back, your arms going from around his neck and your hands went straight to his beaded cheeks, his moving to your hips, the feel of his facial hair smooth on your hands,

“You have no idea how much I have missed you. How long are you back for?”

“At the moment 3 years” he squeezed your hips “But I’ am hoping I won’t need to leave again”

“Have something important to stay for Professor?” You grinned.

“Yes actually” he paused for a moment looking down at your lips and then looking back up at your eyes “I ‘am looking at her”

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[megalony]

Bed Rest

This is a new Nick Amaro imagine, requested by anon, I hope you will all like it. Let me know what you think. I'm loving the Nick requests being sent in so far.

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Summary: When (Y/n) calls Nick at work in a panic, he drops everything to go home and take her to the hospital. Not informing the team where he is going until they realise he's missing.

Enjoy.

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Nick ran a hand through his hair, loosening up the curls and pushing them back on his head into a more tamed fashion. He scratched his nails against his temple as he slowly climbed up the stairs.

He fiddled with his tie and clipped his badge onto his belt while he turned and headed back into the bedroom.

As he made his way over towards the bed, a softness pooled in his eyes and a tepid smile forming on his lips when he reached the bed.

He went down on his knees in front of the bed and leaned his elbow down onto the mattress while his hand moved out towards (Y/n). He was gentle when he delicately brushed his index finger against her temple and pushed a stray hair back behind her ear. His fingertips continued to graze against her temple and for a brief second, he pressed the back of his hand against her skin and his lips faded into a frown. She was flushed.

A small smile quirked his lips up from a frown into a grin when (Y/n)'s hand batted up and grabbed his. She tangled their fingers together and pulled his hand down to her lips instead of her forehead. Her lips pressed a gentle kiss against the back of his knuckles that made adrenaline explode through his chest and send his blood tingling beneath his skin.

He loved the way her lips moulded into a tired yet sickly sweet smile when her half-lidded eyes focused on him and she reeled his hand closer until he had no choice but to press his arm into her chest. She curled around his hand and arm like it was a comfort teddy and her nose brushed against his knuckles.

"Are you okay?" Nick kept his voice quiet as he moved to perch his chin on the end of the bed so they were level while his knees pressed into the bedframe to keep his balance and stop him falling backwards. He brushed his thumb over the back of her hand when she nodded and tried to keep her eyes open but she was tired.

All (Y/n) wanted to do was stay bundled up under the covers and sleep the day away. And Nick wanted nothing more than to climb back into bed and stay with her. He wanted to stay home and look after her and make sure she was actually okay, but he needed to go to work. He was on a long shift today and he didn't know whether he would actually get home tonight or if he would end up doing a double shift.

Nick's lips twitched and he grimaced when (Y/n) suddenly dragged her eyes over his frame and realised what he was wearing.

He was in his suit. He had his tie around his neck and his blazer dragged up over his shoulders. And as realisation hit her, (Y/n) looked down at his arm that she was cuddling close to her chest. He was dressed for work.

"You said you weren't working today." Her voice was thick and laced with sleep, but Nick could see in her eyes that she was upset.

"The squad caught a new case last night, I've been roped in. I'm sorry, Carino. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

(Y/n) nodded and pressed another kiss to the back of his hand and it let Nick know that she wasn't angry or upset. She knew his job was demanding and she also knew that Nick would swap a shift in the next few days so he could still have a day off with her and be home with her.

Nick had only agreed to this shift because (Y/n) had been feeling a lot better yesterday than she did the previous few days. He had told Olivia he couldn't pull double shifts and he had to go home at the end of the shift because (Y/n) wasn't well.

She was suffering badly with morning sickness and Nick needed to be home with her and make sure she was alright.

He had been extremely close to calling in sick yesterday but (Y/n) seemed to be more alive and alert in the afternoon when they spoke on the phone. And she managed to eat tea and sleep through the night without getting up to be sick which was a big improvement. She wasn't at work today and Nick knew a day in bed would do her good.

