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[thena0315]

Remember when Danny and Alison reunited back in 2017

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#danny pino #alison fernandez #nick amaro #zara amaro #svu

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I randomly just started thinking about how old Zara and Gil are now and just kind of sent myself into a spiral. - like Gil is 1000% college aged now and Zara can’t be too far behind him (I literally can’t remember what their actual age difference is though) 

Also been thinking about how good Nick Amaro’s life has been since he moved to California and got his little blended family

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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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It could have been worse - Nick Amaro

"How?! How could it have been worse Nicholas?!" You glared at your fiancé as he sat on the examination bench. "Could have been shot somewhere my vest didn't protect me." He flinched as you dabbed wound cleaner around the sore area. "Don't say that--I don't even want to think about that! You need to be more careful, if not for me then for Zara and Gil." At the mention of his kids, he looked up at you, hurt in his eyes. The subject of the two tended to be a sore image for him, seeing as he didn't get as much time with them as he'd like to.

"You need to make sure you make it home Nicky." He grabbed your hands, turning them to kiss over your pulse, the only area not covered by your coat or gloves. "I always do my best, for you and for them." It hurt to see him like that, so vulnerable, but you knew he needed to hear it, no matter the pain. "I love you Nick, I just want you to be safe, and come home to me." "I love you too y/n, so much, remember that."

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Leaf Pile

Pairing: Nick Amaro x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,039

Summary: A dreaded fall chore turns into a fun activity when Zara comes over for the week.

Warnings: None

A/N: This is Day 2 of the Season of Fluff 2023 prompt list that @katries created with the help of @mrsmatt

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It was well into fall which means the trees had gorgeous red, yellow, and orange leaves decorating the branches, leaves which ultimately fell from the trees and had to be raked out the yard and leaf blowed out of the driveway.

Raking leaves wasn’t your favorite task nor was it Nick’s favorite, but it had to be done. You were home before Nick which meant two things: he was working late and you would have to rake the leaves. You groaned as you exited your vehicle, heading into the house to drop off your purse and work items.

Out in the garage, you grabbed the rake and let out a big sigh. Let’s get this over with. You made your way out to the yard and began, in your opinion, the worst task of the fall season. You hadn’t been raking too long before you heard a car pulling into your driveway. You spun around hoping it was Nick because you were so getting him to help but to your surprise it was Nick’s ex wife, Maria and Zara. Sweet little Zara, you had only been dating Nick for a few months before he brought up having a daughter and being divorced. None of that bothered you, you loved Zara and overjoyed she warmed up to you quicker than you expected.

You were a little confused on my Maria was bringing Zara over a whole day early but honestly, you were happy about it because spending time with Zara was always fun. You discarded the rake by the tree and made your way to Maria’s car. You greeted them both and listened as Maria explained her leave time was being moved up from tomorrow evening to the next few hours. You didn’t ask questions but helped Zara out of the car. A few minutes later Maria left and it was just you and Zara.

“Let’s get your stuff inside and then we can watch a movie after I finish-” You abruptly stopped talking when you heard something fall into the pile of leaves you had started before Zara arrived. Whipping your head around to the sound, you let out a breath of relief as you saw Zara jump into the leaf pile once more. She looked like she was having fun so you watched as her smile grew each time she jumped into the pile. Before too long the leaves were scattered all over the yard once again, but this time you didn’t mind having to rake them again. “Wanna see who can make the biggest pile? Winner gets to jump into both piles.” You decided to make a game out of it, Zara’s only little once so why not make the most of it.

“Can we?!” Zara looked up at you with her big brown eyes that she clearly had gotten from her dad.

“Of course we can!” You beamed. “Come on, let’s get your rake.” You motioned for her to follow you to the garage. She grabbed her little rake and hurried back out to the yard, eager to make the biggest pile. You laughed watching her excitedly begin raking for a few moments before joining her.

Several minutes later, you decided it was time to measure the pile of leaves. “Okay Zara, let’s see who won.” Zara was quick to look between both piles, sizing them up. She took the inspection seriously, measuring how tall the piles came up her legs. You looked on as she compared them. You had purposefully made your pile smaller but not super noticeable because Zara was smart and would catch on if you made it obvious.

“Mine’s the biggest!” She exclaimed, finally deciding that her pile was, indeed, the biggest. You pretended to pout at her answer. “You can jump with me.” She offered upon seeing your ‘pout’.

“That’s so sweet Zara, but you won and get to jump in both piles.” You reminded her.

