#svu x reader

[etclouie]

kinktober day fourteen — breeding kink + creampies

ཐི♡ཋྀ — summary; Elliot wants you to give him another baby (Elliot Stabler x fem!reader)

ཐི♡ཋྀ — warnings; established relationship, cathy and elliot are divorced, smut, minors do not interact!!!, unprotected p in v, creampies obvs, breeding kink, some dirty talk, they both want a baby, mentions of reader having 3 previous orgasms, some doubt about it taking towards the end, but that’s it?

ཐི♡ཋྀ — word count; 977 words

ཐི♡ཋྀ — a/n; i’ve mentioned in passing, but elliot has been my longest standing fictional crush. younger me knew what was up lol

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Elliot had already wrangled three orgasms out of you tonight, two with his tongue and the third with his cock, but he had one thing on his mind.

knocking you up with his baby.

both of you had mentioned it before, had spoken about wanting to expand the family, and now Elliot was making good work on his word.

his hips rocked into yours again, pulling moan after moan from your lips.

he started a pace that had your arms wrapping tight around his neck to cling to him, the headboard banging against the wall with every brutal thrust he had to offer.

“you want a baby?”

Elliot asked against the shell of your ear, easily pulling a breathy moan from your lips as his thrusts continued.

“fuck i’ll give you one”

you nodded along to his words, your left hand on the back of his head while your right hand scratched across his back, leaving red marks across his skin.

the bed creaked beneath you, one of Elliot’s hands pulling one of your legs high around his hip to deepen his thrusts.

“that what you want? you want a baby?”

both of you already knew the answer, but Elliot wanted to hear it from you.

“i want to have your baby, El”

a low groan fell from his lips at your words, his hips rocking into you again with more force while your walls rippled around him.

pleasure already had painted itself across your face, warmth spreading through your body and continuing to spread with every knock of Elliot’s hips into yours.

the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, along with your joint moans, easily creating a lewd sound throughout the room.

another groan of protest came from the bed as Elliot angled his hips, his knees pressing into the firm material of the mattress as he deepened his thrusts, hitting that one spot that had your moans growing louder and needier.

“fuck El!”

you moaned out, nails scratching across his back again as you hurtled towards another climax.

and both of you knew it.

Elliot grunted, thrusting into you again and again as your walls fluttered around him, pulling him in deeper as another throaty groan toppled from his lips.

“gonna pump you full sweetheart”

the head of his cock hit that one spot again as he murmured against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip while every thrust hit that spot with more precision than the last.

“not gonna stop until i get you pregnant, you want that?”

his name fell from your lips as he continued on, a whine following after as your body teetered on the edge.

pleasure buzzed through your body with every thrust Elliot gave, moaning into his kiss while he smirked at the string of moans that left you.

“i’ll make sure it takes”

he murmured, grunting again as your nails made another pass across his back.

“want to see you nice and round with my kid, have another on your hip”

Elliot’s lips brushed against your ear as he whispered his words to you, keeping his pace steady and unrelenting while you moaned out.

your lips brushed against his as another moan left you, the head of his cock hitting that one spot over and over again while you teetered right on the edge.

each moan that fell from your lips was louder and more desperate than the last, tumbling from your lips with every deep thrust Elliot gave.

“that’s it, there go sweetheart”

another creak came from the bed as Elliot gave another sharp thrust, the headboard banging against the wall as he sent you over the edge with a muffled cry of his name.

his lips pressed to yours in another kiss, swallowing down your moans while your walls spasmed around him, soaking his cock wiht your release and causing his pace to falter from the tight grip you had on him.

“fuck.. that’s it, that’s my girl”

Elliot murmured against your lips, giving another deep thrust before he lost his rhythm. he groaned as your walls fluttered around him again, wrapped just right around him and pulling him over the edge into his own climax.

a ragged groan fell from Elliot’s lips as he buried himself to the hilt, rutting shallowing into your warmth as he spilled himself into you.

“take it, want to see you nice and round with my kid”

his voice was wrecked, his own words and their depth affecting him just as much as they had with you.

he rested his forehead against your shoulder, taking a deep breath as the high of your joint orgasm rushed through your bodies.

“what if it didn’t work El?”

you asked softly, unhooking your arms from around his neck and soothing your hands across his arms.

both of you had spoke about it, about it not working, but that doubt and worry still ebbed away at you.

“keep trying until it does”

Elliot told, sitting back on his knees after pulling out of your warmth, smirking to himself as his release trickled out of your warmth.

he used two fingers to push his cum back up and into you, using his fingers to keep it inside as he lay on the bed next to you.

“it’ll take sweetheart, i promise”

you nodded, even as the doubt continued to bubble inside.

“but if it doesn’t? means we get to keep trying until it does”

the innuendo was thick in his tone, making you roll your eyes and slap at his shoulder, earning a chuckle from him in response.

Elliot leaned in, kissing you again, much softer than all his previous kisses.

“besides, thought you liked having sex with me?”

you rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t hide your smile.

“you know i do, giving you five then we try again”

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[zeyz444]

when you're so in your head with the gay-genda of a fictional woman all the while reading x reader fanfiction that when you genuinely watch the show you're like... who's this man..? and why is he like... talking to her...??

[organgrl666]

Indulging

Pairing: Dominick "Sonny" Carisi x camgirl! reader

Summary: During a case Sonny tells himself not to indulge in his fantasies with one of the witnesses from the case however plans change once the verdict is out

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: SMUT!!!, mentions of sexually based offenses, angst if you squint, fem!reader, marijuana usage by reader, acquaintances to lovers, porn with plot, voyuerism, cam show, blow job, unprotected p in v from behind (USE PROTECTION IRL), aftercare because ITS IMPORTANT AFTER ANY KIND OF SEX, and I think that’s it!

A/N: I’ve been reading so many Carisi x Reader fics I had to make one for myself because I’m so in love with him and ofc self indulgent as always also heavily inspired by ccarisi now on AO3 where you can read the fic this was heavily inspired by

Sonny knew he shouldn’t, it was a closed investigation. The verdict was just given earlier today.

He still wanted to check on you, the woman who invaded his mind. The woman he’d been watching for weeks while this case has gone on.

Sonny was ashamed of himself watching you and stroking himself to you was wrong.

You were a character witness in this investigation. A cam show gone wrong you just happened to know the victim. However you didn’t know her too well, Sonny remembered interviewing you with Amanda. You were as helpful as you could be with not knowing the victim all too well. Might’ve been in the same industry but never knew each other too well other than collabing a few times for your audiences.

It was your personality that stuck out to him. It was enchanting and you hadn’t tried at all, you were just a sweet little thing. Naturally a nice honey trap perfect for him. It was also your willingness to help with the case as much as you could, that included testifying. Even if it meant coming out publicly as a sex worker. Sonny admired your confidence and your strength he almost felt a sense of pride.

Naturally Sonny had gotten curious one night as one does. He looked you up or rather your persona, chalking it up to be just research. Wanting to know more about the life of a cam girl.

That’s how it initially started as his own personal research.

That’s until he started spending money on you. Started to align his schedule to fit around your streams. He wanted to be there every time to see you.

“Thank you so much saintdom for this new set!” You’d say with an excited grin showing off the lingerie set he purchased for you. A cute white lace lingerie set that came with a mini skirt. Looking like a true angel as you posed for the camera. That cute little grin nearly made him cum from that alone.

You were truly an angel especially when you’d send him your version of a thank you.

It’d be a video of you touching yourself for him moaning his screen name and dirty talking.

