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Devour
Joe Velasco x reader
warnings: language, alcohol and drug consumption, smut, semi-public smut, dirty talk.
A million years ago @thatesqcrush requested dirty spicy Joe smut, and this is what I finally came up with. Hope you enjoy it!
The club was dark, lights flashing across the dance floor, barely making their way into the booth you were nestled into in the corner, the bass from the music strumming through your veins. The alcohol and small amounts of cocaine and molly you’d done made you incredibly aware of Joe’s hands on your body, one wrapped sturdily around your waist to hold you to him, the other resting on your bare thigh, thumb rubbing against your skin. The heat from his body electrified you, invading all of your senses and you weren’t sure if you wanted more or if that was just the drugs talking. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was a little high too, the consequences of a long undercover case that was pushing the limits, one that the two of you needed to prove your loyalty before you’d be trusted. You were his little plaything, the princess he’d “rescued” from a sex ring one night, unable to let anyone else even lay a finger on you despite his career as a pimp. He owned you, a choker around your neck with a gem of his initial sparkling in the low light to alert any of the other men with wandering eyes that you were his property and not to be messed with.
They’d been talking shop all night, switching between English and Spanish depending who was around and how loud the music was. Three other men around the table, girls flitting in and out seeking approval and acceptance, some of them shooed away while others might stay for a while before disappearing out into the club to find a client for the night. Somone made a comment about your loyalty, how you seemed to only have eyes for Jose and he simply chuckled, squeezing at your thigh even tighter before nipping at your neck.
“My girl knows who she belongs to.” He replied, a dark look in his eyes that made your breath catch in your throat, your mouth suddenly running dry at the thought of being twisted in the sheets with him. Picking up your drink to distract yourself, you shifted slightly on his lap, doing your best to not grind down to heavily, not knowing what kind of reaction you would get. “Princesa, why don’t you go get us some fresh drinks?”
“Course.” You pecked his cheek, your hand brushing down his chest as you stood, your hips swaying a little extra for show, knowing his eyes were trained on your body. You heard him chuckle darkly, Spanish flowing from his lips as you sauntered away from the table.
Only a moment later and you returned, sliding the full glass over to him as you slipped back into the booth and he yanked you down onto his lap. You let out a small squeal, your cheeks heating as you attempted to adjust your skirt, pulling it down from where it had started to ride up. Jose’s left hand wound around you, resting on your right thigh, squeezing softly,
“Relax pretty girl.” He husked into your ear, breath hot on your skin, “I’m sure these boys won’t mind a little bit of lace peeking out.” His thumb disappeared under your dress, hand slowly sneaking up, “you could probably even spread your legs.”
Your eyes flicked up to your table companions, a shy grin on your lips as you let out a small laugh, thankful they were distracted in their own conversation. Their attention was on a girl across the room, their remarks over sexualized and in Spanish, lost in their own world as much as you and Joe were. You adjusted yourself on his lap again so you were sideways, your arm able to brace across the back of the booth over his shoulder and his hand slid further up your thigh as you leant into the crook of his neck.
“I can’t wear panties with this dress.” You admitted, “and do I need to remind you I speak Spanish? I heard what you said.” Feeling your cheeks heating, you were about to pick up your drink, distract yourself with a sip when he chuckled darkly, his free hand grasping at your jaw, pulling you back to him.
His gaze was full of lust, eyes boring into yours, his lips parted just enough that his breath was hot on your face and you could smell the tequila. “So you decided to come out being a little tease then, hmm?” He raised a brow at you, watching the way your pupils dilated, your lips falling open in an attempt to protest but you had no argument. His hand slid further up your dress, squeezing tighter before his thumb trailed through your pussy and he chuckled again, “heard what I said? You must’ve liked it to be this wet already.” His thumb continued to stroke you, smearing your wetness, “all distracted thinking about my cock buried nice and deep in this pretty pussy of yours?”
“Jose…” You tried to warn, your eyes fluttering shut as heat began to course through you.
“Mm-mmm.” The thumb of his other hand traced your lips and you couldn’t control the way your mouth fell open, “good girls don’t leave the house without panties. Only dirty ones who want to be fucked so good they can’t think pull stunts like this. Now, spread your legs.”
His thumb rubbed at your clit and you practically trembled in his lap, thankful that his lips finally met yours when he sunk two fingers into your pussy. He was able to swallow the moan that escaped you, his tongue sneaking into your mouth, dancing with yours as he took control of the kiss, complete control of you and you were simply putty in his hands. The hand from your chin sunk to your throat, squeezing softly and you whined into the kiss. His lips broke into a smirk, a fire in his eyes as he bit your lower lip, winking at you as his fingers stilled inside your cunt.
“Be good Chiquita, I’ve got business to finish.”
He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, patting your cheek before turning back to the table to catch up with the conversation. You gulped, pussy fluttering around his still fingers, earning your hip a soft squeeze as he grinned over the rim of his drink at the other men across the table who were completely unaware of what was actually going on.
You picked up your drink, taking a small sip to try and ignore the heat that was beginning to creep through your body but the liquor was really only making it worse. Between that and the drugs sinking deeper into your system you were fighting every urge to not squirm in Jose’s lap, to not arch your back slightly and begin to roll your hips. It would be barely noticeable in the darkness of the booth and maybe just enough to get you where you wanted in the meantime. His lips hit the side of your neck and you were jolted back to reality when he asked you a question and you had to squeak out an answer as his thumb brushed over your clit. He chuckled lightly, clinking his glass with the other men before continuing to basically ignore you, focusing on work talk.
Feeling his fingers still inside your pussy you took a deep breath, hiding yourself behind your drink as you busied yourself with anything but what was going on at the table. Jose continued his conversation, smirking at the way you were attempting to not squirm in his lap, his teeth scraping at the column of your neck between his words. Suddenly the fingers he had stuffed inside you curled and you let out a quiet gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” You murmured and he laughed.
“Making my girl feel good.” He husked into your ear, “now keep quiet.”
His fingers flicked again and you tried to not to whimper, burying your face into his neck again as Jose laughed darkly, his free hand brushing over your hair. He let you curl into him, his fingers continuing to press into the extra sensitive spot inside your cunt as you whimpered into his ear softly. He lifted up his glass to cover his lips as he muttered into your ear, his words bringing even more heat to your cheeks.
“It’s a shame, I’m pretty sure if I was properly fingering you right now the whole table would hear this drenched little cunt, wouldn’t they?”
You whined, burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck, any inhibitions totally gone as your lips met his skin, kissing and nipping, occupying your mouth as he continued to curl his fingers inside your pussy. Your teeth sunk into his pulse point and he groaned before your tongue swiped over the spot, a soft sigh leaving your lips at the salty taste of his skin. His fingers sunk deeper into you, causing you to grind down onto his lap and you could feel his cock hardening.
There was a slight snicker from across the table, “Jose.” One of the men called a little louder in order to be heard over the music and Joe managed to look up across at him, watching as he slid a small baggie across the table, “take this, get outta here and have some fun with your girl before you get us all in trouble.”
A chorus of laughter broke free around the table, yourself included as you attempted to avoid any eye contact, watching as Jose pocketed the drugs, tossing down a wad of cash as he quickly said goodnight. A small whine left your lips when his fingers slipped out of you but his hands were hot on your waist, practically manhandling you out of the booth. He wasn’t going to waste any time getting you back to the apartment where he could do whatever he wanted to you.
Joe wasn’t even sure where he wanted to start once the apartment door was shut behind the two of you, he wanted to dive right in, pin you against the wall and drive his cock into your cunt. He also wanted to slowly strip you down, admiring every single inch of your body, watching you come undone as many times as humanly possible before finally fucking you. He wanted to taste you, run his tongue through your pussy until your fingers were yanking him off by the hair, wanted you on your knees in front of him, cock crammed down your throat.
His flying thoughts were somewhat settled at the feeling of you pulling him closer, backing into the wall as you tugged him into a kiss, your lips soft against his. His eyes fluttered shut, a hand cupping your cheek, the other gently wrapping around your throat as he savoured your taste, tongue sneaking into your mouth. Every moment of the kiss was fogging his brain even more, drowning in your essence, fire crackling under his skin wherever your fingertips traced across his skin. You let out a whine into the kiss, your body rocking toward his and his lips twitched up into a smirk.
You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you, pussy already fluttering, wishing his fingers were still buried in it, touching it where you absolutely ached for it. Your hands trailed down his body, fingers tickling at the skin just under his shirt before sneaking under it, tracing up along his torso. He broke the kiss only long enough to pull the fabric off his body, dropping it to the floor. The hand he had on your cheek sunk south, groping at your ass through your dress and your hips rocked into his. Practically panting, he broke the kiss, his lips messily tracing across your jaw, down the side of your neck, biting and sucking at your supple skin.
“Jose…”
A gasp left your lips when his hands cupped your chest, pinching at your nipples right as his teeth sunk int the crook of your neck. He practically growled against your skin, thrusting his hips against you and you moaned at the feel of his cock, thick and hard in his pants.
“Wanna fuckin’ devour you.” He groaned, his breath hot on your neck before he bit your earlobe, hands continuing to toy with your body. Your head dropped against the wall behind you, eyes fluttering shut as your chest began to heave, tingles shooting through your entire body.
“Then do it.” You managed to muster up, letting out a squeak when he gripped your waist hoisting you up so your legs wrapped around him and he could finally carry you into the bedroom.
Joe dropped you to the floor, whipping you around in his arms so you faced the bed while he fumbled with the zipper of your dress, yanking it down before you shoved the fabric away from your body. His hands were on you instantly, wrapping around you from behind, pinching at your nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, his mouth finding home on your neck. Your head rolled back onto his shoulder, ass pressing back into his body, aching to feel his cock again. One of his hands traced down your body, feeling the way you practically shuddered under his touch before he softly began to play with your clit, rubbing at it gently.