She shook her head, not having you being ‘sad’. “I want you to have fun and jump with me.” Her innocence was so heartwarming. It was something that Nick worked so hard to preserve, especially given his line of work and you agreed to help him with maintaining Zara’s innocence and making her childhood as fun and carefree as possible.

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll join you.” You finally agreed, giving her a big smile. You watched as her face lit up in happiness.

Zara directed you to your pile and she stood in front of hers. “On three! One…. Two…. Three!” You both jumped into the piles of leaves, laughing the entire time. Leaves went flying up in the air and came down onto your heads.

In the midst of all the laughter and fun, you and Zara failed to hear Nick’s car pull into the driveway. “What’s going on here?” You and Zara heard an all too familiar voice ask.

“Daddy!” Zara jumped up and ran to her dad. You stayed seated in the leaf pile just watching the sweet scene. You chuckled as Nick gingerly pulled leaves out of Zara’s hair before wrapping her up in a warm embrace. “We made leaf piles and jumped in them!” She informed Nick as she pointed over to where you still sat on the ground. You smiled and waved when his eyes met yours. “Come join us daddy!”

Nick couldn’t resist the chocolate brown eyes that stared up at him or the sweet, innocent face of his pride and joy. “Alright, show me what to do.” Nick let Zara lead him over to you and all the leaves. He helped you up and gave you a loving kiss to your lips while Zara picked up your rake and brought it over to Nick.

“I won the biggest leaf pile.” Zara spoke proudly. “Here daddy. It’s your turn. You have to go against me.” She handed her dad the rake which he accepted. “Winner gets to jump in both piles!”

“You’re on.” Nick nudged Zara lightly with grin.

The remaining afternoon was spent taking turns raking leaf piles and jumping into them as laughter filled the air.

Turns out raking leaves isn’t so bad when you have fun with it.

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Viking Blood

December 28:  Heater/Sunrise and Sleepover (Nick Amaro x F!reader)

(From the winter prompts found here)

CW:  Named nationality; burgeoning love; fluff; no editing whatsoever.

Word Count:  972

AN:  Requested by anon!

It’s like Murphy’s Law:  just when New York City is going through its coldest snap in a decade, the furnace in Nick Amaro’s house decides to die.

Any other time, he’d suffer through it.  He lives alone in the house now that Maria and Zara have moved to D.C., so he only has to worry about himself.  Any other time, he’d wrap himself in layers and tough it out until morning when a repair person can come.

It’s dangerously cold though.  The space heaters he has barely touch the cold, and he moves them into the basement anyway to try and salvage the pipes, to keep them from bursting.

There’s no other alternative, then.  He calls his partner.  You’ve always had his back, and you’ve always extended the offer for anything he needs.

Tonight, on the coldest night of the year in New York City, what he needs is a warm bed.  Or at least a warm apartment.

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He gets the former, not the latter.

“Look, the couch is comfortable but it’s cold as hell in here,” you explain.  You rub the back of your neck, apologetic.  Embarrassed, maybe.  

“So?”

“So it’s better if we bunk up for the night.  That okay with you?”

“We’ve shared a bed before.  Remember when we were stuck in Newark?”

You grin at him.  “Yeah, asshole, and you complained to everyone that I snored.”

“You did snore.”

You huff at him.  Cross your arms.  “Didn’t.”

“Snored like a bear.  Snored like a muscle car.  Snored like—”

“You’re being awfully rude to the only person standing between you and hypothermia, buddy,” you interject, your grin turning sly.  “Unless you want to call Munch.  I bet he’s a champion cuddler.”

Nick holds up his hands in surrender.  “Alright, fine.  You didn’t snore.  You sleep like a dainty little princess.”

“Damn straight, guapo.”  You chuck him on the shoulder, then tilt your head in the direction of your bedroom.  “Get cleaned up.  Make yourself at home.”

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Make yourself at home.

He doesn’t, not really, not at first.  At home, he sprawls in his bed, but in your bed, he tries to be respectful.  Keeps to his side, keeps his arms and legs to himself.

But fuck if it isn’t still cold, even with your apartment building’s functional furnace.  Even with the small space heater you have set in the bedroom to help supplement the heat.  Even in his flannel pajama pants, Henley shirt, thick socks.  There’s a thick layer of frost on your window.  The wind outside shrieks, howls.  It makes the night seem even darker and colder.

He can’t help himself when he shivers.  Every shift in bed presses him against a new cold spot, and it takes all of his strength to not let his teeth chatter together.

You, though?  You seem…okay.  

You also notice his shivering.

“Want me to cuddle with you?” you ask.

He turns his head in the darkness, can just make out the shape of you beside him.  “How are you not cold?”