He reached across for the sick bowl near the end of the bed and held it up to show her before he put it down on the floor by his feet, whispering a quiet "Just in case." He wanted her to have it close by on the chance she did feel sick and couldn't make it to the toilet quick enough.

"Will you be alright if I go to work?"

A lopsided smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when she finally let go of her husband's hand and reached out to brush her thumb against his lower lip and down his freshly shaved chin.

"Yeah, they need you, officer Amaro. Just tell me if you're not coming home, please."

Nick thanked God for how understanding (Y/n) was. She knew his job was tiring and impacted his mental health and how it could strain him. She knew he got roped into double shifts and long stints and he got put on the line a lot. And (Y/n) never judged or quarrelled or argued about it because it was Nick's job and she understood.

As long as he told her if he wasn't coming home and if he still took time off to be with her, and they had their anniversary or birthdays off, she wouldn't complain.

And Nick had been there at her scans with her every time and he took her to her appointments. She couldn't ask for anything more.

(Y/n) didn't want Nick to have to call in and leave the station short-handed when he didn't have to. She was okay, she wouldn't be moving about much today anyway. She felt much better, she was mostly tired. Her headache had gone, her stomach was settled and she was even hungry this morning which was a big improvement. All she needed was a day in bed to recover and she would be back up and moving about again tomorrow.

(Y/n) reached her hands up to cup Nick's jaw when he leaned over the bed and stole a kiss from her lips. She could taste the morning coffee on his tongue and feel his lips quirking into a grin against her when he slid his hand beneath the cover and pressed his palm against her stomach. His fingers glided over her stomach that was just starting to get round now she had passed the twenty-week mark.

His touch made her shiver and his cold hand sent her stomach jumping which only made Nick grin against her lips and bite down on her bottom lip that he sucked between his teeth when he pulled back.

"Ring me later, let me know how you feel." He didn't care that he would be at work or how busy they would be. Nick didn't even care if he was in the middle of an interview when (Y/n) rang him. He just wanted her to ring him so he could hear her voice and know that she felt okay.

"I will. Love you."

"I love you too," He muttered against her lips and pecked her lips again and again like she was a drug he was addicted to. He kept his fingers tickling over her stomach just to feel her squirm and wriggle as his hands were still cold and she was wrapped up in warmth.

She brushed her thumb against his jaw before she reached up and dragged her fingers through his hair. Ruffling his curls and skewing his raven black hair until he finally pulled away from her lips with a groan.

"Bye, Carino."

***

Nick loosened the tie around his neck and threw his blazer over the back of his desk chair. He let himself slump down into the seat with a thud and tilted his head back until he was staring up at the ceiling of the squad room.

He was tired- no, he was exhausted.

He wanted to go home. He had been at the station for almost two days straight now without going home or getting more than an hour of sleep in the back room. And that meant he hadn't been home to see his wife, either.

The only solace Nick has was that he had been able to take a few breaks and call (Y/n) to make sure she was alright. From what he'd gathered, she spent most of the day sleeping yesterday and had livened up in the evening. Which made Nick feel even worse because he had to tell her he couldn't come home yet. He had to pull a double, and then it didn't look like he was going home anytime soon either.

They had found two new victims to interview, process and go over their statements and coroborate the facts. Now they were trying to get their perp into an interview and get a statement without making much of a fuss or causing a scene.

He reached out for his mug on the desk but he sighed when he grabbed it. The mug was cold. Time had passed him by since he made the coffee he hadn't found time to drink.

He pushed up and took his cup across the squad room to the small drinks station at the back and flicked the kettle on. Tipping his mug in the sink. It probably wouldn't be worth making another cup, he only got the chance to drink or eat when he was in the car on the way to find a victim or talk to someone. But he was tired and he needed to refuel.

His hands braced on the counter and he arched his back out, letting his head drop down but his eyes barely closed before he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket.

A grin lit up his face when he saw (Y/n)'s name and picture light up his phone screen. Just what he needed to lighten his mood and wake himself up.

"Hey Carino, everything alright?"

"I- I don't know."

Nick straightened up almost immediately and the smile disappeared from his lips. What did that mean? Why didn't she know if everything was alright? Had something happened, had she gone out and felt ill?