He enjoyed it when you’d get all whiney and breathless. It was delicious anytime you were cock drunk. Babbling incoherent words and that dazed look in your eyes. Thats when you were the most perfect.

All those filthy words that came out of you.

“You’re making this pussy creamy.”

“This pussy is yours.”

“All of this is for you.”

It was like you awoke something hidden in him whenever you said such things. Things that should be a sin but to him they sounded holy on your tongue.

Sonny knew damn well he shouldn’t but he found himself in front of your door. He told himself it was just to check on you after a tough case. Knocking on your door the nervousness started to set in. His mind racing with the endless possibilities of your reaction of seeing him for the first time in weeks since the trial. Would you even want to see him?

The door opened and his breath was taken away by you. You had a little smile seeing him that sent his heart soaring. “Detective Carisi, I didn’t think I’d see you again.” You chuckled tilting your head a little.

You were a little surprised to see him. Not that it was a bad thing, he was a cool guy. He didn’t automatically judge you for what you do for a living. In fact you remembered him being curious about the work you did and what it entailed. He let you know if anyone ever gave you trouble to give him a call.

“What brings you by?” You asked narrowing your eyes a little with a little smirk. What harm would it do to flirt a little? Besides he was handsome. “Well I wanted to check on you after everything y’know.” Sonny replied with a small wave of his hand. Especially since he remembered that Buchanan grilled you on the stand about your work. Wanting to portray you as a liar and a whore. Thankfully Barba changed that narrative quickly and you stuck your ground. “That’s awful sweet of you, if you got time I’d love to get you something to drink before you gotta go.” You offered stepping to the side to let him inside. He was surprised by the offer, he must’ve made a good impression on you if you’re letting him in.

When he stepped inside he was reminded how much your personality shined through in your apartment. It was beautifully decorated he felt more at ease coming in. He wouldn’t be surprised if you had plenty of friends stay over and felt comfortable here.

“What would you like to drink Detective Carisi?” You asked closing the door behind him making your way to your kitchen. You opened your fridge looking at your drink selection. “I have cranberry and pineapple juice. I also got some agua fresca of cucumber and lime. Obviously water as well.” You listed off what you had moving a little bit to the side so he could look inside. Sonny remembered from one of the many streams you said cranberry juice helped prevent UTIs. You were very informative and he just adored that about you. “I’ll have cranberry juice if you don’t mind.” Sonny replied with a smile taking off his blazer and setting it aside. He wanted to be a little more comfortable and you didn’t even seem to mind. You nodded bending down a little giving Sonny a nice view of your ass. Those shorts were not helping the growing ache in his pants. Which he tried to hide it behind the kitchen island.

Pulling out the giant bottle you placed it on the counter before grabbing two glasses. Though instead of grabbing two regular glasses, you had grabbed wine glasses. “I like to pretend I’m fancy and drink it out of a wine glass. Brings me a little joy to pretend.” You laughed a little pouring the cranberry juice into the two glasses. “Hey we gotta do what we can to smile right?” Sonny responded chuckling a little gently taking the wine glass from your hand. “That’s right, especially since I was told the bastard was found guilty so I get to sleep a little easier now.” You nodded with a grin before taking a sip of your cranberry juice.

There was a comfortable silence for a moment, it was nice. No words needed and just keeping each other company. It felt like enough.

“I am curious though and you definitely don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” Sonny prefaced the question he was about to ask, you nodded keeping a smile on your face. “I heard cranberry juice affects the taste of y’know…” Sonny began but trailed off using his hand to subtly gesture to your body. You kept that smile tilting your head knowing exactly what he was asking. “Do you wanna find out?” You asked that smile of yours turning into a smirk. Were you flirting with an officer of the law? Yes. Do you regret it? Absolutely not.

Sonny however didn’t dignify that with an answer. He stepped around the counter pulling you in by your hips and hungrily kissed you. Your hands immediately went to the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair. His lips and yours meshed together perfectly matching each other’s hunger for each other. You were a little surprised he was decent at kissing since most men you’d been with were horrendous. He gently pressed you into the counter.

Pulling back from the kiss he pressed his forehead against yours. “You don’t know how long you’ve been tormenting me…” Sonny exhaled almost nuzzling his nose against yours. All those streams he sat through, the amount of times he had cum to you. “Seeing you in all those sets I bought for you. Seeing what I couldn’t have…” Sonny continued brushing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened coming to the realization. All those sets he bought for you, the person you looked forward to seeing on your streams. All those videos you sent him for being such a sweetheart and buying a lot of things for you.

You pulled him in again for another heated kiss. Though this time you took him by the hands and began to lead him towards your bedroom without breaking the kiss. Once inside you eagerly pushed him onto your bed. Climbing on top of his lap capturing his lips once again with yours. Your hands on the sides of his neck while his went to your waist. Sonny’s fingers slowly inching underneath your shirt. You pulled back to slip it off revealing the lack of bra underneath.

Sonny stared at you for a second just to admire you. He’d seen you online sure but here in his face he was the luckiest man alive. May the saints forgive him for what he was doing and where his mind went seeing her. “Holy…” He whispered slowly leaning in before he took the soft bundle into his mouth. You exhaled tilting your head back while he suckled on your breast. Your hand going to back of his head your nails gently scratching his scalp. “Sonny…” You cooed while he sucked when stopped he looked at the mark he left on you. His fingers lightly tracing it then looking up at you.

He couldn’t be bothered to take off the rest of his clothes. He had to have you now. “I need you now.” He gruffly stated as his hands went to his belt. You smiled nodding as you slipped off his lap tugging off your pajama shorts and lacy underwear. Though tugging them off Sonny noticed the wet patch. You were just as needy for him as he was for you. Oh he was a goner. He unbuckled his belt faster than he ever had before. Standing up from the bed he pulled down his own pants but only barely. It was enough to pull out his aching hard cock from him pants.

An idea had formed in your head. You leaned over your bed grabbing your laptop. Sonny watched as you did raising an eyebrow. Logging into your account for your cam shows pointing the camera down showing off Sonny’s cock. Sonny stared realizing you wanted your audience to see this. To see you two fuck. It only made it hotter and you were protecting his anonymity as well. He didn’t say a word just smiled while watching you.

The show began when you got on your knees looking up at Sonny. Silently asking for permission to give him a blowjob. When he nodded your soft hand wrapped around his cock. Opening your mouth you took the head of his cock inside your mouth. Your tongue swirling around the tip while your hand pumped his cock. He never had a woman do this to him before. “Holy shit.” He breathed his hand resting on the back of your head. He didn’t push, nothing. He was letting you work your magic and it felt like a blessing.

“Good girl.” He praised watching you like you were committing a holy act. In a way you had him seeing God right now. The way your eyes were looking up at him instead of remaining closed. He was definitely in heaven right now. That’s when you started to taking his cock slowly into your mouth. Inch by inch your hand that was on his cock now resting on his thigh. “Fuck.” He groaned closing his eyes tilting his head back. When you reached the hilt of his cock that’s when you choked but didn’t pull away. You kept your own head there without him holding it there.

It almost seemed like you were going to retreat your head then you started to bob your head. While your tongue was rubbing against the under side of his cock. The hand that was once resting on thigh was now massaging his balls. “Oh my god how’d you…” Sonny groaned panting heavily opening his eyes and looking down at you. Up and down your head went as you sucked his cock. He wanted to know how in the world you learned to do that. He hated thinking of the other guys who came before him that experienced this and taught you how to suck dick like it was a talent. It was almost like you could tell when he was distracted because of how much your head sped up. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up.” Sonny warned you between heavy breaths though that didn’t deter you. You kept up that speed wanting him to cum. You needed it.