“Oh, I am.  Just not as cold as you.”

“Still…”

“C’mere.”  He feels you shift beside him, then feels your hand on him.  Turning him towards you, and then the warm embrace of your arms around him.  You rub his back briskly, then tuck the covers more firmly around him.  Hardly a manly moment for him, but Nick finds he doesn’t mind being babied a little bit, at least by you.  Of relinquishing control and letting you gently manhandle him to warm him up.

It does the trick.  Within a moment, his shivering stops, and a moment after that, the final bit of chill leaves his bones.  Between the two of you—you the warmer one—the bed is a cozy little haven on the coldest night in Nick’s recent memory.

“Better?” you ask, and you drop your voice low because he’s right there, but it comes out unintentionally sultry, nearly sexy.  

“Yeah,” he replies, and his near-whisper sounds sultry too.

“Why are we talking to each other like we’re phone sex line operators?” you ask in that same low, sexy voice, and it startles a laugh out of him, which makes you chuckle too.

He doesn’t answer, but he asks (in a more normal tone, he hopes), “why aren’t you colder?”

“Genetics.  My grandma was from Norway.”

Nick smiles in the darkness.  “So you’re built for this sort of weather.”

“It’s the Viking blood.”

He reaches out, wraps a comfortable arm around you and pulls you closer.  “I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Anytime, partner.”

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Nick survives the night.  He wakes up once in the dead of night to use the bathroom, and it’s torture to pull himself from the cocoon of your bed.  He dashes to the bathroom, shivering the whole time, then dashes back to your bedroom, practically diving under the covers.

He doesn’t wake you, but the way you reach for him in your sleep, the displeased grumble you make until you have your arms back around him…it makes something tight go loose and lax in his chest, an unfurling that’s been threatening for a long while now.

When you start to snore a moment later, he only smiles and holds you a little tighter.

When he falls asleep, the last cognizant thought is how lucky he is to have found a warm place to stay for the night, in the arms of his partner and closest friend.

And when he wakes before you in the morning, the rosy sunrise casting your sleep-rumpled features in a soft light, his first thought is how lucky he is to have found a warm place to land after his divorce, because he recognizes the unfurling in his chest finally—the first sign of spring, of warmer weather.  The beginning thaw brought on by love.

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Sonny Carisi: Second Chances, Part Two

WC: 2107

TW: Angst; break-ups; goofy good fun.

AN: This is part of a mini-series. The rest can be found here.

You only saw Nick one last time, when he came into the precinct to empty his desk and his locker.  You made yourself unavailable to talk, calling down to the lab and remaining on hold for long time that would normally infuriate you.  Nick lingered around your desk for a bit, but you only shrugged and mouthed “oh hold.”  You didn’t want to hear his empty words, and he eventually left.  Once he did, you hung up your phone, and when you looked around the bullpen, you noticed Sonny watching you.

“Everything okay?” he asked, and you nodded and shrugged at the same time, as if to say, whatever.

Nick only tried to call you once after that, and you let the call go to voicemail.  He left a message, but you never heard it.  You just deleted it and tried to forget about him.

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You had a minor in psychology, so you were well acquainted with the stages of grief and all the theories about grieving.  You mainly bounced between anger and denial, skipping the bargaining stage altogether.  You didn’t pray and barely believed in god at all, seeing what you saw every day at work.  If there was a higher power, you weren’t going to waste your breath on bargaining for someone like Nick Amaro.  If anything, you’d send a prayer for Maria:  you had zero animosity for the woman, and you hoped she would be able to find happiness, considering how she was tethered to Nick for at least as long as Zara was a minor.

You cleaned your apartment from top to bottom with the dedication of a career criminal erasing evidence.  You wanted every microscopic trace of Nick out of your life.  You gathered up everything he left behind:  a t-shirt, a baseball cap, half a stick of deodorant, and a paperback thriller with its spine cracked and broken.  You tossed everything except the book – you shoved that in a tiny library outside a bodega near your house. 

You spent time at the NYPD gym, you poured yourself into you work, and you made sure that you were completely exhausted by the end of each day so that you could sleep without dreams.  But you still dreamed sometimes.

You grieved and raged in your own way, but you kept it private.  You took a great deal of pride in your ability to stay professional at work – you never cried, you never yelled or lost your temper.  You were a steady, even-keeled presence in a precinct full of passion and strong personalities.

For the most part, none of your coworkers even remarked about Nick leaving.  They knew you’d dated, but aside from a few sympathetic glances in the beginning, they left you alone. 

Except for Sonny.