His hand moved to scratch the back of his neck and he turned round to lean his hips back against the counter.

"Why, what do you mean baby? What's wrong?"

"My stomach really hurts, like, really bad cramps… and I… I'm bleeding. I don't, Nick I might be having a miscarriage."

All the blood drained down to his feet and he felt like his stomach had dropped down through the floor to the reception below. He felt like someone had punched him in the gut. His lungs shrivelled up and stopped working and his weight leaned back on the counter to prop himself up so he didn't collapse down onto the floor.

She wasn't well. (Y/n) was ill and Nick could hear the panic building up in her voice.

(Y/n) didn't know what to do. She had never been in this position before, this was their first baby and up to now the only problem (Y/n) had had was suffering with bad morning sickness. But throughout the day as she had run some errands and tried to tidy the house, she started to feel worse.

Then the pains started as if she was having period cramps that made her knees buckle and had her stomach in knots, clenching and unclenching every few minutes. When (Y/n) went to the bathroom, she started to cry when she saw blood in her underwear.

It was such a relief that Nick answered the phone on the first try.

"Nick?" Her voice quivered as she wiped her sleeve beneath her eyes and tried not to sob down the line.

"Where are you, baby?"

"Home, I called the doctor, t-they said I have to go down to the emergency room, now." The receptionist had spoken to the doctor and (Y/n) had cried when they said she had to go straight to the hospital to get checked out because she quite possibly could be losing the baby.

But she couldn't go down without telling Nick first and letting him know what was going on. Even if he couldn't get off work right away, as long as he knew, (Y/n) would be relieved because she knew he would come to her as soon as he could.

"I'm coming to get you. I'm on my way now and then I can take you to the hospital, okay?" Nick pushed off the counter and sprinted over to his desk. He slung his blazer over his arm, pocketed his keys and bolted out the squad room before anyone noticed he had gone.

He would worry about telling the team where he had gone later. His wife needed him now, and he had to go home.

Nick winced when he heard (Y/n) cry down the line. Did she really think he wouldn't drop everything and come home to get her? Did she think Nick cared at all if Olivia told him he couldn't go? It didn't matter how busy they were or what case they were working on, family came first and (Y/n) was Nick's whole world.

He knew Olivia would understand. She knew family came first even if they couldn't always go home straight after a shift or if they had to stay late and go to court and come to work on short notice. In matters like these, work was not a priority.

"Y-you're coming home?"

(Y/n) felt the tears falling faster as she held the phone tighter to her ear as if it would make a difference in his response time. She wanted him to come home. (Y/n) wanted Nick to come home because he promised if ever anything was wrong he would be there. He made sure for all the important dates he was off work and he wanted to be there for every aspect of this pregnancy.

Even if that meant being there if they lost the baby. Nick was going to be there and look after (Y/n) and he was taking (Y/n) to the doctors now so he could try and keep her and the baby safe.

"Wh- of course I'm coming home Carino, you need me." He was already in his car and slammed the door shut.

"I'm scared."

"You don't need to be scared, Carino. Five minutes and I'll be there, you're gonna be fine."

Time seemed to be on Nick's side when he hit every green light going home. He parked the worst he'd ever parked on the edge of their drive and headed inside. He was about to call out but he found that he didn't need to. Nick expected (Y/n) to be upstairs, he wasn't quite sure why, but when he passed through the hall, he found her in the living room.

He didn't like what he saw. (Y/n) stood with one hand gripping the back of the sofa to keep herself upright, and the other hand on her stomach. She looked like she couldn't quite hold herself upright and when he saw the tears traced down her face, he felt even worse.

"Oh, baby. Okay, let's go get you checked out." Reaching over, Nick curved his arm around (Y/n)'s waist and clamped his hand down on her hip.

He reeled her into his side and took some of her weight for her to try and make it easier. He felt her hand scrunch up in his shirt and her other hand stayed curved beneath her stomach.