Sonny let out almost a whimper. You could tell he was close the way he was breathing and with his hand trembling behind your head. “Fuck I’m gonna-“ That’s when you felt him spill his seed into your mouth. It was so much some of it leaked out of your mouth onto your chin and then onto your tits. Tilting your head back you looked up at Sonny who was practically panting though his eyes were on you. You opened your mouth showing him his cum in your mouth and then you showed the camera before swallowing and giggling.

“C’mere you little angel.” Sonny chuckled as he bent you over in front of the laptop. You were still giggling allowing this. You stared at the camera smiling while simultaneously looking at the chat going crazy over this. You’d never done a show like this before, you’d never have live sex like this. Only you collaborated with others solely online this was a first and there was more people than usual.

Thoughts stopped when Sonny slipped inside making you moan and grip the sheets. “Oh my God.” You whined trying to get used to his cock size in your pussy. Sonny looked down at the laptop seeing your face contort with pleasure. Smirking he leaned down only a little his face still out of view. “I’m your God now.” He grunted before he began to thrust into you. The beautiful sounds that came out of you fueled his hips to keep going.

You couldn’t even pay attention to the chat, Sonny’s dick just felt so good. His strokes, he knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn’t just a detective you’re having sex with anymore. You were going to keep this man. “Sonny!” You whined burying your face into the sheets. Sonny wasn’t worried that you were moaning his name, he loved it. However if anyone recognized him they’d have to admit they were watching a cam girl show. “Nope show our friends your pretty face as I ruin you for anybody else.” Sonny grunted as he reached over lifting your head by your neck. Your face was back in view the audience went crazy when they could see the little amount of drool coming out of the corner of your lips.

“Such a pretty girl.” Sonny praised with a smirk. He couldn’t believe he was doing this but fucking hell he was happy. He gripped your hips tightly with both hands then started to piston into you. That’s when you swore you were seeing God. He was blessing you with such a man who could fuck you like this. You could see the heavens at this point when it was really your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Sonny enjoyed that look on your face seeing it on the camera was beautiful. You were beautiful and radiant.

Sonny could feel your wall clenching around his cock. He knew you were getting close he was too. He wanted to fill that tight little cunt up badly. He’d been wanting to do that since the moment he watched your streams. When he had his cock in his hand fisting it eagerly watching you. This was a dream come true. “You want me to fill you up babe?” Sonny cooed leaning down again. His thrusts slowed down but the quality of the strokes were still good. He was definitely hitting your g-spot. “Yes! Please Sonny please!” You pleaded gripping the sheets like it was your lifeline.

“Sonny I’m gonna cum!” You whined out looking back at him while shutting your laptop. Your audience had seen you cum hundreds of times. Though this one, this one was going to be for Sonny. “Me too sweetheart!” Sonny groaned that’s when he came inside of you. Endless ropes of his cum shooting inside of you while you creamed all over his cock. Some of it dripped out of your pussy onto the floor.

“That’s my good girl.” Sonny breathed as he leaned over you. He kissed your head making sure you felt good. You were trembling a little but not badly. You were just buzzing from that intense orgasm. “Sonny how do you feel about dinner some time?” You asked still a bit dazed but you knew what you wanted. Sonny raised his eyebrows his eyes widening slightly as well. That was definitely a great offer after he just fucked you silly. “Yeah sweetheart that sounds amazing.” Sonny chuckled as he slowly pulled himself out of you. You whined at the loss but he immediately went in search for wipes to clean you up.

When he came back he had the wine glass of cranberry juice and wipes. He handed you the glass which you held a little less gracefully than usual. He cleaned you up while you took a generous sip of your cranberry juice. “You didn’t even get to eat me out.” You suddenly thought of as you turned your head. “I know but why eat dessert before dinner?” Sonny asked tucking himself back in his pants. That just made you roll your eyes laughing a little. “How do you feel about Italian tonight?” Sonny asked grabbing your shorts and helped you put them on. “Aside from the one I just had now? I could go for Italian.” When you said that, that made him laugh and shake his head.

A/N: I hope you guys liked it I feel like I did better on this one than my Diana fic but let me know!!! Also Happy Valentine’s Day!

[plutoniumwritten]

Daddy's Girl

Terry Bruno x Daughter!Reader

WARNINGS- Incest, father/daughter incest, kissing, smut, loss of virginity, domestic abuse, manipulation, emotional abuse, f-oral, swearing

NOT FOR MINORS- Everyone else enjoy!

He's annoyed. Finn had set him up on up blind date, he didn't even want to go. Just said yes so Finn could get off his back about dating. Total bust, the chick didn't even show up. Waste of time, he could've been home, watching the game with the diner special from Gino's Pizza.

It's almost eleven when he gets back home. It's quiet, too quiet for him. "Princess?" He hopes she hasn't gone out, he only got to see her once today and that was early this morning, while she was still asleep in her pink canopy bed. He had given her a quick kiss and went on his way.

He lets out a sigh of relief when he hears her padding down the steps. "Hi babydoll, I missed you all day." He gives her a full smile, she instantly making his shitty day so much better. He opens his arms, and she giggles, running into them. His sweet precious doll, smelling like the vanilla lotion she begged him to buy last week. A kiss on the top of her head.

She separates from him, "How was it? Was she pretty? What did you talk about? Did you take her home?" His Babygirl firing off all the questions she can think of.

"Princess, you gotta slow down for me, breathe." He laughs at her, she pulling him to the couch to answer. They sit, she cross legged, he's man spreading. "Daddy, tell me everythinggg." She whines.

Terry had called her that afternoon, just giving her a heads up on the blind date. She was so excited, he had to move the phone away from his ear from her squealing. She demanded him to go, to be kind to the mystery woman, and actually give her a chance. He tried his best to get out of it, but whatever his girl wants, she gets.

Spoiled thing.

He took a moment to look at her. She's so beautiful, her skin glowing, a gentle smile. She's absolutely perfect, a goddess in human form. He knows he can't just sit there and stare at her or she'll start up the whining. "She didn't show up Princess."

The princess's smile drops. "She stood you up? Why would she do that? How long were you waiting for? How could she, that's so mean!" He can't help but smile at how concerned she is for him. Such a sweet little girl.

"Don't worry about it baby, come here, come talk to me." He pats his leg. "Come, tell me about your day." As she crawls over to him, he takes in her outfit. A pink crop top, matching pink shorts. He's thankful she's decided to wear them inside. She sits on his right leg, his arm on her back, keeping her balanced.

"My day was okay, I went to work. Oh! I got good tips today, twenty-two dollars." His free hand roaming up and down on her smooth legs. He's listening, giving her all his attention. "Mhmm. That's really good baby, what else?"

She continues. "I went to that new boutique I showed you downtown, you remember? The one that had that pretty dress with the cherries on it?" He nods. "I got this totally cute shirt for my date on Saturday! Do you wanna see it?"

His entire body freezes. "What did you say?" No, she said something else, not that. She didn't say that. Ugh, she hates when she has to repeat herself. "I said I got a new shirt for my date on Saturday. You gotta open your ears, Daddy."

What date? With whom? What boy would be stupid enough to come and try to take his daughter from him? His baby, his entire world? No, no. He'd shoot anyone who even looked at her. He's in his head trying to keep calm, keep his head about this.

"You're not going on a date."

She's confused. "Daddy?" What is he talking about? Why is he looking at her so upset? "Why?"

"You're not going out, not with some little boy I don't know, understood?" The look on her face hurts him more than she knows. A pained pout, he can see the confusion and hurt in her eyes.