You caught him, more than once, watching you from across the bullpen.  You begrudgingly admitted that he was handsome, especially once he lost that awful mustache he had in the beginning, and you readily admitted that he was a good detective. 

He watched you, but you couldn’t read the expression on his face when you caught him.  He didn’t have his usual hang-dog look like when a particularly sad case came through.  He didn’t look angry.  You couldn’t quite place it, but if you stared back at him too long, his ears would turn an amusing shade of pink and he’d duck his head.

You were a great detective, but every detective had blind spots.  Years later, you’d laugh and tell people that the evidence – solid stuff, not circumstantial – had been right in front of you, but you had missed it anyway.  But that was years away, and right now, you were nursing a wounded heart and an even more wounded ego. 

So when Sonny stared at you with his big blue eyes, when he placed a cup of coffee on your desk without a comment, when he offered you the first pick of cannoli from the box he brought in, you just shrugged and thought, “Sonny is just being Sonny.”

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The day had started terribly, and you would have just stayed home and rode it out from the safety of your couch.  You had to testify early though, so you had to try and deal with the stuff the universe was throwing at you.

First, when you sorted through your mail from the previous few days, you found a few errant pieces belonging to Nick that had somehow slipped through the post office’s forwarding system.  Junk mail, mostly, but one glossy card from a national jewelry chain caught your eye.  On the front, a picture of a happy, perfect couple.  The man on one knee, the woman caught in happy surprise.  The back of the card listed some new diamond line promising “an engagement ring as brilliant as her!”

You tore it into a million pieces, slicing a particularly nasty papercut along the crease of your thumb that burned every time you flexed your hand.

Second, the NYPD gym was closed – water main issues – so you didn’t get your usual cardio relief before dawn.

Third, traffic was a nightmare.

Fourth, you were in your courtroom suit, which was sharp and stylish, which meant it wasn’t comfortable like your usual work outfits.

You were just irritated, and every little thing was piling up.  You took a deep breath and poured yourself a cup of coffee in the SVU breakroom, willing yourself to calm down.  You couldn’t take the stand so angry – Barba was good, but he couldn’t fix a detective that came across as irate and hostile.

You added an obscene amount of sugar to your coffee, then turned away from the counter to return to your desk.  Instead, you turned smack into Sonny, who had crept up on you like some slender Italian-American ghost without a sound.

You yelped as your coffee exploded against you, searing your hand.  You jumped backwards, cracking your hip against the counter and yelped again at the bolt of pain that radiated down your leg and up your waist.

“Sorry!” Sonny said.  He held his hands out to help but didn’t know what to do so he just kept them out in supplication. 

You shook droplets of cooling coffee from your hand and then looked down your front.  Your suit jacket and pants were mostly unscathed, but your snowy white blouse had a massive stain on it.  You glanced at the clock on the wall; you didn’t have time to go home and change, but it didn’t matter anyway – your dry cleaning hadn’t been picked up in weeks, and you didn’t have any other suitable shirt at home.

You gritted your teeth.  “Great.  Perfect.  Nice.”  You crumpled the mostly empty paper cup in your hand and threw it into the garbage.  “Fuck this.”

“Sorry,” Sonny repeated, and you saw how aghast he looked.  He reached past you and grabbed a handful of napkins, then made as if to daub at your chest, then blushed, then handed them to you instead.  You took them and tossed them into the garbage too.

“I have to fucking testify in less than an hour,” you told him. 

“Sorry,” he said a third time.

You shook your head and sighed.  “Are you a ninja, Carisi?  You purposely creep up on me to scare me?”  You glanced up at him and saw the distress in his face, so you sighed again.  “It’s okay.  It happens.  It’s just been one of those days, and it’s not even eight yet.” 

“Do you have a spare shirt?” he asked, sheepish.  He ran his hand over the back of his neck nervously.

You shook your head.  “My dry cleaner has all my stuff.  I’m a chronic drop-off that never picks up.  Besides, with traffic, I’d never make it home and back in time.”

“Can Barba move you to later in the day?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head again.  “I’m the last witness he had to call.”  You gave a bitter laugh.  “Save the best for laugh, I guess.  Nothing says ‘professional’ like a giant coffee stain.”

His face lit up.  “Maybe not.  Come on,” he said, and he motioned for you to follow him to the locker room.  He spun the dial on his locker and opened it with a clang.  He pulled out a crisp white men’s Oxford shirt and handed it to you.

You smiled despite your disastrous day so far.  “I don’t think we’re the same size, Carisi.”