“Fuck…” you groaned, “more, please. Need you….”
“Christ.” He felt his dick twitch in his pants, twirling you in his arms once again before his hand wrapped around your jaw, directing your lips to his for another deep kiss, this one messy, passionate, full of whimpers and moans, “get on the bed.”
With a gentle shove you were bouncing on the mattress, shifting backwards until your hands hit the pillows, watching with wide, greedy eyes as Jose made quick work of his belt buckle, never once losing eye contact with you. His cock springing free when he kicked his jeans and boxers to the floor, your mouth practically watering at the sight. His hand slid up your body, gently pressing you into the bed,
“Lie back.”
You instinctively spread your legs, letting him settle between you and he groaned, “such a fucking pretty pussy.” He spanked it first and you gasped, your hips jolting up off the bed before he spat onto it, rubbing his saliva into you, mixing it with the juices already leaking out of you, “and so fucking wet. You needy girl.”
“Just for you.” You mumbled out, moaning when he chuckled and two fingers easily sunk into your cunt again.
“Fuck…” Groaning, your head dropped into the pillows, your eyes scrunching shut as he began to finger you. This time at a more convenient angle, and neither of you had to hold back, moans and whimpers escaping your lips as he continually praised you, eyes full of lust as he watched his fingers disappear into your cunt.
“That’s my girl…” he murmured, “so fuckin’ good for me. Gonna stretch you out, get you nice and ready for my cock, alright querida?”
“Mm-hmm.” You frantically nodded, your hips rolling in time with his ministrations and he chuckled, lowering his head to your inner thigh, determined to leave a mark on your skin that was just for his eyes.
With his teeth on your thigh, tongue laving across the building mark when a hiss left your lips, his fingers continued to curl and twist inside your pussy, squelching sounds echoing through the room. He picked up the speed of his hand, wrist flicking with every thrust and your moans got louder.
“Feels so good.”
“I know baby.” He murmured back. Jose could feel your wetness dripping down his hand, making a mess of his wrist and the sheets underneath you. Satisfied with the growing mark on your leg he shifted back up to his knees and with a twirl of his wrist he slid a third finger into you.
“Fuck!” You cried out, your hips jolting up off the mattress, “oh god don’t stop!”
“Look so fuckin’ beautiful like this.” He purred, his gaze locked on your body, trembling with pleasure, coated in a sheen of sweat, your chest heaving as your legs twitched. His free hand found your clit, rubbing at it in time with the fingers fucking into your pussy. “Just fucking gorgeous.”
It was only a second later he dropped over you, lips wrapping around your nipple, teeth scraping gently over the sensitive nub. Your pussy clenched down around his fingers, cries leaving your lips each time they curled, pressing on your g-spot, lingering for a millisecond longer each time. Your clit pulsed underneath his hand as your body began to shake.
“Fuck, fuck…gon’ come.”
“Come for me querida.” His breath was hot on your skin as he moved to the other side of your chest, tongue tracing patterns across your skin, “let me see how gorgeous you are.”
One more brush of his fingers and you were seeing stars, back arching up off the bed as you let out a loud moan, pleasure shooting through your body and Jose felt like he was in fucking heaven. Feeling your body shake underneath him, the way that it was his hands that brought you to that high was enough to drive him insane, his cock twitching, throbbing as he ached to be inside you.
“Christ…” You muttered, panting as you attempted to catch your breath. He slowed his movements, pulling his fingers out of you as he trailed kisses up your chest. You were about to protest his lack of contact when his lips found yours again, tongue plunging into your mouth and you groaned. He shifted on the bed, settling properly between your legs and you could feel his cock against your thigh, already leaking pre cum, smearing across your skin. “Need you to fuck me…” you managed to get out, mumbled and needy between kisses.
“So impatient.” He teased with a grin and you did your best to glare back at him, knowing he was aching for this just as badly as you were. Your hand slunk between your bodies, palming at his cock and that certainly got his attention, a groan leaving his lips as his eyes rolled back in his head. Your thumb ran over the tip, smearing the pre cum down his shaft, continuing to pump him, cock twitching in your hand. He let out a near growl, nipping at your neck, “fuck.”
A second later and he was lining up with your pussy, pushing in slowly to stretch you out until he was completely buried inside you.
“Oh god…” You moaned, hands wrapping around his shoulders.
“So tight…” He groaned, his hips finally meeting yours, “fuck, baby…”
You whimpered under him, your body rocking up towards him and that’s all it took for him to start moving, slow and deep at first, making sure that you could take it, that he wasn’t going to come right away.
“Harder.” You begged and his lips pulled up into a smirk.
One of his hands reached downward, pulling up one of your legs, spreading you wide for him, pinning your thigh to the bed before he picked up the pace. Each thrust of his hips his cock buried deep inside you, body snapping against yours with power you almost weren’t expecting.
“Fuck! Right there!”
Jose could feel you fluttering around him already, the slick of your pussy heavenly on his cock, with a roll and tilt of his hips you let out a loud gasp and he knew he’d found the perfect spot. Your hands grasped at his back, nails scratching at his skin as you urged him on, whines and whimpers leaving your lips, muffled by the way you were buried in the crook of his neck.
“Shit, you feel so fuckin’ good.” He growled, and you squeezed around him, pulling a groan from his lips.
With each thrust of his cock it felt like you could actually feel every ridge and vein, your entire body on fire like it had never been before. One of your hands tangled into his hair, pulling him impossibly close while he continued to fuck you like his life depended on it.
“S-so good.” You moaned, and thrusted even harder into you, picking up the pace once again as you attempted to keep up, meeting his hips with yours on each thrust.
Before you knew it there was no breath left for words, only moans, whimpers and pants leaving either of your lips between breathless kisses. The slick between your bodies building with each thrust of Joe’s hips as you clung to him, the only sounds in the room absolutely sinful and skin on skin. You could feel the heat coursing through your body all the way down to the tips of your toes, a coil building tighter and tighter within you as your pussy pulsed around Joe’s cock.
“F-fuuck!”
Joe could feel just how tight you were squeezing him and he knew you were close, managing to sneak a hand between your bodies to play with your clit and you let out an even louder moan, a few strangled swears coupled with his name leaving your lips and his cock was throbbing inside you. He pressed harder onto your clit and the dam broke, your orgasm tearing through you, your body trembling in his arms.
“Fuck!” He groaned at the sensation, your pussy clenching down even harder around him, wetness leaking out of you, drenching his cock more than he’d expected.
You nearly fell limp in his arms, little gasps leaving you as he chased his own orgasm, hips snapping into you with even more force before they started to falter and he grunted, stilling deep inside your cunt and you let out a breathy moan at the feeling of his cum painting your pussy.
“Holy shit…” you muttered after a few minutes, your fingers still tangled in his short locks, nails scratching at the back of his head gently and he groaned softly before pulling his head up and shifting on the bed, letting out a low breath as his cock slipped out of your pussy.
“Fuck…” His eyes drifted down to between your legs, watching the mixture of his cum and your juices dribble out of your cunt and a smirk broke out on his lips as his eyes darkened.
“What?” You asked, feeling yourself already fluttering around nothing again.
“You trust me?” He asked, raising a brow and you nodded, watching him with curious eyes as he crawled to the foot of the bed, scooping up his pants and digging through the back pocket. He pulled out the bag of molly, scooping out some for himself before tossing it to you, “take another bump. This’ll feel even better, and I still need to taste you.”
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NSFW Alphabet: Joe Velasco
I’ve always wanted to do this, and I thought it would be fast and easy but boy was I wrong. I think I went a little overboard, but I enjoyed this, and I would do it again for other characters. WARNING: There is a small mention of SA
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Joe is an aftercare king. He has been touched starved most of his life and loves physical contact. He wants to stay in bed and hold you, caress your body, and kiss your skin until your heartrates even out and the sweat from your lovemaking cools. He will run his hands through your hair and whisper sweet words in your ear. You can tell how much he enjoyed the sex by the ratio of English to Spanish. He defaults back to his mother tongue the harder the climax hits which leaves him in a state of superior orgasmic high.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)
Joe’s favorite body part of his is his arms. He keeps himself in good shape for his job and is proud of the physical effects it has on his body. He likes knowing that he is strong and that if he needs to, he can protect you.
Joe’s love your body in its entirety. He makes that very clear to you many times over. If you ever had any body issues this man is the cure for them. That said he is definitely a thigh man. Any chance he gets his hands smooth over your thighs, squeezing the tender flesh and muscles there. He loves to slide between your thighs, kissing and sucking bruises into them. When he knows you’ll indulge him he will lay his head on your lap for hours while watching the football game or when he is exhausted from work, take a nap.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Joe isn’t really concerned with his own cum. He doesn’t have a breeding kink and he has always been rigidly careful with all his sexual partners, always using condoms. It took months into a steady relationship with you and the assurance of birth control to convince him to do it raw. You were shocked to find out that you were the first person he ever had sex without protection with.
He is, however, obsessed with your arousal. He wants to make sure you are completely soaked. He loves the taste and the feel of it dripping down his chin or thighs depending on the position.
D = Dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Joe lost his virginity to a girl who was in the gang back in Jaurez that he helped when he was younger. He was only thirteen and the girl was nineteen. It was an awkward experience, and the girl was high on something. Joe doesn’t like to think about it and has never admitted that he hadn’t consented to it. All his friends thought it was so cool that he had been with an older girl, so he never made a big deal out of it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Joe has experience, mostly with hookups and one-night stands. He had a Casanova phase. The women were fast but warm. He learned a lot about women this way but towards the end, it just left him feeling emotionally empty.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Joe’s favorite position is missionary, mating press, or anything position that is face to face. Joe likes to kiss, and he is good with his tongue. He gets quite hypnotized watching your breast bounce. It gives him easy access to suck on your breast or slide his hands between your legs to play with your clit.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Joe is more passionate and serious in bed. But the longer you guys are together and the more intimate you get the more his humor shows. The pillow talk is where he gets more relaxed and jokes around.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Joe doesn’t do a full manscape, but he likes to keep his hair trimmed up. But if his life gets busy, he doesn’t think much about it. He is the type of guy that if you requested him to completely shave, would do his best to oblige you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Joe loves intimacy even if he doesn’t realize it. He likes making his partner feel good and like there is a connection. When he is in a stable relationship the intimacy from him doesn’t just double but triples. He wants to touch you, hold you, finger your hair, share eye contact, and most of all he wants you to know that he sees you and that you see him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Joe masturbates but not to an extreme. He would much rather wait until he has time to have sex with you. He usually only does it when he is trying to blow off steam or has had a stressful day. He will also take care of himself if he is horny, but you aren’t in the mood to have sex.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Joe has a praise kink and loves to dirty talk. He loves hearing the sounds from your lovemaking. The moans and groans you make, the smack of your bodies meeting, the squelching sounds of wet pussy as he thrusts into you good and hard. A bonus kink of Joe’s is thigh-high stockings, the man goes feral when you wear them. Be warned that you will probably be sporting finger-shaped bruises on your thighs for weeks after.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bed or couch is the usual go-to for Joe. He likes the comfortability and versatility that they provide for positions and moving around. He has of course christened his entire place with you and has found various other preferences. He likes shower sex but gets tired of the water running cold before he is through with you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. Joe doesn’t need much reason to have sex. A big turn-on for him is when you initiate. There is just something about you wanting him and having no trouble showing it, that has all his blood heading south.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Joe is not willing to share. He will never be okay with having another person join in on your sex life.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Joe loves to give oral. If he could eat your pussy every day, he would. He is a pro at it and doesn’t stop until your legs are shaking and you're trying to push him away from being overstimulated. Then he will take his time licking up his mess from your inner thighs.
Joe always enjoys a good blow job. You on your knees in front of him sucking his cock, tongue licking, spit lubricating the slide he could lose his damn mind. That being said, at the beginning of your relationship he would never ask for one. He had bad experiences with some of the women he was with not enjoying it, giving little to no effort, or complaining. It made it not worth it to him because he wanted to bring his partners pleasure and their obvious distaste for the act was a turnoff for him. He stopped asking and for a long time, none of his hookups offered so he went without. He was shocked and unbelievably turned on by how into you were. He still doesn’t like asking, and you offer often so he doesn’t have to, but he will on occasion now.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Joe is on both sides of his coin. He can be slow and passionate, especially during lazy morning sex. when the mood strikes making you feel every inch of his cock filling you. Whispering praises into your ear and caressing your skin. His default is on the rougher side. He will take you fast and rough, skin slapping against yours. He will take you, make you his, and leave some sort of love bite on your skin to remember him by.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
While Joe would prefer to take his time, he enjoys quickies. Life is fast past and busy there is no way of getting around it if you want to steal some time for release in each other. He will also admit that the limited time and having to finish up and act like it never happened adds a sense of urgency and can make the experience hotter.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Joe is willing to take some risks. He likes to experiment and is willing to try pretty much anything you request. Working at SVU and what he has seen there are some lines he won’t cross.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Joe has a higher stamina. He can drag foreplay and sex out for hours. He will also go multiple rounds if you have the time and energy. The two of you tend to have 24-hour fuck-a-tons after he gets back from undercover assignments leaving you both sore and walking a bit funny for a few days afterward.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No, Joe doesn’t have any toys. He doesn’t see the use for them but would probably use them on you if you asked. He’s more of a restraint guy, he would prefer to cuff or tie you up.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
This man is the biggest tease. He will have you so worked up that you will be hating him as much as you love him. You will be shaking and begging him to just take you already. The payoff is more than worth it, the orgasm and the afterglow high are otherworldly.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Joe is pretty vocal he will grunt and groan. He likes to talk dirty when he is taking you and gets off on the sounds you guys make when having sex. He can be quiet with the right motivation for doing the deed in more risqué spots.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
While Joe doesn’t smoke often anymore, he always has a spare pack of cigarettes in his house and in his motorcycle side bag. He only craves them when his stress level gets too high or when he has had a particularly rough round of sex that releases that stress. He doesn’t like anyone to know and goes to great lengths to cover it when he does. You had found out when he had lit one up while you were supposed to be showering but had come back in to urge Joe to join you.
He had been sitting on the bed, a cigarette held loosely in his fingers as he blew smoke out the window. His body was relaxed, and he seemed at peace at that moment. He had been embarrassed you had caught him.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Joe is a shower, not a grower. He is a big boy with above average in size cock, about 6.5 to 7 inches long. He is girthy enough that there is a definite stretch when he first enters you but nothing overwhelming.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Joe has an above-average sex drive. He wants to have sex multiple times a week. He also goes through phases where he wants to spend days in the bedroom, inside of you. It does occasionally dip with bad cases at work or when his personal life feels out of control.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Joe tries to stay awake after, but he usually ends up falling asleep quickly. It’s hard for him not to when he is riding the high from his orgasm and your soft body is tucked into his. You can try to sneak out of bed to use the bathroom or grab a glass of water, but you will wake him. Joe is a light sleeper.
Another one is done! I have been loving writing again. I think I might branch out and do some other SVU characters too. I started rewatching season 13 and I forgot how much I loved Nick Amaro- I'm not ashamed to admit I have it bad for Latino men! So anyways I have a few ideas for him too. I love Barba and Carisi too, but I think I would struggle writing for them. If you want me to attempt just let me know along with any request.
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I wish I was who you drunk texted at midnight, Wish I was the reason you stay up 'til 3, And you can't fall asleep, Waiting for me to reply
I wish I was more than just someone you walk by, Wish I wasn't scared to be honest and open, Instead of just hoping, You'd feel what I'm feeling inside (This song kills me every time)
“You drunk texted me again.” Duarte says as he perches himself on edge of your desk obscuring Joe’s view of you. He doesn’t have to see Duarte’s face to know that he’s smiling, he can hear it in the other man’s voice.
You’d come in this morning wearing aviators and an expression on your face which read ‘hungover’.
“You said to let you know when I got home.” You remind him, pushing your sunglasses up into your hair before wincing at the fluorescent lighting.
“So I did.” He says before reaching into his pocket and withdrawing something silver from his pocket before placing it upon the surface of your desk as he leans in close. “You left this at my place the other night.”
Joe raises his eyes to see you pick up the pendent you wear of Saint Michael, the one your father gave you upon graduating the academy, the one you never take off. Christ, he hates this He hates the fact that you and Duarte are starting to become a thing, hates that it’s unfolding like some sort of Hallmark movie right in front of him.
Everytime, he sees the two of you together it feels like someone is plunging a knife into his chest and twisting the blade because the thing is Joe’s been in love with you for over a year now. He’s just been too chickenshit to tell you how he feels.
“Thank you.” You say to Duarte, your fingertip’s tracing lovingly over the engraving. “You have no idea how much it means to me.”
Duarte cups your chin, tilting it up so that he can meet your gaze. Joe knows what he’s looking at, you’re falling in love with the Brooklyn Gang Captain, and it breaks his heart.
“I do, mi vida.” Duarte says quietly. “Really I do.”
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First of all, CONGRATS on your follower milestone! 🥳💕
Second of all, could I request 11. "You butt-dialed me, and now we have some things to talk about." with Joe Velasco please? 🥰
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Squad Room Secrets
Contains: Fluff, Fin being a fed up old man.
1.1K words
“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.” - George Orwell.
"I'm going over tonight to watch the fight with her. I don't know man, I don't know where to start or what to say or how to say it."
Fin huffed, "I don't know Velasco, may start with how you feel. It's pretty simple."
Joe sat down like the world was resting on his shoulders, "Yeah Fin, that's going to go down great, 'hey y/n, I'm deeply in love with you and every second my not with you feels like torture' she's going to run for the hills."
Fin sighed, "Maybe not, maybe, you need to give her more credit than that."
Joe shook his head, "Like I said, even if I was going to tell her, I would have no idea where to start."
It felt dirty to listen to their conversation when you realised he hadn't meant to call, but after you heard the first few words, there was no stopping. You hung up the phone before Joe could realise what had happened and sat strewing for hours, thinking about whether you should rip off the bandaid or wait until tonight.
In the end, you decided it was better to face it head on and just call him. The phone rang a few seconds before Joe's voice came across the line, "Hey y/n, are we still for tonight?"
You took a deep breath, "You bet we are, but you butt dialled me, and now we have some things to talk about."
There was a sharp inhale, "How much did you hear?"
He sounded so worried, "I hung up when Fin tried to get you to role play."
Joe sighed, "Is this the part where you let me down easy?"
A little part of your heart broke that he was so ready to be rejected, "Umm, no, it's not. Look, we're both grown ups, and I'm not in the mood to hear Fin say he told me so fifty million times. We're both a fault here, I was just as chickenshit as you."
You could hear the gears turning in his head, "Are you saying…?"
"Yes Jose, I am saying that. I love you, I have for quite a while and I was intent on stewing in my own misery until you finally saw it but I see now that you are far too noble to make assumptions. I really need to get back to it but we can talk more about this tonight." It felt good to get it off your chest.
"That's great, I'd love that." There was a pause, "I love you y/n."
You sighed, "I love you too Joe."
****
You jumped and raced to the door when Joe knocked, and his face broke out into a smile when his eyes met yours, "Hey."
You waved, "Hey, you wanna come in?"
He nodded and kicked off his shoes as he walked through the doorway, "So, where do we start?"
You opened your arms, "How about a hug, we already do that." It felt different this time as his warm body wrapped around yours, "It's nice not feeling like a total perv when you hug me."