"But he's coming here to pick me up and he's so nice, I wanted you guys to meet and-"

"What part of no don't you understand?" He cuts her off, his voice filled anger. A voice telling him he shouldn't yell at her, he ignores it. She stands up off him, crossing her arms. Her daddy doesn't yell at her. "You giving yourself up for anyone who gives you attention huh? Just whoring yourself out?"

Why is Daddy talking to her like this? He tells her she is a big girl and, now she wants to do big girl things he's mad at it? "Daddy stop it, you're being mean!"

"Good! Someone should be! You're a fucking slut, you know that? Which one of your whore friends set this up hm? The one who told you to get that stupid shit?" He points to the heart shaped belly ring. "I knew you were a slut when came back with that."

"Daddy, I just was gonna go to the movies, I swear! Pizza and the movies we plann-" Cut off once again.

"Yeah fucking right, you don't even know him! You'll just open your legs for anyone, letting them just use you like a cheap fuck. I wouldn't be surprised if you came home knocked up with some bums baby, since you dress like a fucking whore!"

She runs to her room, tears blurring her vision. Her daddy never spoke to her like this, he's always so nice to her, he's hurting her feelings. He can't help it, she's just so precious and he's a jealous man. He snaps out of his rage once he hears her bedroom door slam shut. He lets out a groan, running his hands over his face.

He didn't mean any of it. Not one bit. He just can't believe she's trying to leave him. He doesn't know what he'll do without her. Doesn't even like her going to work or hanging out with those skanks she calls "friends".

He hates her friends. They're the ones who poisoned her mind with the whole "dating" thing he knows it. They took her out for her birthday two months ago, they had gone shopping the day before, he thinking she'd come home with some new jeans. When she came downstairs that night, she was wearing a short dress, backless. It tight around her body with a deep v cut. Paired with black calf boots? She was so fucking sexy he couldn't believe his eyes.

His little girl all grown up, looking like a real woman. A fine, delicious little thing, acting all innocent like. "Bye Daddy! Don't wait up!" She had given him a big hug, something poking her in the stomach. She ignored it, thinking it was the tv remote. She gave him a smooch on the cheek, leaving behind a lipstick mark.

He was so shocked, couldn't get a word out before she left. Fuck she looked so good, he wished he had made her stay home so he could eat her out right there in the foyer. He had spent that night in his room, jerking off to every single picture he could find on her Instagram.

He took his time going up the stairs, wanting to calm down and get his thoughts together before he went and apologized. He took a deep breath and knocked twice. "Princess? Can I come in, I just wanna talk." No response but a muffled whimper. He twists the knob and enters. Her room would be just as you'd thing for a princess; baby pink wall, white vanity with a hello kitty mirror her daddy surprised her with last year, a white canopy bed with pink hearted bedset. In the middle of the bed with her head buried in a pillow, the princess herself. Tucked into her arm, her favorite teddy bear, Terry, her mother had given her it a few years before she left them.

His heart twisted at the sight. She's crying just because of him. He takes a seat on the bed, a big sigh. "Go away daddy, I don't wanna talk to you anymore." She muffles out. He runs a hand through his hair and chuckles to himself. She's cute, even when she's mad at him.

"Princess. I'm sorry I yelled at you, okay? I didn't mean anything I said." He puts a hand on her back, rubbing soothingly. "I promise babygirl, I won't yell at you ever again, can you ever forgive me?" She shakes her head no. Easy fix for Terry. "How about I say sorry, and I buy you something nice?" That gets her attention, spoiled thing.

She sits up, sniffling. Her eyes are puffy, and there's tear streaks on her cheeks. "Yes please." He smirks at his silly girl. After wiping her cheeks, he takes one of her soft hands and gives a kiss, "Do you forgive me baby?" She nods her head yes. "How about a smile hm?" She gives him a gentle one.

"Daddy? Why did you yell at me? I didn't do anything wrong." Even though she's forgiven him, she still wants an explanation for his horrid behavior.

"Daddy was just, scared baby. I find and put away bad guys every day and I see such horrible things, I just don't want my baby hurt, you understand?"

"But he was so nice? I don't think he wanted to hurt me."

"Trust me sweetheart, I know men, and you're such a sweet thing, he just wanted one thing from you."

She tilts her head. "What is it?"

An innocent, sweet little girl. "He wanted to fuck you baby, get in your panties, use you and throw you away. That's what all men want."

Her heart breaks. "He didn't like me? Just wanted sex?" Her lip wobbles, he knows the tears are on their way, he's gotta fix it now.

"I'm sorry to tell you baby, but yes. But it's good that I caught it before it happened right? Daddy's here, come here."

She crawls back onto her father's lap, just as she were downstairs. Maybe he's right, that's what happened at the mall last month, some man saying such gross degrading things to her, her daddy was so pissed, threatening to arrest the man and stuff him in a cell with a gang banger.

He's rubbing her back, so grateful to have her in his life. His only reason to keep going, his favorite girl in the world. His-

"Daddy, if all the men are the same, what about you?" Oh wow. He wasn't expecting that. She's not as dumb as she seems huh?

"I'm your father baby, I want what's best for you. I am the only man you need okay, no one else." He pulls her back by her neck. "Understand me?"

"Yes daddy." He gives her a kiss on the cheek and she giggles, he turning to the other side, planting one there. Another giggle, he smiles at her.

"Can I get a kiss?" She nods and kisses him twice on both cheeks. "More princess, I had a rough day and just need my special girl. He lays back on her cozy blankets and she straddles him, planting kisses all over his face.

Normal behavior for a father and daughter of course.

He pushes her head to his neck, "Here too baby, I need it." She's not sure if it's okay to kiss him there, but if daddy says it's okay then it should be right?

She kisses him on his neck softly, he's letting out groans, fuck it feels so fucking good. He puts his hands on her waist pinning her to the hardon in his jeans. This is the life he wants, a pretty baby on his lap, given him all her attention he wants, a nice soft quiet life, no one else.

He's so caught up in her, he wants n needs more of her. "Daddy want a kiss babydoll. Please?" She laughs and tells him she's been giving him kisses already. "No, baby on the lips. Yeah?"

She pauses. He's her father. They can't do that right? "That's only what boyfriends and girlfriends do. Not my dad."

Huh. He thought he could've gotten away with it. No matter. "No, that's not true. You remember I work with the law I know what's right and wrong. A kiss won't hurt baby, right?"

Maybe he's right. He is smart, and a detective for the NYPD he knows what he's saying. "Okay, just one okay?"

He's got her now. "Just one." She leans down, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. She goes to move back but he hold her by the back of her head, keeping her lips on his, deepening and getting messy.

She's overwhelmed, he said one! Why is he doing this, she starts to whine against his mouth, it only spurs him on more. He pulls her head back by her hair, licking up and down her neck. This is too much, too new for her. He doesn't care; he needs her now.

"Daddy.." She cries out. "Stop it!" She hits him on the chest, while it doesn't hurt, it pulls him out of his lust, reminding him that he needs to take time with her, she's still his innocent little girl. "I'm sorry dollbaby, you're just so pretty, I wanted a taste."

"You said one kiss, not neck kisses." She wipes at her neck, annoyed by her father's antics. If he's gonna do this, he needs to make a move tonight.

"I have a question for you baby." He turns her head to his, looking for her attention. "A serious one, so tell me the truth."

"Yes daddy."

"Has anyone touched you down there? In your special place?" Her eyes go wide. Does he think someone did? After all these years of telling her to wait for the right man, did he think she didn't listen?

"No never. Never ever, I'm a good girl daddy." She needs him to know that. Her father's approval means so much to her.