Tears continued to fall down the bridge of her nose and (Y/n) turned her head to the left to bury into Nick's shirt. She felt like if she kept her arm tight around her stomach, she might just be able to hold the baby in place. She might be able to stop her body from evicting her baby if she held onto them tight enough and prayed enough.

They wanted this baby. (Y/n) didn't think she had done anything wrong, she had done everything she was supposed to do and she had felt fine until today. Why was her body doing this to her?

When Nick eased her into the car, (Y/n) curled up against the door. Her knees pulled up towards her stomach and she sank down in the seat until she could barely look out the window. She just wanted to disappear. And when she felt Nick reach across and place his hand on her stomach, a whimper left her lips and she shuddered.

One arm stayed around her stomach and even though she looked out the window, she moved her other hand to keep hold of Nick's wrist. She didn't want him to let go. Not yet.

Nick didn't like how silent (Y/n) was.

He didn't know what to do or what to say to her when she seemed to shut down on him.

But he was relieved she didn't push away from or brush off his touch. After he told the receptionist the situation and moved to sit down next to (Y/n) in the waiting area, he was relieved when she tucked herself into him. Her face buried down in his chest and her arms wound around his torso.

He began to smooth his hand up and down her back while his other arm looped around her shoulders and he smothered his lips against her temple.

"(Y/n) Amaro."

She kept herself hidden away in Nick's chest and let him guide her down the hall and into the cubicle after the nurse. She let Nick walk her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed in the middle of the room. And he didn't give her chance to move. He let her hands stayed curled around his shirt while his hands moved down to hold the back of her thighs and he carefully lifted her up onto the bed.

He smothered his lips against her temple, whispering a quiet "Come on," to get her to pull out of his arms and sit on the bed properly.

Nick stayed stood at her side, letting her hands curl around his arm and pin it to her chest again so she could press her lips against his bicep over his sleeve. His right arm curled around her back so his hand could smooth up and down her lower back between her hips. And his lips moved against the back of her head while he looked across at the nurse.

"Okay hun, you had some bleeding, has it stopped yet?" She looked between (Y/n) and the file in her hands she got from reception. As soon as (Y/n) told the nurse on the phone what was happening, they added notes to her file to send across to the emergency room.

"I think it's stopped now," Her cheek pressed against Nick's arm while she wriggled in discomfort.

"And the pains?"

"Still happening," (Y/n) murmured, moving one hand to her stomach as if to prove her point. Her lower stomach was cramping and it just felt like a period pain moving around her abdomen. But knowing that she shouldn't be in any pain made her feel even worse and seemed to make the pain feel ten times worse.

"Okay, I'm going to check your vitals, then we can do a scan and see what's going on in there."

(Y/n) stayed still and compliant as the nurse clipped an pulse monitor onto her finger and found a blood pressure cuff in the drawer. The tight band around her arm made her feel lightheaded, but she stayed silent and tried to ignore the tension it caused to run down to her fingertips.

She could feel Nick leaning over to take a look and (Y/n) knew instantly by the way he took a sharp breath that her blood pressure wasn't where it was supposed to be. Nick had taken his own pressure enough to know that (Y/n)'s was currently elevated which wasn't a good indicator.

(Y/n) sank her teeth down into her lower lip and leaned back but she could feel the tears welling up again when the nurse kindly lifted her shirt. It didn't hurt when the nurse pressed her fingertips in various places over her abdomen, but it made her feel worse.

"Let's take a look."

Nick kept (Y/n)'s left hand tightly held in his while his right hand moved to rest on the back of the bed so he could lean over. He watched intently as she placed the gel over (Y/n)'s stomach and began to sonogram.

Panic bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest and she tugged sharply on Nick's hand as she tilted her head to look up at him.

"T-there's a heartbeat." She mumbled in astonishment.

She felt Nick's hand move to cradle the back of her head and his lips quirked into a small, tense smile before he kissed her temple lovingly. He knew this was a good sign, but it wasn't always a perfect indicator. (Y/n) could still be going through the process of a miscarriage or lose the baby even if they had a heartbeat.

But (Y/n) had been prepared not to hear anything. She thought she was going to see a blurred image on the screen and then soon feel the baby be evicted from her stomach.