His laugh reverted through your chest like the drum beat of a well loved song, "I'm glad I wasn't the only one."
You never wanted to leave the safety of his arms, "You wanna sit down? They're just about to play to preshow."
He nodded, "Sure, you wanna talk first? We've got ten minutes."
You pulled back and shrugged, "What's there to talk about? Nothing's changed, not really. We're still going to do all the things we did before, it's just that we've added things and you can finally give up online dating."
He chuckled, "You're right. What did you cook?"
"I figured I had some making up to do, so I made your favourite." You pointed towards the oven, "And Creme Burlee."
He closed to distance again and took your face in his hands, "Can I kiss you?"
You nodded, "Oh yes please." His lips didn't find yours right away, instead, he stroked your cheek with his thumb as he slowly closed the distance. You were surprised that when your lips finally touched, there was no burst of fireworks, rather, it was quiet, like you and Joe were the only two beings in the universe.
There was a buzz in the air that you swore was coming from your own ears but Joe pulled back with a disappointed sigh, "Food's done."
The world returned in sharp focus, "That it is. I'll get it ready if you put on the fight."
He nodded, "Sure. I enjoyed that."
"Yeah, me too."
****
"How is Fin going to get you back for being right?" You knew he would want something, he wasn't going to let it go with grace.
Joe snorted, "He said he's going to remind me about this until he retires."
You did your best to stop yourself from laughing, "Oh boy, you're going to be hearing about this for years."
Joe threw his arm over your shoulder and you turned your attention back to the TV as the fight continued. You flinched when a fist hit a face and Joe chuckled when your hand landed on his thigh, "You good there?"
You blinked and went to move but Joe placed his hand on yours, "Yeah, I'm good." He laced his fingers in yours, chuckling as you clenched it with every hit, "You're not normally like this, you love it most of the time."
You shrugged, "He looks like he's twelve. Plus, this ref isn't very good."
"We should go to a fight one day, on a date." There was a confidence in Joe you hadn't seen before and his smile had a certain charm.
"You don't need to convince me. Does this count as a date?" You were unsure, it didn't feel like a proper first date.
Joe shook his head, "No, this isn't a date, at least not a first date. We gotta go to dinner for that."
You nodded, "Ok, well do you want to go to dinner with me?"
Joe smiled, "Yes, I would like to go to dinner with you."
"So what does this count as?" You thought for a moment, "A get together?"
"Nah, we're just spending time together. You should get used to it, you're my girlfriend I'm going to want to spend a lot of time with you." He was definitely turning on the charm.
"I'd hope so, boyfriend." You paused, "That doesn't sound right, we're not twelve. Lovers?"
Joe suppressed a smirk, "Not yet. Significant other sounds nice."
You nodded, "Yeah it does. Which brings me to my next point, maybe you should stay the night and we can get coffee in the morning? Nothing has to happen, I just wanna make up for all the cuddling we've missed."
Joe smiled and moved closer before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, 'I'd really like that."
Fin
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Second Chances
Joe Velasco x f! reader. A very belated Secret Santa gift for @plaidbooks. CW: implied smut. Mostly fluff. WC: 2,839.
AN: Thanks @beccabarba for giving it a read through.
AN2: Not sure who to tag for Joe folks. Umm @storiesofsvu @madpanda75 @dreamlover31 @witches-unruly-heart @detective-giggles... anyone else who wants to be tagged for Joe, send me a msg!
The biting, cold wind whipped harshly around Joe Velasco as he waited for the light to change, causing him to shiver. Despite having lived in New York his whole life, he much preferred a warmer climate. Summer was his favorite. He'd dressed in black, with his dark hair, and dark eyes and fashionable stubble, he looked every bit the New Yorker he was. Joe huddled in his peacoat, as if shrinking into himself would garner some warmth.
Just when Joe thought it wouldn't get any worse, delicate snowflakes began to fall from the vast white and gray sky. Plumes of smoke rose steadily from the grates before settling over the icy sidewalks. Joe grumbled and wrapped his scarf tighter around his face. The briefcase Joe had with him suddenly felt heavier than before.
The light changed from green to red and Joe hurried across the street. A dimly lit sign that belonged to a local greasy spoon caught his eye. Instead of heading straight to his destination, Joe decided to make a pit stop to grab a cup of coffee. He hated coffee but he was too cold to care.
As he entered the diner, he noted that it was barely at full capacity, leaving him with many options to sit. Joe took the chance to grab a booth in the back. As he settled in, he signaled a waitress to take his order.
The waitress barely had a chance to greet him before Joe barked out what he wanted. She hurried off, leaving Joe alone once more and with his thoughts. Moments later, a piping cup of black coffee sat in front of him.
As he stirred two spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee, Joe focused on the patrons who were occupying the diner at the moment before being distracted by the jingle of the bell over the diner entrance.
Another gust of wind entered the diner soon followed by the most strikingly beautiful woman Joe had ever laid eyes on. His spoon clattered loudly as it fell from the cup and onto the table. Your skin was slightly tinged pink due to the cold. You had a thick scarf on and a blue knit hat with a giant pom pom on it. An easy smile spread on your face as you shook the snow off.
"My Lord, it's cold out there!"
You had an accent but Joe couldn’t figure out from where. However, Joe found that he could look past the accent. 'It's not like the New York accent is any better.' he thought as he watched you continue to shake the snow off.
"You take a seat anywhere sugar; I'll be with you in a minute," the waitress called out.
"Coffee, cream and sugar, please. I'll be in the back," you had replied in turn to the waitress. The waitress nodded and you made your way to the back, with a large suitcase and bag in tow.
As you walked towards the back you made eye contact with Joe. His dark eyes probed yours and you smiled politely as you walked passed. A cup of coffee was quickly placed on your table and you thanked the waitress. You grabbed the sugar shaker and poured it heavily into your cup.
"That stuff will rot out your stomach," Joe retorted loudly, swearing to himself as he did so.
You turned to him, eyebrow perfectly arched, and pointed at his cup. "Isn't that hypocritical of you to say?"
Joe let out a low chuckle and he extended his hand. "Joe Velasco.”
Your eyes narrowed and you didn't take his hand. You looked up and down at him, before letting out the breath you had been holding. You introduced yourself and gave him a small smile. This Joe person was nice on the eyes. But being a detective yourself, you wanted to suss this person out.
"What brings you to New York? Business or pleasure?" Joe questioned as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Are all New Yorkers so nosey? Or are you just special?" you retorted.
Joe shifted in his seat uncomfortably and cleared his throat. "My apologies. I won't bother you again."
An awkward tension followed before anything more was said. There was a sound of a chair moving and Joe looked up to see you sitting across from him.
"I'm sorry. I'm just not from here." You replied apologetically, your tone much softer. "I'm here on business. I'm participating in a conference at Madison Square Garden."
Joe furrowed his thick brows. "Not the National Sexual Assault Conference?"
"That's the one!" You exclaimed. "Wait..." There was a pregnant pause. "How did you know?"
Joe reached into his pocket and revealed his badge. "I work for the NYPD. I'm a detective in the special victims unit."
You let out a smile and what seemed to Joe as a sigh of relief. "Same, but for [your city/town]."
"So I guess in a weird way you're close but far from home?"
"You could say that," you agreed, taking another sip of coffee. "It's my first time here in New York City."
Joe laughed a little more, letting his smile grow as he looked at you again, marveling at your beauty. He was literally transfixed on you. You cleared your throat, bringing him back to the surface and he centered his gaze back on his cup. The steaming liquid provided him with a distraction as he tried to get the conversation back on track.
"So, how are you liking New York so far?" he asked, as he stirred his coffee more.
"I like it, except for the weather. In [your city], it rarely gets below sixty, even in the winter, so this is something of a drastic change for me."
"I know what you mean," Joe responded as he sipped the coffee more. He found himself easing into a relaxed state, one he hadn't felt in a long time. It was as if he was catching up with an old friend. "I am more partial to summer. Give me all the high temps.”
Joe felt his stomach flutter, something which hadn’t happened in a long time. He wanted to see you again - and not just at the conference. "Well, how about this New Yorker take you to see all the sights, that is after the conference, of course."
"Are you asking me out on a date, detective?"
Joe found himself at a loss for words and he wracked his brain trying to find something clever to reply with.
"Tell you what," you said, pulling out a pen and writing on a napkin. "Give me a call when you are finished, and let's see what we can get into. Deal?"
Joe eyed the napkin and smiled, actually smiled fully at you, seeing your cheeks redden slightly. "Deal."
—-
Joe yawned as he approached the break room, a file in hand ready to give to Olivia. The conference - which occurred over a period of two days - was long and taxing.
If not for the memories of the night before coming back home, Joe would've said that the conference was a bust, but how wrong he was. One chance meeting with a stranger had changed everything for him.
He saw Olivia head his way, her dark eyes set in determination already. Joe could swear that the Captain probably woke up with that countenance. Chuckling to himself slightly, he prepared to hand off the file.
"Velasco," Olivia greeted, as she took the file, flipping through it, "How was the conference?"
"It was what it was. Good learning experience," Joe responded as he yawned again. "Other than that, it was a pretty run of the mill weekend."
Olivia smiled as she closed the file and glanced at her watch, "I need a favor. We have a new member of the team coming in today at JFK. Think you can swing by and pick them up? Muncy was supposed to but she called out sick.”
"I have a backlog of paperwork that I was hoping to catch up on…" Joe trailed off.
"It won't take long. The flight should be landing within the hour."
Joe let an irritated sigh escape as he looked at his own watch, trying to calculate his schedule. As it was, he was already behind on several things, but he knew he couldn't just leave Olivia hanging.
"Okay.” Joe reluctantly agreed.
"Good man," Olivia responded as she turned to walk away. "Make sure you bring her to see me when you get back."