Always has been.

He smiles hard at her answer. A virgin, perfect. No disgusting boy has touched what was rightfully his. He wants to be the one to deflower her, get her pregnant so she could never leave. "Yes, you're such a good girl for me baby." He growls at her, pinching her cheeks.

"You ever think about sex princess?"

"Sometimes." She's blushing now.

"Well, what do you think about it? Tell me."

"I just...wonder sometimes what it's like. Gabby said it feels really nice. To connect with someone like that."

"You ever wanted to do it?"

"Yeah, but I don't know, I want it to be special and be taken care of. You know what I mean Daddy?"

"You know, if you want it to be special you have to find someone special to do it with."

"I don't know anyone special though."

"You don't think I'm special baby? I think you're such a special, pretty little girl."

"I think...you are Daddy. Special, I mean."

Now he's got her. Time to convince her. "You and me, we could do it, I can make it feel so good for you babygirl. Any other man would just use your body and not care if you're enjoying it, you know that right?"

"But Shay says I have to find a boyfriend to do it with."

These fucking friends of hers. "I could be your boyfriend Princess."

Huh? "Isn't that bad? Cause we're related?"

Fuck, fuck,fuck. "Nope, remember Daddy's a detective. I know that law and if we don't tell anyone, then I can be your boyfriend. Think about it. I already take care of you; spoil you cook for you. I'm basically your boyfriend now!"

Well that's true. Very true. "And we give kisses."

There we go. "Yeah see you get it. What do you say baby?"

She takes a moment to think. "Okay, I won't tell anyone."

"You promise? Not even your friends can know sugar."

Oh, okay. She wonders why she can't tell her best friends about her new boyfriend. "I promise daddy." She leans in when he taps his lips once. They share a kiss sealing the deal. "Are we gonna have sex now, since you're my boyfriend?"

Fuck, he knew it she's easy. No matter, at least he's gonna get some tight wet pussy. "Yeah, yeah. But we gotta get you ready first. Take off your clothes okay?" She hesitates. It'll be the first time in a long time she's naked in front of her father.

At least that's what she thinks. He's installed a tiny camera in the shower so he could watch.

"Do you want me to take off mine? Would that be better?" She nods and he start to take off his clothes, starting with his shirt. She's struggling to not look, but she can't help it, he has such a nice body, a little beer belly, but still in shape. Next are his jeans, he's excited so he takes off along with his boxers. He sits back down on her bed and nods to her, silently telling her she's up.

Her hands are shaking as she goes for her crop top, her breasts on full display in front of her father. Next her shorts, she wasn't wearing any panties. His eyes lit up at the sight of her pussy. "Alright baby, let's get you back down, so I can get you nice and ready for me."

She tilts her head as if to ask 'How?'. "I'm gonna taste this pretty pussy angel, then I'm gonna fuck you so good." He pushes her back onto the pillows and starts to kiss her body down to her pussy.

She's quiet, her heart is racing, feeling like she can't breathe. "It's okay baby."

"I'm scared." She hasn't ever been in a position like this. Naked in a bed, in front of a man, all her goods on display. A man, with a hairy chest, happy trail. He has a mole on the right side of the v-line. She thinks back to the quote she had read online: A mole is where you were kissed in the last life.

She wonders who kissed her father.

"You're so beautiful, just so...perfect." He says kissing her thighs. They're covered in goosebumps, he knows she's scared and takes a mental promise to be kind to her for as long as he can. He leans into her and takes a deep breath of her scent. "Smells so good, so good." He dives into her tongue first, licking and slurping on her pussy. She's whining and moaning, never had felt this in her whole life. It's to much for the poor girl, she can't get a word out.

She takes a hold of her father's hair, and he pins her to the bed to keep her from moving around. He wants to eat her whole, get his fill before taking her soul as his. She tastes so sweet, so good, so innocent. Untouched and pure, just what he liked.

He nudges her clit with his nose, driving her crazy. How can this feel so amazing? Her dad- no her boyfriend taking her apart, just with his tongue god it's-

Something's pushing into her tight hole. She stiffens, the intrusion stinging. "Stay with me baby, I got you." He's pushing his finger in, her pussy so warm, greedily pulling in the whole finger, basically asking for more. He complies with his girlfriend's body, and gives her another finger, scissoring their way in.

In and out, over and over again, searching for the spot that'll make her see stars. Oh he finds it, making her moan out "Daddy, Daddy," over and over chanting the name, higher and higher she goes, he's having too much fun, not caring whether she can take it, only wanting to see her cum.

She finally crashes, vision blurring, making the noise around her muffled. His fingers being squeezed by her pussy, sucking them in. He's in awe watching ehr face, all hot and sweaty, he made her cum for the first time. Harder than he ever were, he pulls his fingers out of her, she whines at the loss, wanting to keep them in.

"Where's your manners baby?" He sits up, in the middle of her legs, his cock prodding at her entrance. Leaning over her, he gives her a sweet kiss, then shoves the two fingers in her mouth. "Say thank you Daddy."

"Thank you, Daddy." She tries.

He smirks at her, nothing but sinister, lustful, selfish thoughts swirling in his mind. If only she knew the sick twisted things he wanted to do to her. He'll have to do it another time. Can't overwhelm her now.

"I'll be honest with you baby, this is gonna hurt for a little bit, but I promise it'll feel better as we keep going, okay?" Fear takes form on her face. "Don't quit on me now, not when I'm so hard."

"I don't want it to hurt though."

"But I'll hurt even more than you. Blue balls, that's a mean thing to do to me. Especially when it's your fault I'm hard. Don't do that to me."

Guilt starts to fill up her chest. She doesn't want him to be in pain, but she also doesn't wanna get hurt. But daddy said he'll hurt more and it's her fault, so she guesses she HAS to go through with it.

"O-okay Daddy, you can put it in....just be gentle please." He gives her the biggest smile.

"Of course, baby." His good girl.

He lines himself to her, not caring about protection. He's her boyfriend, her father. He knows what's best. "Daddy? Can you hold my hand?"

Aww. "Sure princess." He takes one hand to hers and pushes himself in her pussy. She stretches, being fuller than she was before. He's so thick, so long she feels like it's never gonna end. The pain is so real. so raw, it feels like someone is ripping her apart.

"Almost there baby, almost got it all the way in." The free hand is circling on her clit, trying to being some type of pleasure to her. Once he bottoms out, loving the warmth and wet cunt around him.

"You okay babe?" He still wants his girlfriend to have a good experience, losing her virginity. "Say something for me angel."

" 'M so full, it hurts."

"Don't worry I'll make it feel much better." He pulls out a bit, pushing back in. Out, in, out, in. He builds up a pace once again, the slight curve of his cock hitting her spot so perfectly, over and over. She cries out, wanting this to be over already. He said it would feel nice, but all she felt was pain!

She looks down to see where they are connected, the most intimate way. His cock, spearing her tight pussy, covered in red. Her blood, she starts to panic. "Wait stop, stop, I'm bleeding!"

He looks down at them, back to her and gives her the biggest smile she's ever seen. "I know baby, I know, it feels so good, 'o good fa me." He drools out.

She starts to move, trying to squirm her way away from him, haven't enjoy the sex at all. "No more, I don't like this. Let me go!" He stares her down, using all his strength to keep her in place. He takes his back hand to her face, the very first time he's ever hit her.

"You're not gonna ruin this shit for me you hear me? I've been waiting for this pussy for a long time and I'm gonna get mine." He takes her by the shoulders, shaking her. "Don't fucking try me." He continues, a brutal pace.