“Try it on,” he urged you.  “It might be a little tight across the…”  He trailed off and his ears turned crimson, and you caught his meaning.  “But under the jacket, it might be okay.  Better than a coffee stain, at least.”

You nodded and waited for him to leave, but he just turned his back instead, so you turned your back to him too.  You eased out of your jacket and then removed your wet blouse, tossing it on the bench in front of the lockers.  Then you put on Sonny’s shirt.  It was long, and the sleeves came halfway down your hands.  And Sonny had been right – it did strain a bit along your breasts, and you blushed a bit at this for some reason.

“Alright,” you said, and Sonny turned around and appraised you.  You watched his eyes drift over you, faltering for a moment over your chest, then he nodded.

“I look ridiculous,” you said, but he reached out and plucked your jacket from the bench.

“Nah,” he said.  He held out your jacket and helped slip it over your arms.  “You’d look great in anything.”  You knitted your brows at the comment, but you had your back to him so he didn’t see it.  You turned back around to face him.

“Tuck in the shirt,” he ordered, and you did, stuffing it under your waistband and smoothing it out.  It already looked better.

“Here,” he continued, and he took first one of your hands and then the next.  He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, fussing with them until they were mainly tucked under the cuffs of your jacket and only a thin margin of white stuck out.  You watched his face as he helped, his brow creased in concentration.  “Much better,” he finally said.  He took a step back and looked you over again.

“Courtroom ready?” you asked, and Sonny smiled.

“Well, no one can compare to Barba strutting around in his three-piece suits, but you’re a close second.”

“Thanks, Sonny,” you said.  “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“It’s okay.  I know you’ve been having a rough time.”  He caught the startled look on your face at this, and he tried to clarify.  “With Nick and everything.  I mean, you know.”  He finished lamely and rubbed the back of his neck again.

“Is it that obvious?”

He shrugged.  “Nah, but it still can’t be easy.”  He cleared his throat and you noticed a flush creeping up his neck from under his collar, but he didn’t say anything else. 

You glanced down at your watch and noted the time.  “I have to head over to the courthouse,” you said.  You smiled at him and thanked him again.  “I promise I’ll get your shirt back to you as quick as I can.”

He waved you off, and you started to leave the locker room, but he called out after you.  “Nick was an idiot,” he blurted.  When you turned and looked over your shoulder at him, his face was bright pink, and he couldn’t quite look you in the eye.  “I mean…I…a lot of guys would have never left you behind,” he stammered.

You looked at him a long moment before you smiled at him.  You thought about the past few months, and before them, the time with Nick.  You decided to take a chance.  “Well, if you know one of those guys, shoot me his number,” you said.  He looked up at you, surprised, before he smiled back at you.

“I might know someone,” he replied.  His blue eyes were bright, and you felt your terrible day – and terrible past few months – begin to loosen their grip on you.  You nodded at him, then turned and left.  You grabbed your purse and headed to the elevator bank, and you didn’t even make it out of the building before your phone dinged.  You fished it out of your pocket and read the message, from Sonny.

It was a phone number that, if you checked it against Sonny’s saved contact information, you knew would match.  Underneath it, a message:

He’s free this Saturday evening, and I bet he’s already crazy about you.

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #tropes and tales

[noellawrites]

Not a request but rather a curious question; how would our SVU guys react to having a young daughter, most likely from a one night stand or past relationship, they didn’t knew about until a case involves them? (As a victim, witness, etc) would they want full custody? I’m just a random anon who’s just curious. :)

very interesting question! i think them wanting custody would generally depend on how competent they view the mother to be/how safe they think she can keep the daughter. it also might depend on the age of the daughter.

Nick Amaro would definitely want to be in the daughter's life, but worried about getting custody because he already has Zara and Gil that he juggles custody of. He would love to have her on weekends and he wants his kids to get along with each other of course. He would also probably not be surprised to have someone from a past relationship to come forward with another child, since it happened with Gil. He would also get a paternity test though, just to be sure.

Rafael Barba would be very surprised. He would be happy, because he always secretly wanted a child but thought he was too old. He would also be very worried not only because his daughter somehow wound up involved in a case, but also because he's worried about being a bad father (like his own). He would communicate with the mother on what would be best for her and the daughter, whether that means him having custody on weekends or only seeing her occasionally.

Sonny Carisi would be SO fucking excited. He would also feel regret for the years of his daughter's life that he missed. He would talk with the mother but would want a split custody agreement, maybe one week on and one week off. He would bring her over to Amanda's house a lot, hoping his daughter might bond with Jesse and Billie. He would definitely internalize his guilt, and his family would be upset that he didn't know about/wasn't involved with his daughter from the beginning.