Joe put a hand up to give a half hearted wave to Olivi as she disappeared through the corridor. His day just got worse, ten times worse. Another newbie. 'Great; just great.'
—
You sat on your oversized suitcase, looking in each direction for the SUV that you were told would be picking you up. Glancing at your watch, you sighed as you started to look at your nailbeds, wondering how long you would have to stand there before actually doing something about it. Just as you were about to get up and walk, you saw the hulking vehicle as it appeared in the line.
As the vehicle came closer, you stood up, dusting the back of your pants and reaching to grab your belongings. Perching your sunglasses on your head, you squinted at the driver, in an attempt to get a closer look of who they were, but found that you couldn't.
Joe’s jaw dropped and felt his heart race as he parked. 'It can't be; what are you doing here?'
But it was you. Memories of the night after the conference flashes through his mind once more – heated kisses, his hands on your hips, your hands running through his hair, your skin dewy from sweat… the moan of his name emanating from your lips.
Joe blinked rapidly, shaking himself out of his thoughts. He swallowed hard as he got out of the vehicle and approached you. "Hi."
Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of Joe and you could feel the color draining from your face. It had never occurred to her that New York detective that you had spent a passionate night with just days before would be the same man you would be working with. How could a city with over one million people seem so small?
"Joe!" You replied, attempting a brave smile as a sinking feeling began to settle over you. If this moment was indicative of your future in Manhattan, you were going to board the next plane out to home. "I…um... it's good to see you again. I had no idea that you and I-"
"It's alright," Joe interjected, his eyes darting past you and to your paisley print luggage. Joe eyed it curiously. It was hideous. "I didn't know either."
You didn't reply; you were unsure of what to say. Despite standing outside in the vast, spacious airport parking lot, you felt overwhelmed, as if there had been a giant pink elephant in the middle of them and no one was saying anything. Joe found himself once again breaking the silence just as he did before in the diner. He tilted his head in the direction of the SUV.
"Shall we?" he questioned as he reached past you to grab your luggage.
You attempted to protest his help but Joe paid no heed to her words. "Alright," you finally conceded. "Let's go." You buckled your seatbelt and settled against the passenger seat. The ride back was silent. You stared out the window and to the passing buildings and snow covered trees.
Joe watched you out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to say something – anything but he couldn't formulate the words. He had thought he would never see you again but here you were now. Joe wasn't sure if he was capable of surviving the work week with you and showing you the ropes when he knew you so intimately. Never mind the barriers of office politics.
'Working with her is definitely going to be interesting.'
The only thing he was sure of was that he wanted the day to be done and over with.
The throbbing, aching pain in his head hadn't subsided despite taking half a bottle of ibuprofen. After dropping you off with Olivia, Joe threw himself into his work in hopes that it would take his mind off of you. It hadn't worked. Instead, he found himself even further distracted. It was his luck; he reasoned that this would happen. He didn't necessarily find the situation to be bad at all; in fact, he was disappointed that you both had to part after spending the day – and better part of the night together.
You were unlike any other woman he had met. You were way too cheerful for his usual taste; however, he found himself making an exception. You were strong, sweet and sassy – all the qualities that he looked for in a woman. He only had one night with you but he found himself hooked.
Joe cracked his knuckles and tried to focus on the paperwork before him.
—
Joe slammed the door to his locker shut, glad that the shift was finally over with. As he began to pull his coat on, the sound of footsteps caused him to pause in his actions.
"Hey Joe. I thought I'd find you here."
Joe felt his chest tighten at the sound of your voice. He turned around and found you leaning against another set of lockers. He presumed you were trying to appear casual.
"Y/N, how was your first day?"
"Good, I’m really excited to hit the ground running.”
"Glad to hear it," Joe replied. Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he rocked on his heels. "Something tells me that you're not here to talk about how your day went though."
You shook her head. "No; you're right." You stood straight and approached Joe. "I wanted to talk about that night… about us."
"Look, if you want to pretend it never happened," Joe sighed, feeling his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach. "It's fine. I'm cool with it, but I can't just ig-"
"No! It's not that at all," you quickly rushed. "It's just that it took me by surprise. In New York, I wasn't expecting to see you again, so, I was a little…"
"Uninhibited?" Joe asked, the memory prompting an arching of his eyebrow and a smirk.
You giggled slightly, the tension that was between the two of you earlier, now seeming to dissipate. Your stance relaxed even more as you continued to smile at him, feeling something deep inside tugging at the strings of her heart. Could it be that you had fallen for him, after one night of passion? You pulled a stray hair behind your ear as you dropped your line of sight then brought it up slowly, registering that he was staring at you. Your cheeks reddened as you changed position and crossed your arms in front of yoi.
"Yeah, you can say that. So, where does it lead us?"
"Apparently, awkward moments," Joe responded as he leaned up against the opposite lockers, his demeanor a lot less stiff. Again, he found himself feeling as if he were catching up with an old friend instead of negotiating through new territory with a stranger.
"It doesn't have to be," you replied as you took a step closer to Joe. Placing your palms on his chest, you looked up at him. Your heart thumped wildly against your ribcage as you waited for his response.
Joe reached up to take your hands into his, drawing you closer as he did so. He stared into your eyes, searching. He murmured your name before pressing his lips to yours.
You gave yourself into the kiss, moaning quietly as you did so. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. Joe placed his hands on your lower back, in the space between the waistband of your pants and the bottom of your shirt. Your skin goosebumped beneath his touch and you pressed yourself closer to him. Joe let out a small grunt of satisfaction. You pulled away breathlessly moments later, licking your lips as she did so.
"Let's get out of here," Joe answered finally. "Get a beer or something…"
Joe had never believed in fate before but he was starting to come around. He was starting to believe things happened for a reason. After all, had he not gone to the convention or decided to grab a cup of coffee, he wouldn't have had such an opportunity with you. Rules and work politics be damned; there was no way he was going to give up a second chance with you. Perhaps this was the best decision Olivia had ever made.
You hummed a bit before cocking your head to the door. You began to head out together, Joe’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you. He couldn't help but smile victoriously at your next sentence.
"Or something."
FIN.
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Joe Velasco Masterlist
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“You are in love…” x Veluncy
@taylorswift & @taylornation 🩵
#joe velasco#grace muncy#veluncy#velascy#veluncy marathon#octavio pisano#molly burnett#taylor swift#you are in love#1989 taylor's version#svu24#law and order svu#svu#law and order special victims unit#joe velasco x grace muncy#l&o: special victims unit#special victims unit#muncy x velasco
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Call it what you want is so veluncy
#veluncy#velascy#joe velasco#grace muncy#law and order svu#svu 24#incorrect svu#call it what you want#taylor swift x svu
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48 for Spotify with Joe Velasco?
A/N: I think I lost the plot a bit, but it came out quite nicely anyway, if I do say so myself.
Word Count: 500 exact
Rating: M - heavy makeout/foreplay; implied sexual content; one use of a swear
Spotify Wrapped Mini Fics
Your skin buzzed with the phantom hum of the bass that had been playing in the club. A knee pressed between your legs, and the hard plane of a muscular chest leaning in kept you pinned against the cool surface of the wall. In contrast, the lips that trailed along your neck and collarbone in your lowcut dress, seeking all the spots that made you sigh, were warm and soft.
You couldn't, and didn't really want to resist the moans that his tongue pulled from you as it danced across your skin. His breath smelled like beer in a way that was more intoxicating than nauseating and his laugh was throaty, practically a hum at your reaction. When the light grazing of his teeth entered the equation, you squirmed, thighs clenching around him and hips rolling for any friction you could find. One of his strong hands cupped your ass, sending a shiver through you as fingertips touched the bare skin where your skirt had risen. His other hand tangled into your hair, tugging on it and tilting your head back so that you looked into his green eyes, their pupils blown wide with hunger.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me sweetheart?” he muttered, words tickling across your face.
“I have a theory,” you teased back breathlessly.
"Oh yeah? Enlighten me."
You smirked and shifted your weight so that you could grind your core against his clothed erection, making him nearly whine.
"Fuck me. Not that I'm complaining, but I wasn't expecting you. What are you doing here?"
"I had a date tonight," you admitted softly, knowing it might bring the beautiful moment to a screeching halt but also that he knew you too well for you to lie to him.
"Oh?" His face remained frustratingly impassive and his hands continued to wander teasingly.
"One of the process servers that Carisi uses all the time. Nice guy. He invited me back to his place…"
"Did he now?"
"And I almost got in the uber."
Joe stopped moving, body poised on the edge of stepping back, the whole relationship teetering on a precipice. You felt cold, compared to only seconds before, but it was too late to take the words back.
"But then I realized something."
He waited, eyebrows raised.
"There was only one place I wanted to be, one person I wanted to be with: right here, with you."
Joe stayed quiet, his expression betraying his inner turmoil at your words. And if you were being honest with yourself, you couldn't blame him for it. The two of you had been hooking up since he joined SVU months ago, and you were pretty sure you'd both caught feelings by now, but neither of you would admit it and progress your relationship past semi-regular booty calls.
"If you really mean that, then I have one request."
You nodded, knowing that no matter what he asked of you, you'd give it to him.
"No more bullshit. Just stay."
#Spotify Wrapped 2022#short fics#Joe Velasco#Joe Velasco x reader#SVU fic#spicy#and just a hint if you squint of angst
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🗡. KINKTOBER'23
who’s ready to get skanky spooky?!!! i swear i wait in anticipation every year for the sluttiest month to plague the tumblr tags. as we all know your girl has zero self control so here i am again bringing you some filthy feral content during this wonderful month.
minors please dni with the fics below, it is strictly eighteen+ content. i highly rec following @lorelibrary to stay updated.
WEEK ONE.
PARASITIC ( MARC SPECTOR ) ….. the one where marc goes searching in a cave and comes home with something attached to me. a leech who wants to do more than drain him.