Of course she's terrified, so she starts to cry. Poor thing doesn't know what to do with herself. Should she try to fight again? Won't that just make him angry again? She doesn't want to get hit.

He doesn't care anymore, she can cum or not, who gives a fuck when this pussy is milking him for all he's worth. He's speeding up, strokes becoming sloppy, messy. "I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh shit, fuck. Get ready baby, get ready, oh my fucking god."

She feels his seed spilling inside of her, warm and sticky. She doesn't know if she should be enjoying it, Terry said her first time would be special. This wasn't special. She only felt good when he was licking her, but not when he was in her. It felt like she was getting used, just like he said the other men would do.

"Say thank you daddy, say it baby, say it 'fa me." The grip on her tightens, a silent threat to comply.

"Thank you, daddy. thank you." She whispers out, in fear. This man, he wasn't the man she's been with all her life. What happened to her father, the gentle, sweet man? Where did this side of him come from? Is this the boyfriend she's supposed the with?

Once he finally finishes cuming, he leans down to her neck, biting her hard. Why does he like hurting her? The waterfall starts up again, this time the sobs pulling on his heart strings.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry." He's realized what he's done to his precious angel. "Oh baby, daddy is so sorry. Fuck baby, I- I don't know what came over me." Terry looks down at her, her face still red from the hit, his cock still hard in her, blood dripping down staining her princess blankets. "Are you alright baby?"

What does she say? 'No daddy, I'm not, you hit me, and it hurt so much, and my special place is sore.' No, she's scared, she thinks if she says something wrong, he'll hurt her again. He takes one look at her face and his heart breaks. "No, no, baby, don't be scared. Please don't be scared of me, I love you. I'll never hurt you again, you know that right? I didn't mean it sweetheart." He plants kisses all over her face.

"Is it over? I don't wanna do this anymore daddy." She hopes he understands and takes pity on her semi broken state. No, no, he needs more of her. Needs to fill her up again, needs to get her pregnant. Have his child, stay nice and round, so she can never leave him. Stop going out with her disgusting friends, pay attention to only him. A baby will keep her nice and busy.

"Well, dollface, I just...really need, need to go again with you babe. Can you help me? Please?"

"Daddy, I'm sore. I can't anymore."

"Oh princess," A kiss on the lips. "I know you can, you're my good girl remember?" Another one. "Don't you want me to feel good? I felt so good babygirl. Doncha wanna feel good?"

"I didn't feel good before daddy."

"Oh sweets, you have to fuck a couple of times to feel it. That's how women work." He chuckles.

"But i'm tired and i wanna take a bath, and i wan-"

"Just one more baby, just one more, and I swear I'll cook you your favorite, run you a nice bubble bath, and you can use my credit card, don't you want some new perfumes? Or something from the boutique?"

She does like the clothes in that store. And getting some food would be nice. One more time wouldn't hurt she guesses. "Plus, you'll make me feel so fucking good, you're so tight and I'm just addicted to you baby, just one more, okay?"

She takes a deep breath. "Okay daddy, one more time and that's it okay?"

He gives her a deep, messy, kiss. Her lips wet with his saliva. "Thank you, baby, thank you."

She calms down a bit, one more time. And maybe it'll feel good this time? "Be gentle daddy, 'm sore."

"Yes princess."

He's a manipulative bastard, she's naive and innocent. She doesn't know it yet, but he's planning on taking over her life, breeding her, isolating her, completely dependent on him. After all, she's daddy's girl.

A/N- Took me three days to write this lol. Thank you @noellawrites for the help!

[poisonsage808]

Jealousy

the burning question on everyone’s mind, is john munch the jealous type?

“You a jealous person, Fin?”

His partner scrunched his nose at the question but didn’t immediately shoot it down. He looked around in thought before shrugging his shoulders.

“Can be. I don’t like people touchin’ what’s mine, y’know?”

Unsatisfied with the answer he’s heard a thousand times before, he merely nodded. Fin narrowed his eyes at the unusually silent man. If John was quiet, it meant his head was loud.

“Why you askin’? Some dog pissing on your lawn?”

Unceremoniously, John drops his pen and his head into his hands. “It’s too early for you to be invading my mind with repugnant imagery. Keep your filth to yourself.”

With a snort he couldn’t help, Fin continues, “You started it! What is it, Munch, you getting acquainted with the feeling for the first time?"

He certainly didn’t count himself on the poll of jealous men. Maybe his view is skewered from his years on the force and only seeing the extremes like people becoming violent or winding up dead because of it. One of his ex wives, don’t ask him which, tried to ruffle his feathers by flirting with someone else in front of him but it didn’t have his desired effect. After all, he wasn’t a stranger to a ménage à trois. So maybe it’s because he’s simply superior than to fall victim to the social construct!

Then you came along and introduced him to something worse than mere jealousy.

"Detective!"

John barley glances up from his desk as you're chased down by Officer Peters yet again. The guy was persistent in all the wrong ways, if he focused on his job as much as he did your backside then he might be a half decent cop! You laughed when he told you that. It was a shared desire to keep your relationship under wraps for now, no one but HR needed to know... and Fin, which was a decision he was beginning to regret.

"I get it now." He whispers, leaning further on his partner's desk to watch the scene before them.

"Can I get you a popcorn? Get off my desk!" John hisses, but for once doesn't enforce his words because he's also eavesdropping, just not as painfully obvious as Fin.

Of course he trusts you— and make no mistake, receiving John Munch's trust was like holding the holy grail in your hands. He knows you won't cheat on him, not like you'd have the time anyways. Morning, noon and night you two are together, be it at work or away from it. He was sure you'd be sick of him by now but he's being proved wrong at every turn. You do little things throughout the day, like leave him snacks or sticky notes, that have him wondering how the hell you two hadn't been caught yet!

"Peters," you sigh knowingly, "do you have the Madison file?"

"Getting to that, don't worry.” It infuriates John how quickly the schmuck dismisses you. No, instead of doing his job, Peters laughs and waves an arm out before he crosses them, “In the meantime I was thinkin' that we should could go dancing this weekend. Got a few others comin’ so it'd be a group date— thing— totally casual. Stay out late, have some drinks, y’know, party for once! Whattaya say?”

There it is.

Envy.

Green like jealousy, only it worms deeper and hits all the wrong spots that makes John feel both pissed and vulnerable; an ugly cocktail. Sure, you’re no party animal but most people your age go out, dance, have fun. Instead, you spent your Friday nights sharing takeout in the precinct or on his couch. Dates varied from errands, the bar, going to the bookshop to the occasional (and usually interrupted) dinner at an overpriced restaurant. Munch did it best to spoil you, he did… it just never felt like enough. You deserved more than he could give and that feeling was worse than wanting to punch this guys’ lights out.

“No thanks, Peters. I’d rather hangout with my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” He echoes, having the audacity to sound offended.

Abruptly the rooms volume drops, letting everyone hear Fin’s poorly concealed snickers. John picks his jaw off the floor when you throw a glare his way, acting occupied with paperwork he was supposed to be doing. The faint feeling of triumph at your tiny admission is addicting. He can’t stop the smirk that spreads.

Olivia happens to pass by the two at the perfect time, slowing her walk when she catches the gossip.

“A boyfriend, huh?”

Her cheshire grin is aimed right at you. If John didn’t know any better, she might’ve been onto you two. But no, if Olivia knew she would’ve busted his balls for it by now.

Backtracking and trying to catch up to the conversation, Elliot looks around with furrowed brows and suspicious eyes.

“Who has a boyfriend?” He announces even louder, looking at everyone in the room for an answer.