"That's good, right?" Nick looked across at the nurse as he tried to read her expression. He was good at reading faces and right now she looked more relaxed than he'd expected which was another good sign.

"It is… you've had a placental abruption, the placenta has moved away from the womb lining which isn't good. But baby is still where we want them to be and heartbeat is steady. You're not experiencing a miscarriage."

(Y/n) turned her head and buried her face into Nick's arm as he kept kissing the top of her head. He reeled her closer to his chest and grinned against her hair. It felt like a weight had been lifted off both their shoulders. This morning they hadn't been worried about losing their baby and now after a moment of panic, they could go back to feeling that way again.

"You've lost a little amniotic fluid, but as long as you don't lose anymore, you should be fine. But you'll need to be on bed rest."

"For how long?"

The apprehension was clear in (Y/n)'s voice and she gratefully took the paper towel the nurse handed her so she could clean her stomach and pull her shirt back down. (Y/n) didn't want to be on bed rest. What was she supposed to do? She would become bored within two days.

"Indefinitely, I'm afraid. You need a few days here in observation for a start, then if all is good you can go home. You need bed rest and light duties, no heavy lifting. Your next appointments will determine how long bed rest lasts."

(Y/n) groaned, she knew what that meant. The rest of this pregnancy was going to be spent in bed.

She couldn't spend the next four months sat in bed. She truly couldn't do that. (Y/n) couldn't be laid up in bed, bored out of her head wondering what to do with herself. She would end up going on a cleaning spree around the house or tidying up or trying to do some yoga or something strange. She wouldn't be able to stay in bed.

"But I can't-"

"Hey, if the midwife says bed rest, then you ain't leaving that bed. Got it?" Nick cupped (Y/n)'s chin in his hand and tilted her head back until she was looking up at him with those doe eyes that always made him melt. But not this time.

She found herself nodding even though she didn't fully agree. (Y/n) wouldn't go against Nick, it wouldn't be worth the headache and the fierce side she would envoke if she dared go against a midwife's orders.

"Okay, I'll get you admitted onto the ward."

Nick leaned down to peck (Y/n)'s lips, unable to stop from grinning against her but he pulled back when he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. "It's Liv, I won't be a sec." He whispered against her lips, kissing her again before he turned and headed out into the corridor.

He couldn't exactly ignore her when the team must have realised by now that he wasn't in the station and he hadn't told anyone where he had gone.

"Hey Liv."

"Nick, where'd you rush off to? You didn't tell anyone you we're heading off, is something wrong?"

"Uh," He scratched the back of his head and looked around the corridor as if the right words would suddenly pop out at him. "I had an emergency… (Y/n)'s not well, she's had a complication and she's gotta stay in the hospital for a few days. I had to bring her down here, I know I should have said something but when she called I just-"

"Hey, slow down. It's okay, you need to be with her. Is the baby okay?"

"Yeah, yeah the baby's alright." He found himself smiling even though all the air was disappearing from his lungs. They had had a lucky escape. A few hours later, a bit more bleeding or more cramps and they might not have been this lucky.

"Good, well take as long as you need and tell me when you're ready to come back. And you look after her, got it?"

***

"Where do you think you're going?"

A shiver crawled down (Y/n)'s spine and she froze halfway down the stairs when Nick's voice rumbled through the air. Leaning to the right, (Y/n) carefully peered over the bannister and looked down at her husband.

He was leant up against the bottom of the stairs, one leg crossed in front of the other with his arms folded over his chest. And his head was tilted back to look up at her.

She didn't think he would be home this early. And she didn't hear him come in, but he had already kicked off his shoes, removed his overcoat and blazer and tie. Leaving him in his starched black trousers and creased white button up. Her eyes followed him as he pushed off the bannister and moved round to stand at the bottom of the stairs. Arching his back out and tapping his fingers against the rail while he looked up at his wife's sheepish expression.

"…Into the kitchen?" (Y/n) took two steps down before she stopped again when Nick started to walk up the stairs towards her. There was no way she would be able to squeeze past him.