⚠︎: succubus, haunting, mind control, somnophilia.
WEEK TWO.
PUNISHER ( JOEL MILLER ) ….. the one where your father owes a debt and joel is not opposed in taking what is owed to him. what is promised to him. and you’re the perfect little consolation prize.
⚠︎: purge au, claiming, praise kink, agegap, deceit.
WEEK THREE.
MY WOMAN ( CARMY BERZATTO + LUCA ) ….. the one where you can’t remember who came first carmy or luca, the lines having blurred the longer you split your time between the two.
⚠︎: threesome, double penetration, deep throating.
WEEK FOUR.
CRAWLING INTO YOU ( FLIP ZIMMERMAN + CLYDE LOGAN + OFFICER PETERSON ) ….. the one where hot pavement and rattle snakes are the least of your worries when driving through the desert turns into a game of survival you’ve already lost.
⚠︎: texas chainsaw au, hunter x prey, breeding, dubcon.
— BONUS DAYS.
tell me where it hurts — love quinn (choking, murder)
concentrate — jake ‘hangman’ seresin (phonesex)
figured you out — joe velasco (forbidden, hair pulling)
asteroid blues — poe dameron (sexpollen)
midnight snack — bruce wayne variants (spitting, cheating)
guilty of love — villanelle (restraints, forced voyeurism)
#let's get filthy besties#kinktober#kinktober 2023#kinktober masterlist#marc spector smut#joel miller smut#adam driver smut#adcu fanfiction#bruce wayne smut#hangman smut#poe dameron smut#oscar isaac smut
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If the Law and Order people wanted to impress someone on a date, what would they go for?
Pairings || Law and Order SVU characters x GN!Reader
Contents/Warnings || First date fluff, mentions of alcohol, mentions of anxiety sorta
Authors Note || sorry that asks are coming out slowly, i’ve been hyperfixating on a different fandom :’)
Rafael Barba
Flowers on the first date kinda man
Would take you somewhere expensive
Probably a quiet, fancy restaurant where the two of you could have nice conversations in a calm environment
Refuses to let you pay, not even half
If it’s going well, he’d maybe want to walk around the city afterwards so your conversations can continue
He definitely planned all of this to try to be impressive
Sonny Carisi
Instead of a restaurant, he’d want to cook for you
His cooking skills are impressive enough
But he also impresses you just by being himself— an attentive listener and a perfect gentleman
Doesn’t mean he’s not freaking out on the inside, though
You can tell
Probably would google how to impress someone on a first date tbh
Olivia Benson
Hybrid bookstore/coffee shop date
Isn’t really worried about “impressing” you, so she just acts as she normally would
Would want to pay for your coffee though
And unintentionally impresses you by the amount of books she’s read and the conversations she makes
But who wouldn’t be impressed by her in general anyways?
Amanda Rollins
Paint and sip class !!
She’s confident and isn’t very nervous
The sip part of the class definitely helps calm any nerves that arise
Thinks the paint and sip is fun for a first date
And hopes maybe it’s just a little impressive
Fin Tutuola
Wouldn’t be great at planning the date himself
Either Olivia helps or you’re the one planning the date
He’s also definitely more nervous than he says he is
Despite this, he impresses you with how funny he is
Also offers to pick you up to go wherever you decide
And pay for anything, or at least split costs if you try to decline his offer
Joe Velasco
Dinner date at his favourite restaurant
Really, really hopes you like the food as much as he does
Possibly a nightcap afterwards so you’ll have more time to talk and continue the date
He tries a little too hard to impress you by trying to show off his knowledge on any subject you bring up
But you can tell he’s anxious
But the fact that he’s trying so hard is cute
Elliot Stabler
Central park date
Walking around a bit, sitting and talking on a bench, getting drinks and food from any food carts that are around
Tries to impress you by paying for anything you want and being attentive
He’s a little awkward
And protective despite it being the first date
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You Feel Like Home
Pairing: Joe Velasco x female!reader
Category: Fluff/Angst
Word count: 1,144
Summary: When a case hits a little to close to home, Joe is there for you and to make sure you feel safe.
Warnings: alluding to assault but no details are given
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This case had taken its toll on you, hitting a little too close to home. You sympathized and understood what this poor woman had been through more than you wanted to admit. The brutality of that night played on loop every night. It’s why you’re always on guard, why you had panic attacks, why you haven’t let Joe stay the night, and why you never stayed at his place either. You didn’t want to burden him with your trauma, your nightmares, or being woken up by your screams. You didn’t want him to see you like that.
You did your best to keep your emotions in check but there were times you slipped up, your emotions getting the better of you.
You had been in the interrogation room with Fin when your outburst happened. With one concerned look from Fin, you quickly realized what happened. You had shouted at the suspect for answers — answers to why he did that to you. You excused yourself and raced to the bathroom to recuperate. Unbeknownst to you, Joe and Olivia were watching through the one way glass. The pair shared a concern look before Joe volunteered to go check on you.
You quickly slipped in the door and over to the mirror above the sink. You wiped your eyes with some paper towels from the dispenser and looked yourself over in the mirror. You were a mess. Red, puffy eyes, a runny nose, shaky breaths and your hands had a slight tremble to them.
Mere seconds later the restroom door opened and shut. You didn’t even hear it, too focused on calming yourself down and making yourself look presentable again.
Joe stayed by the door, taking your reflection and watching as you splashed water on your face. Seeing you like this broke his heart. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms but he knew that wasn’t the right thing for you at the moment. He didn’t know what caused your outburst in the interrogation room but your words played on loop in his head ever since you shouted them — “Why did you do this to me?!”
Joe could tell that whatever happened to you must have been similar to the victim of this case. He didn’t want to sneak up on you and scare you, make you think that you weren’t safe. It was this moment that Joe silently vowed to always protect you, to always keep you safe, and to always be there for you whenever you need him. He always cared for you and these feelings you shared for one another were as real and genuine as he had ever felt. It scared him most days but you always knew how to make him feel safe and at peace. He wanted to be that for you too.
With soft, slow steps, Joe made his way over to you. “Can I help?” He softly spoke, gesturing to the damp paper towel in your hand. He stopped to stand beside you but giving you enough space you didn’t feel crowded.
Joe’s voice grabbed your attention. Turning to look at him, you saw his gesture to the paper towel. You hesitated, pondering over if this was a good idea. Those awful flashbacks still banged around in your head, some so vivid you almost couldn’t distinguish between a flashback and reality. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes in the process and exhaled slowly, opening your eyes. Finally you nodded and wordlessly passed Joe the paper towel. You weren’t sure if you could trust your voice just yet.
Joe gingerly patted your cheeks and under your eyes. He wanted to speak, to tell you whatever happened is over, that he won’t let it happen again but he chose to save those words for later. His top priority was helping you gather yourself, helping you get through this and providing you with a sense of tranquility and safety. He watched your reaction as he cautiously touched your cheek with damp paper towel. He noted how you tried not to shrink away from him. “Did I ever tell you about the time I saw you? The way I felt?” He asked, trying to help you get your mind off things.
You slowly brought your eyes up to his, shaking your head. Once your eyes met his, you felt a wave a comfort and security flow through your body. “Wh-what did you feel?” You whispered genuinely curious.
Joe smiled that radiant smile of his. You always thought it outshined the sun. Joe stopped dabbing your eyes and really looked you over. He knew you probably thought you were a mess but he thought you were beautiful, radiant even. He always had and always would. “I thought you were stunning. So confident. I didn’t know what it was at the time but I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I had a hard time focusing on anything other than you. Now I know that it’s your vibe, your energy, your personality. I saw that passion and determination that drove you to become the most dedicated person I have ever met. It was right then I wanted to know you, really know you. What made you happy, angry, sad, your passions — everything you would tell me.” By this point, your eyes were watering and Joe’s hands were softly resting on your cheeks. The pads of his thumbs gingerly wiped away the fallen tears.
You were overwhelmed by Joe’s genuine words and his eyes had this love and warmth and admiration in them. You brought your hands up to rest on his wrists, your thumbs rubbing over the back of his hands. Joe always knew how to make you feel better, how to make you smile. “You feel like home to me.” You confessed. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You had to tell him.
Joe leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. “That’s all I want.” He felt your arms snake around his sides, pulling him closer to you. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Joe didn’t care if this sweet moment was taking place in the women’s restroom at the precinct, he just wanted to take care of you and he couldn’t care less about where you were.
You decided in that moment that you were going to tell Joe exactly what happened to you from years past. You knew it would be painful and difficult to do so but you trusted your man with your whole heart, soul, and body — with your life. You wanted him to know, if he could tell you about his past then you could tell him about yours. You stood by him and held him as he shared the deepest, rawest parts of himself and there was no doubt in your mind that he would do the same for you.
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Joe Velasco (NSFW!): Football
You feel out of place in the doorway of his apartment, unsure if you should knock or simply turn around and go home. After a long, awful day at the forensics lab, your mood left a lot to be desired. Your mind whirled as you stared blankly at the door to his apartment. A food delivery man heading back to the elevator snapped your attention back. He eyed you strangely and you realized he had already gone down the hall and delivered his food while you had yet to knock. The sudden rise of awkwardness propelled you into motion knocking decisively on the door.
It took less than a minute for it to open. Joe took up the entire space in the frame in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. You couldn’t help but notice the bulge after an obligatory glance and the fact that he was probably not wearing anything underneath them flashed through your mind. He leaned out of the door frame raising his eyebrows as he surveyed the delivery guy who had been staring and now was scurrying towards the elevator at the sight of Joe’s effective but harsh cop evaluating once over. His green eyes then trailed over you, catching your still wet and now stained shirt. He opened his mouth but before he could speak you cut him off with a monotone, “The new guy gifted my shirt with his coffee.” His lip quirked and you continued, “It’s not funny tonight.” His expression immediately smoothed but a furrow came to his eyebrows instead. You were acting out of character, usually, you were easy to laugh, especially at yourself.