Mike Dodds would also be really happy, but sad that he didn't have the opportunity from the beginning. His father would (of course) get involved, offering the mother money to transfer Mike's daughter to a private school and to move them into a better neighborhood. Mike would love custody, but would want his daughter to decide. Either way, he just wants what's best for her.

#law and order svu #nick amaro #rafael barba #sonny carisi #mike dodds #law and order svu x reader #nick amaro x reader #rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi x reader #mike dodds x reader

[venus-haze]

Thank you so much for tagging me @slaasherslut ily🖤

Tag game: Top 9 first-time watches of 2023

May December (2023), Riso Amaro/Bitter Rice (1949), Killers of the Flower Moon (2023), Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986), Diabolique (1955), The Devil’s Rejects (2005), Cecil B. Demented (2000), Female Trouble (1974), Serial Mom (1994)

No pressure tags: @zaras-really-dreamless @zepskies @memphis-menace @blurredcolour @ronsparky @frstcorinthians @rottent33th @rock-n-macabre @sehtoast @flaggermuser @thestandupproject @land-sh @cherubgore @1waveshortofashipwreck (please make a new post, don’t reblog!)

#battie signals

[libraryofloveletters]

Nick Amaro “Wanna come over and fuck?” from prompt list one 😊

Prompt: “Wanna come over and fuck?” 

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The phone buzzed on your nightstand, over and over again. You were off for the next two days, who the hell could be bugging you? You roll over, grabbing the phone to see Nick’s name on the screen. He wouldn't call you this late unless it was an emergency. 

“Hello ? Nick, is everything okay?” 

“Hiiiiiii y/n,” you can hear the giggle in his voice. “Nick, what’s going on?” you ask, sitting up on your bed. 

“Wanna come over and fuck?” he blurts, a stifled chuckle following the words. You bite back the urge to laugh, “excuse me?” 

“You’re so pretty and warm, and you smell so good all the time. It’s distracting.” Nick rambles off to you and you can hear the bottle clinking on his side of the line. 

“Where are you?” you ask him, already out of bed and getting ready. “Home,” he hums, his words paused by a gulp. 

“How much have you had to drink? Where’s Zara?” 

“Zara’s with her mom this weekend,” he hiccups, “I only had like..” you can hear him counting to himself. “6?” he guesses after giving up on the counting. 

“I’ll come over honey, but you gotta promise me no more before I get there.” you tell him and he grumbles something before answering you. “Okay yeah, fine.” 

The drive to Nick’s was 10 minutes, if not less. The roads were empty when you pulled into his driveway. “Nick?!” you shout outside his front door, knocking. He opens the door, a grin on his face when he sees you, pulling you in for a hug. 

“Hi y/n,” he smiles, walking in with his arm around you. “Hi Nicky, whatcha up too ?” you ask him, walking him straight to his bedroom. 

“Are we gonna..” he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes, “no, I’m gonna make sure you get to bed okay and not puke on yourself.” you hum

The man pouts, “that's boring.” 

“I’m boring like that.” You shift him to lay on his side, unbuttoning his shirt for him. “Stay with me?” he grabs your hand, pulling you back to bed. 

“Fine,” you climb over him, sitting next to him on the bed and Nick rolls over and drops his head on your lap, cuddling into your side. 

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #anj's 3k :)

[nygmcbblepot]

Girlfriends Day <3 

Nick Amaro X FEM! Reader

A/N: Happy Girlfriends day, everyone! Enjoy this oneshot that was written by a single person!

You were getting ready for your date with your boyfriend, Nick. Since it was August 1st, national girlfriend day, He wanted to take you out and do something special for you. You were getting your shoes on when you heard a knock at your apartment door. You grabbed the door and saw Nick standing there with a bouquet of flowers.

“Hey! These are for you,” he said with a smile. 

He handed you the bouquet. “These are beautiful! Thank you.” You invited him in as you put the flowers into a vase.

“Are you ready to go eat?” 

You walked over to him and kissed his cheek. 

“I’m ready!” 

He took your hand and walked you out to his car. 

“Happy national girlfriend day,” He said opening the car door for you, being a gentleman. 

On the drive to the restaurant, it was pretty silent. You guys had been dating for a  over a year now and had met his daughter, Zara.  When you arrived at the restaurant, there wasn’t any open parking spots. So Nick parked a few blocks away and kept profusely apologizing for making you walk but you kept insisting that it was okay and it wasn’t that far of a walk. When you were about to enter the place,  you could already tell that the wait was going to be over an hour. There were many groups people waiting outside of the restaurant but you went in anyway hoping that the wait wouldn’t be as long. 