Groaning, you roll your eyes and snap a finger in the officers direction, “Get me the Madison file, Peters, today.”

John sends him a withering glare for making a tsk sound at you.

When you try and walk around the dynamic duo, they block your path and immediately grill you with questions. Yeah, this was exactly why you two didn’t want anyone knowing. One day it would probably blow up in your faces and you’d get an earful, but today it was still your little secret.

“What’s his name?” Elliot asks as he crosses his arms, taking up that ‘disappointed dad’ look.

“So you can look him up? I don’t think so, Stabler.”

Olivia whacks his arm for being so obvious, “What’s he like?”

An obscenely perfect smile breaks across your face. You catch your eyes drifting to John and make it look like you’re rolling them again.

“He’s too smart for his own good, stupidly handsome and worships me like I’m a god. Total package. We done here?”

You snort and push between the detectives, making your way to your desk. They follow after you like hunting dogs going in for the kill.

“Blasphemy is a dangerous game.” Eliot shakes his head with pursed lips, “I don’t like him.”

“Good thing you don’t have to share a bed with him, Stabler.”

Olivia’s laugh has him shooting a glare. He throws his hands up in defeat and walks to his desk, muttering under his breath.

“Too bad you’re off the market,” she winks and lowers her voice slightly, “Munch must be jealous.”

When Olivia left your desk, and Fin left his, the two of you shared a fond, knowing glance.

[rqgnarok]

too soft for all of it — terry bruno

fandom: law & order svu

wc: 1364

warnings: canon typical violence, mention of crimes regarding children

summary: He wants to take care of you. You might just let him.

ao3 / masterlist / buy me a coffee

author's note at the end <3

The case is brutal.

The precinct is a mirror of Bruno’s mind, grey and quiet and uneasy. The drapes to Liv’s office are drawn shut, not even Fin dared to go in before he bid you, Velasco, and Bruno goodbye. Joe left not half an hour later, throwing a halfhearted invitation to the bar a couple blocks away over his shoulder, though not looking very open for company. 

That leaves only the two of you, desks away and glaring blankly at the case reports that you’ll dream about for weeks to come. It’s usually so different from Bronx SVU around here, but tonight reminds him too much of long nights in the old office; helpless to do anything for anyone, growing more restless when no one else seemed to have his urgency to do their damned jobs. 

He takes a look at you, wilted and tired, and makes up his mind. 

Bruno does his best not to spook you, but you jump a little when he places your coat on top of the files you’re working with. You blink up at him, slow and unfocused, and it takes you a second too long to realize it’s him looking down at you expectantly.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re leaving,” he says, hoping for your compliance but realizing himself foolish when exhausted amusement settles on your features, defiant. 

It’s never been easy with you in all the right ways. He can’t get enough of it.

“‘We’ sounds like a team effort,” you quip, raising your brows.

“You close your eyes longer each time you blink,” he quips back. “Next time I look at you you’ll be drooling all over your important policework. I’m tryin’ to save you from yourself here.”

You smile at him and it’s brittle, a little too long a day to keep up with joking appearances. “As much as I appreciate your valiant effort, if I don’t do this tonight then I’ll have to do it on Monday and I just… can’t.”

Bruno’s fingers twitch with the need to reach for you, touch your cheek and try to soothe the corners of your mouth so it loses its tension, but he doesn’t dare. He’s already being too brave for his own good, he thinks as he sneaks a look at Liv’s office, which remains closed and quiet. 

“I know,” he says, trying to convey the affection that’s brimming inside him with his voice alone. God knows there’s enough paperwork on his own desk to keep him awake and working through the weekend, but his vision’s blurry and his back is aching. Bruno’s seconds away from getting on his knees and begging for a mattress that hasn’t been in the break room since the dawn of time. 

His voice is quiet and hoarser when he says, “It’s awful, when it’s kids.”

At the explicit acknowledgment of the working case you seem to age decades between a blink and the next, but other than a hearty sigh you don’t discourage the conversation. 

“Yeah,” your laugh is humorless and short, eyes suddenly growing wet. You look down at your desk and fuss with your stuff in a failed attempt to stop your tears from gathering his attention. “I can’t get it out of my head. You know, the crime scene.”

Bruno exhales through his nose. He feels only slightly guilty that he was moved more by your reaction to the abandoned building with abandoned bodies than the crime itself. He’ll have nightmares about it for longer than he’d like, sure, but he remembers the feeling that took over him when you fled out of there, desperate to put as much distance as possible between yourself and the scene. 

You’d thrown up behind a police car and Bruno hadn’t been able to do a damned thing about it other than stare longingly at your retreating figure before Liv called him over. He’s been trying to get you alone ever since but its proven itself to be a difficult task; you’re all so very busy, and he’s not the only one in the squad who feels protective of you. Both Liv and Fin have been keeping a careful eye on you in case there’s something they can help with, and it leaves Bruno a little sidelined. 

“Come on,” he says softly, terribly inviting as he offers you his hand. You stare at it like it’ll hurt you to accept any kind of comfort right now, but there’s very little you want more than to let him take care of you.

“I’m not done,” you try again, less and less insisting each time. 

“We’re never done,” he says, something he learned the hard way through Bronx SVU and his lawsuit. It’s not something he likes, let alone something he’s learned to accept, but it’s easier when he doesn’t have to carry the burden alone. “But we can’t fix the world, baby. Let alone overnight.”

You, after all your years in this business, know it, too. He takes the last step forward, lowering his hand to touch your fingers where they clutch tightly at your pen, featherlight. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

You search for something in his face then sigh, deep and weary. Hook, line, and sinker, he’s got you right where he wants you.  

Nodding, something in your own expression softens: your shoulders lose some of their tension and Bruno wants nothing more than to put his mouth to the skin, spend the night at your place and strip you down of both your clothes and worries. 

He wants to take care of you. A year ago, wanting that much from someone would’ve sent him running for the hills, or, well, the strip club. Now, it fills his chest with warmth, which expands to the rest of his body when you take his hand and rise, fight done. “Alright, handsome, you win. Take me home.”

Bruno does. He stays close while you pack up your things and you leave side by side, one of his hands on the small of your back as you enter the elevator. He wouldn’t be so daring and you wouldn’t let him linger this close if there were anyone else in the room, but the precinct is a ghost town and the B shift isn’t as interested in gossip as the rest of your coworkers are. 

As soon as the doors close, you turn and rest your head on Bruno’s chest, sighing heavily. He rubs your arm leisurely up and down, not trying to keep you warm but rather just keep you in good company. You hum, appreciative and so, so tired. 

“Chinese tonight?” he wonders against your hair, suddenly fighting the urge not to bury his nose in it. It’s awfully domestic, which is something he’s getting used to again, but he feels something dangerous and brave thrum under his ribcage at the thought of doing it outside of the walls of his or your apartments. 

“I’ll settle for anything quick and edible,” you reply, muffled by his coat.

“In New York City?” he jokes, and finds himself rewarded with your nose tucked in the underside of his jaw, breath warm. 

Your days of riding the subway are far less than before now that you two started- whatever this thing between you is. The chances to leave work together are few and far between, but Bruno likes you in his passenger seat; his hand on your thigh and the streetlights facing your features just so, music playing lowly from the speakers.

It’s interesting, he’s never been one to be comfortable in silence. With Rose, it usually meant he’d done something wrong and was supposed to figure it out by her pointed glances alone.  But you, there are days in which you’re content to hum along to the music and Bruno’s come to learn that doesn’t mean there’s anything he should be worried about. On the contrary, you keep his hand between yours and bring it to your cheek, brushing your skin tenderly against his knuckles just because you can.