The look seared into you forcing explanations to fall from your lips. “I’m sorry, I’ve had an awful day. I’m tired.” You start backing away not able to meet his eyes as you start to turn “I should have just gone home.” You had barely started to turn when his warm hand grasped your forearm gently but firmly enough to stop you and urge you to turn back to him.
“Hey, hey, hey it’s okay.” His hand cupped your cheek guiding you to look up at him, “You don’t have to go. I don’t want you to. You’re allowed to be upset and still come to see me.” You could feel the warmth of his body heat and the smell of his body wash from a recent shower. He was trying to guide you into his apartment. You halfheartedly tried to stop him.
“Joe, I appreciate it, but I don’t want to ruin your night. I can come by another night.” He smoothed the hair falling out of your bun behind your ear.
“You are not going to ruin my night. You could never ruin my night. I’m happy your here and I want you to stay.” His green eyes locked you as he stroked your cheek. “But if you really want to go home, I won’t stop you, but I will insist on driving you there.” You sighed as your eyes trailed over his naked torso and sweatpants. You and Joe had been seeing each other for almost four months. There was no label, but you knew that there was no way he would let you just leave. It would only interrupt his night further by forcing him to get changed and leave after he had clearly already settled in for the night. You sigh, shifting uncertainly. “Can I use your shower?”
The water was hot, but it wasn’t soothing in the way that you hoped it would be. You had stuck to only rinsing off not willing to attempt to wash your hair with the 3 in 1 soap that Joe had. You had heard him come in a while before, but he had left without trying to join you. He had left one of his blue Henely's which you pulled on after drying yourself. You walked out of the bathroom to see the TV in the living room playing a soccer game and an open bottle of beer sitting on the coffee table. You walked into the kitchen to find Joe standing over the sink. Your white blouse soaking in water. You thank him, feeling tears prick your eyes. The kind gesture was much more than you were used to. “I can hear you thinking.” The apology left your lips before you could comprehend it. “I have something that will cure that.” He led you to the living room and sprawled across the couch before urging you to lay down in front of him.
He pulled you against him, arms wrapping around you. His sandalwood scent was consuming your senses. He whispered in your ear directing you to watch the game. When you told him skeptically that you didn’t think that watching a soccer game was going to help you. He chuckled, “First off, this is football, not that shit that you guys call football but play with your hands. And trust me, baby, it's exactly what you need to shut that head of yours off. You have too many tabs open in your brain and it’s time to close them. The game is simple and doesn’t take much thought. Just pay attention to the ball.”
You huff but try to pay attention to the game as directed. You found yourself watching the ball but not processing anything in the game. Maybe that is why it took a while for your mind to catch up to the sensation your body was feeling. Joe’s hands rubbing your back, his face nuzzling into your shoulder. You could feel the scratch of his stubble against the tender skin there as he peppered kisses and rubbed his face against your neck and cheek. It would leave you with a beard burn tomorrow but now the slight sting on the sensitive skin was sending pleasure echoing down your body. His mouth was hot and wet sucking on your skin.
One of his calloused hands had rooted under his oversized shirt you were wearing pushing it up your stomach in search of your breast. Clever fingers found a nipple and stroked it before pinching. You groaned pushing your ass back against him. You could feel the bugle of his cock, but he stilled your hips with a firm grip. He tusked at you whispering huskily into your ear that you were supposed to be watching the game. One of his thick thighs slid in between your legs leaving just enough space for one of his hands to slide between to rub at your rapidly damping pussy. One hand massaged your breast while the other moved to rub at your clit. Time moved in a haze, your body alighted with sensation, and you were unsure if it took mere minutes or much longer for his long fingers to finally enter you and start pumping. He found a smooth unhurried rhythm and curled his fingers into a deliciously sensitive spot. His palm pressed against your clit, and you started to move your hips gently grinding into his hand.
You could feel your orgasm building in your lower stomach. A fire that was slowly but heartily gaining intensity. Joe could feel your body reacting, tensing with the buildup. He knew you were getting close. The hand that had been preoccupied with your nipples and breast slid upwards coming to rest against your throat. You arched into his hand, gripping at his forearm to encourage him to tighten his grip. He obliged and you moan a few moments later when your body shakes with your release. He continues to thrust his fingers inside of you working you through your orgasm. You start to say something, you're not even sure what when his fingers that were just inside you press against your lips sliding them into your mouth. You moan as you lick then suck, tasting yourself. He hushes you reminding you that he is trying to watch the game.
Over the next two hours Joe deliberately and methodically melts your brain. You lose count of the number of times that he has made you orgasm on his fingers as you lay spooning on his couch. Your body had loosened, becoming boneless and complaisant against his. When his hands rest idle on your stomach or searching your skin, he presses his thigh against your core allowing you to rock against him. His sweatpants and your thighs are soaked with your juices.
Your brain blissfully shuts down, and the thousands of tabs running in your mind close. You’re pleasure drunk and are actively watching the football game in between rounds of Joe’s teasing. There is no talking between the two of you except Joe whispering words you can’t make out in Spanish and sometimes hushing you encouraging you to focus back on the game. You are unsure why he wants you to watch so badly, but you oblige him regardless. You think that he has successfully made it your favorite sport to watch in less than one game. Even months later you still won’t be able to figure out if it’s because you truly like it or if your brain just unknowingly connects it with the overwhelming pleasure that he had brought you.
The game ends but neither of you makes any move to get up. You are languid in his embrace. “Did you enjoy the game? Your head turns off for a bit?” You laugh softly and agree. He urges you to turn to face him and gives you a passionate hot kiss. You groan leaning into him as he rolls himself on top of you, sliding between your thighs. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you through his sweatpants. “Good, it was nice to have someone to watch it with.” There was a catch to his tone, a sadness in his green eyes that pulled at you. A loneliness that was etched deep. Joe didn’t give you time to process what you had seen as he started kissing down your body. “I’ve been waiting to taste you,”
You’re practically naked, the shirt had been pushed up to your ribs not long after you had laid down. He pressed open-mouthed kisses down your stomach and just before he reached your core turned to lick the mess he had caused on your thighs. He bites down on your inner thigh, no doubt leaving a bruise before finally making his way back up to your core. You groaned arching into him as he sucked on your clit. “Fuck Jose,” You hiss your pussy is swollen and overstimulated from the orgasms.
“Can you handle more baby? I just want one more.” Your answer is peeling his sweats down his body, grabbing a handful of his toned ass. His hard cock jumps leaking precum over his stomach. He groans as you gasp him firmly rubbing his arousal over the tip causing him to shudder against you. He moves back up to kiss your lips before reaching for the drawer of the coffee table and pulling out a condom. He rolls it over his length, pumping himself a few times before nestling himself between your thighs cock prodding your entrance.
He had worked you up so well that he slid in easily with one thrust. You both groan at the tight fit, your walls clenching around him. The sex is much like the earlier foreplay, slow and deliberate. It doesn’t last too long with how long Joe had been holding back, but it doesn’t need to. Your body is putty in his hands, sensitive and clenching around his dick. Your hands travel his back feeling the rippling muscles underneath tan skin marred with white scars. He rubs at your clit while you scratch at his hips trying to get him to move faster. He is stubborn in his maddeningly slow pace. You come hard clenching tightly around him biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He groans, his pace quickening and turning sloppy as he comes pressing deeper into you.
He lies with you for a moment, sharing your air and trying to catch his breath. All too soon he is giving you a sweet forehead kiss and getting to take care of the condom. You get up to clean yourself, using the bathroom. He comes in not long after to brush his teeth and steer you to bed. You lay together your body still humming with all the endorphins firing. You stroke his arms feeling your body flush from his body heat. “Thank you, Joe. I needed that.”
He chuckled tugging playfully at your hair. “Sometimes una chica bonita solo necesita un poco más de atención and football.”
There it is folks, my first SVU imagine, and it had to be with my main man Joe Velasco. I appreciate any feedback! I’m just getting back into the swing of writing. I have a lot I want to write for Velasco including some head cannons that I want to explore.
Translation: a pretty girl just needs a little extra attention
Note about translation: I don't speak Spanish, and this is from Google Translate. So, it may be incorrect. Please let me know if it isn't and I will correct it. Thanks all!
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Clandestine meetings and longing stares
With velasco?🙏🏻
Joe didn’t mean to fall in love. It was meant to be a one-night thing, something that happened after a couple of drinks, a way to blow off steam after a crazy case. The thing is it keeps happening, over and over and over again.
Joe can’t seem to help himself, now he’s had a taste he can’t stop.
It doesn’t matter that you’re married, that the two of you work together, all that Joe cares about is the press of your skin when he’s inside of you, loving you the way your husband doesn’t.
He watches the two of you now, you’re in the breakroom in the midst of another fight. Your marriage had been rocky long before he came along and it’s only getting worse. When your husband storms out of the breakroom, his eyes are on Joe. He can see the fury in them, the rage and he realises in that moment that Mike Duarte knows exactly what his wife’s been up to and with who.
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Don't Blame Me Ch 1
Joe Velasco x reader (slight au)
Warnings: language, flirtation, alcohol and nicotine consumption.
The Punch Bowl wasn’t a place you had been frequenting recently, but it was late, it was open, and you were in dire need of a couple of drinks. The bar was a bit of a dive, though cozy, pool table and dart boards tucked away in the back and various entertainment playing on the multiple televisions around the room. You tugged your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans before dropping down into a seat at the corner end of the bar and flipping through the drink menu. You did your best to give a proper greeting to the bartender, a tired smile on your lips as you ordered a beer and a basket of fries, thanking him for the drink when he returned and you were finally able to take a sip and let the stress of the day melt away.