“How many,” The hostess asked.

“Two, please.”

“Okay but there is going to be around a 2 and a half hour wait.” The hostess looked up at the both of you before taking your names.

Nick looked at you,”We can just go somewhere else,” you said giving him a smile. 

…

After going to three more fancier restaurants and not getting less than an hour wait, he just drove around the city trying to find other places to eat.

“I’m sorry it’s my fault. I should’ve made reservations,” he said sounding sorry. He looked at you with puppy eyes.

“No it’s not your fault! I wouldn’t even care if we were to get fast food! I don’t care as long as i’m with you,” You insisted. Nick was driving past McDonalds when you told him to pull into the McDonalds parking lot. “Let’s just eat here. We could grab Zara something too.” You smiled at him and kissed his cheek. 

“I love you.” 

You both got out of the car and went into the McDonalds ordering your food. It was kind of funny seeing two people dressed up nice eating and basically having a date at McDonalds. When you both got your food, you sat at a table. You let out a small, quiet laugh.

Nick looked up at you from eating his burger. “What?” Your laugh made him smile.

“It’s just funny that this is where we ended up. It was probably for the best though. You also hav ketchup on you nose.” You leaned forward and wiped it off with a napkin.

“Thank you,” He said smiling at you and blushing.

…

When you got back to Nicks, you saw Zara with her babysitter. When she spotted you, she ran over to you and hugged your leg. Nick paid the baby-sitter and she left; Leaving you, Nick, and Zara alone. You gave Zara her McDonalds and she decided that she wanted to have a princess tea party while she ate her McDonalds kids meal. You,Nick, and Zara sat at a kids table in her room. Zara had gave you and Nick tiaras and feather boas which were super itchy but anything for Zara. It started getting passed Zaras bedtime so Nick had you put her to bed as he started getting ready for bed. When you went into Nicks bedroom, you saw candles lit and a few rose peddles on the bed. Nick came up from behind you and tapped your shoulder before getting down on one knee.

“Will you marry me?”

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #law and order: svu #svu #svu fanfiction #fanfiction #fluff #oneshot #danny pino

[thena0315]

Since Noah googled his mom, it wouldn't surprise me if Zara has done the same thing. She was pretty young so I doubt she remembers full details of 15x11 & left before the end of 15x23. Gil was old enough to know what happened.

As for Jesse, Billie and Nicky when they get older.....their relatives have big mouths. (Which is why Carisi is thinking about thinking away his kids' computers/smart technology)

#svu #svu25 #svu spoilers #noah porter benson #jesse rollins #billie rollins #nicky carisi #gilberto mancheno #gil mancheno #zara amaro #olivia benson #nick amaro #amanda rollins #sonny carisi

[wildflowerswildhorses]

By way of rewatch and Nick saying "My Five year old attacks me at dawn" in Strange Beauty which takes place in late April/Early May in 2012 but in "Acceptable Loss" it's like mid August and he tells Cragen that Zara is now 6.

So I'm assuming she has to have a mid summer birthday and was probably born in 2006.

So that girl would be turning eighteen this year and god damn do I feel old.

#svu rewatch #svu #zara amaro

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

SVU Rewatch thoughts 15-16

This is random but I wanted to share. I've realized how much I've changed over the years while watching this show. I was around 18 when season 16 came out and I perceive it so much differently now that I'm older and have been through more hardship and heartbreak.

When I originally watched it I was a huge fan of Nick and Amanda being together and didn't understand why their relationship wasn't truly noted and skimmed over. Rewatching it I know why. It was an absolute clusterfuck and a total mistake. It has to be one of, if not the most, toxic SVU relationship ever. They were so bad for each other. He was hurting and wanted to save her and she did not want to be a victim or saved at all. She liked to push his buttons for his reaction and he gave it. It was so BAD. Thank you, unhealthy childhood for making me not see toxic.

I also loved Amanda, and I still do like her in later seasons but she was AWFUL in season 15 to the point where I could barely stand watching her episodes and didn't really feel bad for her like I felt I should. She has no repercussions for any of her bad choices. Nick has to be a traffic cop because he beat up a pedophile but she can be a full-out dirty cop to try to get away with her gambling problem and it's okay because Murphy is there to save her? And she is sleeping with him.

Okay, just two more thoughts that I had if anyone cares.