He won’t say love, but you’re way beyond the casual stage, and you both know it. He finds himself not minding at all.

- end -

author's note: an old draft that is NOT proofread for you lovely people. love bruno and would thoroughly enjoy kissing him on the mouth MUAK

hoping to write more this summer. hope you guys enjoyed!

[adarafaelbarba]

Hello! Can i order something with Joe Velasco and his girlfriend melting while he speaks spanish?

Please💗

A New Revelation

(Joe Velasco x reader)

a/n: I'm not a Spanish speaker, so whatever Spanish is in here will be Google translated, or words I know 😅

It was one of those hot, sunny days, and Joe had decided to show you around his neighborhood for once. That was, of course, after you'd pestered him about it for weeks.

You weren't a native New Yorker, having moved there a few months ago and starting in the NYPD soon after. Which meant you wanted to see all of the little nooks and crannies of the city.

As soon as the two of you stepped out into the summer heat, the noise of the neighborhood that had earlier just been a hum split the air with the sounds of children playing in the nearby park, some even in the street, seeing as it currently lacked cars.

"¡Eh tú, Señor policía!" One of the neighborhood kids called out in a teasing tone, that has Joe turn towards the voice.

"Benito, como te va?" He lets go of your hand to give his full attention to the young boy.

Said young boy's eyes widened in excitement as Joe joined him, talking rapidly in Spanish, and Joe in turn responding.

Other neighborhood kids joined in as Joe started kicking the football with them. The neighborhood filling anew with sounds of laughter and Spanish words flowing around.

And you in turn found yourself looking at Joe in a new light. Falling harder for him, not sure if it was because of the Spanish he spoke or because of how he interacted with the kids.

All you knew was you wanted more in this life you shared with Joe. And you needed to find a way to tell him that, hopeful that he'd feel the same way.

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‘Treat me like a foooooool’- J. Munch x Reader (1)

A/n: old man fuckers unite!! This is my first 4 + 1 fic, ik it wont get a lot of traction but im so seriously down bad i do not care, im releasing it in parts because i can

W/C: 1.2k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

The 4 times John Munch made a fool of himself being hopelessly in love, and the 1 time he redeemed himself.

Field training 

The rattling of equipment echoed off the walls and the salty bite of sweat lingered in the air. Today was a day that clued everyone in on your personality. You were either excited, eager and ready, or it was literally the worst day in the history of your entire life. Field training day. 

Once a year, every single member of the SVU must gather round the underfunded, overused precinct gymnasium, and work their scrawny butts off to prove to the NYPD that they still deserve their job. 

You were still unsure about how you felt. Although you liked to know that your skills were still sharp, and that you still looked good in workout gear, you also sweat through your clothes and get taken down by at least half of your colleagues. You preferred working out solo, music in, world faded, punches rhythmic. 

Elliot was spotting Olivia as she used the bench press, throwing a remark every so often to try and throw her off her game. Those two were very competitive on field training days, neither wanted to just pass, they wanted to beat the other. Olivia won by a hair last year, with her stamina being higher than his, so he's working extra hard this year, just so he can rub it in her face. 

Captain Cragen was exempt from field training, since he barely left his desk. Although he probably could use it with all those Twizzlers he eats. He was walking around sporadically, pretending like he was doing something, maybe taking notes, maybe critiquing. In actuality, he was thinking that this may be the first day all year that they get to go home before 5, No overtime. He could barely conceal the smile on his face. 

Since they were a duo in the field, they were a duo in training too. John and Fin were centred inside the boxing ring, attempting to practice their hand to hand. Fin was rattling on about something that happened during the last case, whilst John chimed in with the occasional ‘hmm’, or ‘oh’. During his ranting and raving, Fin noticed that dazed look in Johns eyes, the look that meant he was focused, just not on this conversation. A look he felt he knew all too well as of recent. 

“John?” He was met with an offhand ‘hmm?’ in response. His venting slowly faded out as he followed John's line of sight. Click. It all made sense. That glint in his eye, his relaxed shoulders, shallow breathing. He knew the best way to recapture John's attention. 

Your fist was hitting the punching bag in time with your music that was blasting through your earphones, but it seems it was not loud enough. Your body tensed on reflex and your head whipped around as you heard a loud ‘Thud!’ From the boxing ring. You couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of your chest at the sight of John on the floor. Fin was standing over him, looking like a teacher about to berate his student. 

“You know I'm not actually a perp, right?” John groaned from the floor as he was rapidly spun out of his daze by Fin. 

“I know, but you're acting like one with all that creepy starin’, you gotta get it together man, or else a real perp will put you on your scrawny ass.” He gave John his hand to aid him in standing his ‘scrawny ass’ back up. 

“What are you even talking about?” The accompanying groan that came from him as he hauled up was not something he was proud of. Just then, like the sweetest little cuckoo clock, you shouted from across the gym. 

“Don't hurt yourself, old man! Show him those muscles I know you're hiding.” You punctuated your comment with a wink as you turned back around to focus on your workout. 

“That! That is what I'm talking about!” Fin gestured wildly towards you as your back was turned. “You have been acting like some lovesick fool since she stepped foot in the precinct.” 

“Okay listen, Tutuola...” His mouth was moving faster than his brain as he desperately tried to scramble for an excuse to explain his distracted demeanour. His, almost downright embarrassing set of excuses, faded out as a reluctant smile plastered itself on his face. He was definitely acting like a fool for you. He knew Fin would not stop talking about taking him down for the rest of his days. 

He couldn't help it though! Everything about you was distracting. The way you moved, talked, walked. All of it made him feel like he could take on anything just from looking at you. Fin was right, he had been absolutely sick for you since the day you transferred in. That smile you gave him the minute he hit the deck made him consider letting Fin take him down every single time just to see it again. 

“Aww, c'mon man, look at that smile, that's just sick.” Fin's words were cut off by a shallow hit from John, who was desperately trying to get him to shut up as he saw you trailing up to the ring.

“Who’s sick?” You ducked under the thin rope lining the rink and leaned against it. 

“Me! I'm sick, that's why Fin was able to take me down so quickly, y’know on a good day he’d have no chance.” He quickly covered for himself as his heartbeat leapt to his throat. 

“Yeah, that's why.” Fin rolled his eyes as he saw you press the back of your hand against John's forehead to check his temperature.  

Although John claimed he was the king of schooling his features, the blush creeping up his neck at your fawning told another story. He gently took your hands from his face and kept them in his. “I’m fine, sweetheart, don't work up a sweat worrying about me.” 

“Fine, but I know something else we can work up a sweat doing?” the sweet smile on your face told John you did not understand what you just insinuated. 

“Oh my god...”  

“No not that, god is your mind always in the gutter, Fin?” You playfully hit him on the arm as you turned back to John. “Nah, Munchie would break more than just a sweat if we did that.” A smirk littered your face as you turned to wrap your hands in the boxing gloves, narrowly missing the flush that hit John's face, and Fins raised eyebrows. 

“I meant boxing!” You turned around raising your fists with the boxing gloves on like they were something to marvel at. “Mind if I tag in?” 

“Fine by me, means I get to sit my ass down for a minute.” Fin snapped the Velcro from his boxing gloves and loosened them. “Will be the easiest takedown of your life, Munch is very distracted from his 'sickness' today.” He finished his sentence with raised eyebrows as you turned back to Munch with a questioning look. 

He ducked out of the boxing ring, hearing a slightly concerned ‘What's up with him today?’ His grin only multiplying as he heard John try to scramble for excuses to explain everything. He was one damn lovesick fool.