"Funny, I thought the bed was still in the bedroom?" He pointed to the top of the stairs and climbed up the rest of the steps until he was stood one step down from (Y/n). The higher step made them equal in height but when (Y/n) looped her arms around his neck and tried to steal a kiss, Nick tilted his head back.

"I wanted a drink." (Y/n) tangled her fingers in the back of Nick's hair and tugged until he relented and gave her a kiss.

But she gasped when his hands grabbed the back of her thighs and he hoisted her up as swiftly as anything. He looped her legs around his waist so she was sat low on his hips and he began walking back up the stairs with their lips still attached and her fingers knotting into his hair making him groan against her.

"Baby, the kitchen's the other way." She groaned softly into his lips and pulled his lower lip between her teeth just to feel his chest vibrate with a deep growl.

"And you're going back to bed. Bed rest means you go to bed, and you stay there to rest. Not wander about the house Carino."

Nick pushed the bedroom door open with his foot and walked in, digging his fingers into her bare thighs before he reached the bed. He leaned over and carefully eased her down onto the bed and arched over when she kept her legs curved around his hips, refusing to release him.

"I've been resting all day, I still need to move about, baby."

"Hm, somehow I don't quite believe you."

"Nick…" She groaned out his name until he was shivering between her thighs. "I can't stay in bed forever, and the baby's fine, they like it when I move around, they won't settle when I sit in bed all day."

"The baby is fine because you're resting, Carino and that's what you'll keep doing. So while I'm home, you're not leaving this bed. I don't care if I have to tie you down." It wasn't going to work trying to worm her way around him or tease and suck up until he caved.

Nick wasn't taking any chances. He was finally going back to work, although he made sure he wasn't pulling any double shifts so he could be home to make sure (Y/n) was alright. He wanted her to stay in bed and rest because it was what she had been told to do. The nurse said in uncertain terms that (Y/n) couldn't do any heavy lifting or straining, if the placenta moved even a tiny bit, they might end up in preterm labour and Nick wasn't risking that.

(Y/n) flopped her head back on the bed and pushed her heels into Nick's back until he took the hint. He leaned forward and knelt up on the bed between her thighs, moving his forearms to rest either side of her head so his fingers could tangle in her hair and brush across her cheek.

He leaned most of his weight onto his knees and his left arm so his right hand could slide down between them and move to slide under her shirt and go across her stomach.

"That doesn't sound too bad." (Y/n) mumbled softly against his lips, brushing her thumbs down his neck.

She wouldn't object to his methods of subduing her.

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[cathrrrine]

based on this incorrect quote i posted

how the svu characters would react to your “would you still love me if i was a worm?” text

Sonny Carisi

Amanda Rollins

Nick Amaro

Fin Tutuola

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Elliot Stabler

Part 2!

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[ben-c-group-therapy]

I Hate You

Nick Amaro x Reader Oneshot

WC: 1091

A/N: Self Indulge fic. I like winter but damn it’s cold this year! The snow and chemicals are leaving me a mess and my floors a mess and I’d rather not deal with it at all. Only thing to make it better would be Nick. Enjoy! Please let me know what you think with likes/comments/reblogs whatever.

It was another blustery and frigid cold day in NYC as you stepped out of your building only to be met with a large puddle of melted snow so deep it got into your ankle boot soaking your socks and growl in frustration.

“Son of a bitch.” You continued to grumble.

You had grown tired of the New York winters long ago after Nick had moved off to California leaving you both in a long distance relationship but you without someone to share the house with, share a romantic stroll in Central Park through the snow with, or a cuddle on the sofa with. Now it’s just dull, grey, and incredibly cold…and currently very wet and annoying.

Looking to your watch you didn’t even have time to go back upstairs to change your sock and shoes or you’d be late for work.

Olivia had called and told you to be at the prescient promptly at eight so there was no time to hesitate.

Heading off you walked on, your boot sloshing and freezing before someone drove too close to the curb in the drain and splashed a mix of chemicals and slushy snow all over you taking your breath away at the blast of cold.