16x1: I forgot how mean Carisi played in his first episode. Empty promises about citizenship to those trafficked girls to get them to flip- broke my heart. (Granted I've never watched seasons 17-21 so I didn't get to really see his character development but I plan to) That scene with the girl where he is yelling at her telling her to call and get somebody who will take it rough- that's what he was there for? Shit surprised me, I don't remember it at all. I love Carisi so much and would never want to change his character but he would have been so fun to watch as a suspect again or a dirty cop.

16x3: The scene with Nick and Noah confirms in my Amaro-loving heart that had the writers been nice to him and given him a healthy relationship Nick would have had a house full of adorable Latino babies. I think had he had a supportive romantic partner he wouldn't have gotten himself into as much trouble either. He had no emotional support or affection. I mean look at who he was paired with:

Maria- won't tell him their relationship is over, hides things from him and makes him jealous, totally overreacts when he does get jealous, causes huge scenes at his workplace, puts his partner/ boss in the middle of their drama, takes away his daughter that HE was raising BY HIMSELF while she was at war, makes it a hard and painful process for him to see his daughter with no leeway, tries to get him to move across the country on false pretenses of their relationship continuing, then when he says he won't let her take Zara threatens to ruin his career.

Cynthia- Please don't make me go there. I absolutely hated this whole arc.

Amanda- I already told you how I felt about this one.

The man was fucked from day one.

#law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #svu #nick amaro svu #nick amaro #sonny carisi #amanda rollins #season 15 #season 16 #rant #recap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

warnings: cuteness aggression.

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

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

↳ Dominick “Sonny” Carisi.

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

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

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

Revenge. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

↳ Rafael Barba.

coming soon!!

↳ Hasim Khaldun.

coming soon!!

↳ John Munch.

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

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

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

↳ Odafin “Fin” Tutuola.

coming soon!!

↳ Mike Dodds.

coming soon!!

↳ Peter Stone.

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

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

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

↳ Brian Cassidy.

coming soon!!

↳ Elliot Stabler.

coming soon!!

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Quitting Time

Pairing: Nick Amaro x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 590

Summary: After a long day at work, you convince Nick to go home but only if he can walk you to the bar.

Warnings: None

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It had been a long two weeks, cases piling high and working more overtime than you could ever imagine. Thankfully, the cases had been closed and court was done.

Wrapping up your final piece of paperwork, you tossed your pen down and scooped up your purse from under your desk. You stood and gabbed your coat from the back of your chair, pushing your chair in when done. Your eyes scanned the squad room, finally landing on your partner and friend — Nick Amaro. He was still hunched over his case reports, scribbling down his notes and filling in the detailed information from what he witnessed.

“You should go home, it’s late.” You stopped next to his desk and patted his shoulder. “You can finish this in the morning.” You reached for his pen but Nick dropped it on the papers. He sighed and turned around to look at you. He knew arguing with you wasn’t going to work because frankly, he was beyond exhausted. Everyone was. Hence why they were all at their homes, most likely in bed.

“I just have one more section to finish then I’ll go home.” He says but you don’t believe him. Nick’s always been so into his work, his emotions always leading him in every case, especially those with children involved. With a young daughter, Nick often times struggled to refrain from thinking of Zara during cases with young girls and you completely understood. You always had to reel him back in, to get him to focus on the situation at hand and remind him Zara was safe.

“No. I know you. You’ll stay here all night and that’s not helping anyone so go home, maybe you’ll make in time to tuck Zara in.” You did your best to entice him into leaving the precinct. “Besides, I’m heading over to the bar for a much needed drink then off to bed.” You informed him of your plans for the rest of the night.

Concern flooded Nick’s face. “Alone?” He questioned. If Nick was anything, it was protective of those he cared about and you were no exception. You just nodded in response. There were several other officers that frequented that same bar so you weren’t too concerned about anything happening plus you were capable of protecting yourself. “I’ll walk you to the bar.” Nick stated, leaving no room for arguments.

You just shook your head. “Why? Think I’ll get lost?” You teased, gently elbowing him as he stood from his desk chair and grabbed his jacket.

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.” Nick looked you in the eyes and you could see the worry in them. You’ve had a few guys catcall you and shout obscenities at you a couple times before when you would walk alone. Nick always worried they’d do more than that one day, maybe approaching you or grabbing at you as you passed by. Yes, it made you uncomfortable but you didn’t sense an imminent danger from the men.

“Alright, but only if you go home afterwards.” You stressed as the pair of you exited the door and started down the hall to the elevator.

Nick caught the look of determination in your eyes. It had been a long night on top of a long two weeks so he wasn’t in the mood for arguing with you. “Yes, ma’am.” Nick nodded, grinning as he watched you roll your eyes at him. He knew you loved teasing him and he loved dishing it back.

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