“F-fu-fuck.” You stuttered and gasped before turning and flipping your middle finger at the driver.

Finally arriving at the prescient, soaked, frozen and a sloshing boot, you put your case down at your desk with a huff and yanked off your scarf and jacket before spying Olivia coming over.

“You’re two minutes late.” She teased, not that she cared about two minutes.

“I had some trouble, okay?” You replied sharply, not really meaning to but you were throughly annoyed.

“Woah…alright. I can take a hint. I just thought you’d like to know we caught your perp you’ve been chasing. He’s in two.” Olivia tilted her head towards the room.

“Thanks Liv.” You said with an apologetic tone before rushing off towards the interrogation room not even bothering to take care of your boot or anything yet.

Opening the door you quickly walked in.

“Couldn’t hide forever…” you started before you looked up and straight to Nick’s hazelnut eyes. “N-Nick…”

“You’re right, I couldn’t stay hidden forever.” He flashed his famous smirk before opening his arms and you began to tear up coming to him, flinging yourself into his chest and burying your face into his neck taking a deep shuttering breath.

“I h-hate you.” You mumbled as tears dropped to his shoulder and he chuckled.

“What? Hey…hey what did I do? Hermosa why do you hate me and why are you crying huh?” He pulled you back just enough to cup your face gently in your hands, glancing over your face with concern.

“Because here you are…sun kissed skin, glowing even more than usual and you get to go home to Southern California while I get to stay here in crumby freaking New York City with forty more years of winter.” You took a deep breath and gathered yourself.

Nick laughed before leaning in and capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “I missed you…I actually came here to spend the week with you but I have a better idea.” You furrowed your brows wondering just what your boyfriend could be up to.

“You’re soaked mi amor.” He purred as he got a look at you. “Come on, you’re going home and changing then we’re going to cuddle and get you thawed out.” He flashed his knee weakening smile.

Later after arriving back at your place you had curled up with Nick and some cocoa under a cozy blanket.

“So I wanted to ask you something baby.” Nick asked softly breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah? You didn’t come across the country to sit with me under a blanket did you?” You hummed cuddling into his side feeling his lips press a kiss to your head.

“Mm no, not exactly but it’s a nice benefit. I get to warm my baby up.” He hummed wrapping his arm around you bringing you closer if it were possible. “I came to ask if you’d consider moving in with me.” He asked hesitantly, worried he’d be rejected. It wasn’t often something worked out for Nick Amaro and he had hoped after three years together and a year of long distance that this relationship worked out, that you’d live with him, move across the country with him.

You turned sat up a bit, looking to him, eyes searching his for any hint that he could be joking but found none. “Y-you’re….you're serious?”

“I…I mean…well yeah I was hoping so.” He said with a little waver in his voice worried he pressed too fast. “You hate winter. I miss you so much. Like really miss you. I want you to be with me and the kids. They miss you too. There’s nothing like having you in bed beside me every night and waking up with you in the morning. The sun shining on your hair and how cute you look with your mouth open and a little bit of drool.” He chuckled when you shoved him.

“I don’t drool, Amaro!” You shot back.

“You do! I can’t help it. I wipe it off with my thumb and you mumble before snuggling to my chest. It’s the most precious thing.” He laughed but looked over you with the most loving tender smile. “Amor…hermosa, I miss you so fucking much. Please? Will you come to California with me?”

You never thought about leaving NYC for real, but the opportunity never had presented itself, well never a real opportunity. It wasn’t an opportunity for Nick to come back to live here, his family and career had him there now and he loved it but the only piece missing was you. He just needed you.

You hated winter, if you wanted to see snow it wasn’t that far to go and see it to play for a day or two and ski but you wouldn’t have to deal with it daily, endlessly.

“Yes. Yes I’d love to. There’s nothing else I’d love to do more.” You cuddled back to Nick but kissed him deeply as he held your face and kept his forehead close.

“I love you so much. I can’t wait to have you with me daily again. To start our lives together in a whole new chapter.” He smirked against your lips knowing he had an even bigger question in store for you once you had moved in and settled in California with him.

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today's hot take

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