Your eyes drifted to one of the tv’s that had a game of soccer playing, you weren’t particularly into the sport, but you knew enough to follow along with what was going on and it was nice to just let your brain go numb a bit. The second half was nearly over when the bartender delivered your fries, your stomach growling when the smell of fresh food hit your nose and you realized you hadn’t eaten since breakfast. By the time the game was over you were done your food and onto your second beer, scrolling through your phone for a bit before you let out a soft sigh and finally tore your eyes away from it. That’s when your gaze landed on him, animatedly talking with the bartender like they knew each other, a wicked grin on his face.
Your first thought was that he was gorgeous, dark hair just long enough to grab at, a smile that almost had a hint of danger laced in it, just enough scruff to cover his chin, he was toned, biceps stretching the short sleeves of his shirt, a tattoo peeking out from underneath the fabric on one side. His clothes were casual, but stylish and fitted and you caught yourself wondering what he looked like underneath them. Your gaze flicked up to his face again and you noticed his light eyes were suddenly on you, a smirk spreading across his lips before he winked in your direction and you instantly felt your cheeks heat. You ducked your gaze, running a hand through your hair as you tried to ignore the fact that you’d just gotten caught staring, picking up your phone again to distract yourself.
A minute later a shot of tequila was being slid across the wood to you by the bartender who shot you a smile and nodded over towards the stranger. You picked up the glass as you looked up at the man who was raising his glass towards you then tossed the shot back and you did the same before you smiled back at him, giving him a little salute as a thank you. The bartender was back in front of you a second later to swipe the empty glass from the bar top,
“Kitchen’s doing last call for food, you want anything else?”
“No I’m good.” You replied with a smile, “but I am gonna pop out for a smoke, can you keep an eye on this?” You gestured toward the beer and he nodded.
“Course.” He pulled out a clean coaster to cover the top of the glass.
“Thanks.”
The door swung shut behind you and you took a couple of steps away from the entrance as you pulled the pack of smokes out of your pocket, fishing one out and placing it between your lips. The noise from within the bar went from muffled to louder back to muffled as you dug through your pocket attempting to find the lighter you could’ve sworn you had.
“Need a light?” A voice asked from behind you and you weren’t totally surprised to find the handsome stranger holding up a lighter, his own cigarette already lit.
“Yeah, thanks.” You stepped toward him, heat creeping up the back of your neck when he got even closer to light the smoke himself rather than passing the lighter over. “Thanks for the drink too.”
“You’re welcome.” He grinned, taking a drag, “not sure how I was supposed to resist, gorgeous girl like you.” His free hand reached out, smoothing a piece of your hair that had been caught in the wind back behind your ear and you felt your heart thump in your chest. “Haven’t seen you around here before.”
“I just moved back into the neighbourhood.”
“Lucky neighbourhood.” He grinned, his hand reaching out again, “I’m Jose.”
“Y/n.” You replied, accepting his hand with the expectation of a handshake, instead you felt a fluttering in your chest when he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His hand lingered in yours for a moment, heat surging through your body at the contact before he finally let it go. “I’m glad I came out tonight.”
“Likewise.” You replied with a huff of a laugh, taking another drag of your smoke, “and to think I almost went to Alehouse.”
“Alehouse?” He laughed, “c’mon, that place is full of pretentious hipsters now.”
“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, “that’s all the heads up I need to never go in there again.”
“Good girl.” He grinned down at you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach move south at the praise. “What brought you out tonight?”
“Alcohol.” You replied with a laugh, taking a long drag of your smoke, “and the utter lack of groceries at home.”
“Well you got your food, and I think it’s safe to say I can help with the other. Long day?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Smoke now finished you tossed it to the ground, stubbing it out with your toe.
“Well c’mon.” Jose stubbed his half smoke out on the wall, placing it back in the pack for later, “let’s get you another shot.”
His hand quickly found the small of your back and you welcomed it as he directed you back into the bar. He picked up his own beer from where he had been sitting and nodded toward the end where you’d left your drink, his arm nearly wrapping all the way around your waist by the time you’d found your seat. He flagged down the bartender for another round of shots and once they were done he leaned into the bar, his knees brushing against your own.
“So it’s been a long day, you wanna talk about it?”
“I wanna forget about it.” You replied with a laugh, taking another gulp of your beer.
“Let me guess, bad boss? Or is it bad boyfriend?”
“Both are pretty terrible. Though thankfully it’s ex boyfriend. Piece of shit.”
“Must’ve been to fuck around with a girl like you.” Joe’s hand slid across the bar top, squeezing at yours briefly, “m’sorry.”
“Not your fault.” You shot him a small smile, “he was a jerk, I learnt a lesson.”
“Want me to beat him up?” He offered with a smirk and you laughed.
“If he tries to fuck with me again, sure.”
“You say the word and it’s done.” He offered and you chuckled again.
“You sure are gung ho for someone you just met.”
“Somethin’ about you… you’re different, alluring, captivating. I wanna know everything there is to know about you.”
“Oh come on.” You laughed, swatting at his arm, “I’m not that interesting.”
“You are. Not to mention you are that beautiful.” He replied with a smile and you couldn’t help but blush.
“And what about you?” You asked over the rim of your glass before taking a sip, “you don’t have a million girls chasing after you?”
“Doesn’t matter if I don’t want ‘em.” He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder, “look around, they’re young and drunk, throwing themselves at whoever’ll pay attention to them. No self respecting guy wants that. Besides, you were actually watching the game earlier.”
You let out a quiet laugh, ducking your gaze before looking up at him, “I hate to admit it, but I do know the bare minimum about soccer, it’s just a nice way to empty my brain after a long week.”
“Not soccer,” he chuckled, “fútbol.”
“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, “I know basically nothing about fútbol.”
“Not a sports girl then?” He asked with a raised brow.
“I always liked baseball.” You replied with a shrug, “easy enough to understand, I like a good summer day out in the stands.”
“You ever play?”
“Not since school.”
His eyes flicked past you to the back of the bar, a grin still present on his lips, “how do you feel about pool?”
“That I’m so abysmal at it I wouldn’t even want to subject you to witnessing that.”
“What about darts?” He asked, a smirk on his lips, “you know anything about them?”
You smiled, glancing over your shoulder to the dart boards, “enough to make it a challenge for you.”
“A girl who knows how to play the right games.” It was his turn to chuckle, draining his beer before ordering another round, “you really are my type.”
When Joe picked up his beer you followed his lead, wandering over to where the dart boards were, claiming one of the high top tables as your own while he grabbed the darts. He sauntered back over to you, lifting the case up in your direction and you shook your head with a small laugh.
“Why don’t you show me how it’s done? Gotta learn from the best after all.”
He chuckled, stepping forward and gently pinching your chin, “add manners and flattery to the list, you really are the whole package aren’t you darlin’?” You let out a breath in response, ducking your gaze as your cheeks burned, “oh c’mon, don’t get shy on me now.” He teased, “you’re cute as hell when you blush.”
“Jose…” you laughed, swatting at his chest before he stepped away, smirk still on his lips as he turned toward the dart board to make his first throw.
His first two shots landed in the inner ring, his third landing a single bullseye, earning a round of gentle applause from you. After collecting the darts he turned back to you with a slightly smug grin, passing the darts over to you.
“And here I was thinking you’d go easy on me.” You teased and he laughed, his hands finding your hips as he stepped around you, holding you flush to his chest.
“Sweetheart I’m not gonna take it easy on you until you’re begging me to stop.” He husked into your ear and you felt yourself tingling as your heart began to thump in your chest. One of his hands remained on your hip as the other trailed up your arm, “the trick to darts is the stance.” He stepped impossibly closer to you, turning your hips ever so slightly to angle them, his breath hot on your neck when he spoke, the smell of his cologne invading your senses to the point you almost couldn’t think straight. “But don’t forget about the follow through on the throw.”
He guided your hand back, slowly letting you take control of the dart before it was thrown into the board, landing in the inner circle.
“Good girl.” He murmured, his hands moving back to your waist, resting there while you transferred the second dart to your throwing hand.
You were completely unsure if what he was doing was an attempt to help you, an attempt to throw you off your game, or if it was just an excuse to get his hands on you, but you certainly weren’t complaining no matter what his motives were. Your second throw landed you a single bullseye, and your final throw landed you a double bullseye, right in the middle of the board.
“Fuck…” he muttered, pinching at your waist, “this beginner’s luck or is your aim actually that good?”
You let out a low laugh, turning in his hands, your fingers slipping through his belt loops, “oh… I’m just that good.”
It was your turn to fluster him, the smirk on your lips and darkening look in your eyes enough to drive him insane. He thought you were cute when you were blushing, but hot as fucking hell when you were cocky and he wanted to see more of it.
“If you’re this good at darts I should take you to the range next.”
“Yeah?” You raised a brow, your eyes flicking up and down his face, “golf or guns? Cause I’m terrible at one but you’re gonna have to guess.”
“A little mystery makes things more fun.” He offered up with a grin.
“Funny, I’ve heard the same thing about danger…” You shot him a wink before finally turning away, walking to the board to collect the darts to pass back to him, “your turn pretty boy.”
The game continued, although neither of you were actually keeping score, no one cared about points tonight. Joe took every advantage that he could, hands resting on your hips as he moved around you, brushing the small of your back, lingering in yours each time you exchanged the darts. There was no doubt that he was a big flirt, and an even bigger charmer, and one that very easily snuck his way under your skin. Neither of you even realized how much time had passed until they were doing last call.
“Oh fuck.” You laughed, glancing at your phone, “I’ve gotta be up early, I should really get going.”
“I’ll flag you a cab.” Joe replied, finishing the last of his beer as you did the same, pocketing your phone.
“I’m not far, I was just gonna walk.” You replied.
“Then I’ll walk ya.”
“You sure?” Your brow furrowed and his arm slunk around your waist again.
“Absolutely. It’s late, dark out there. Can’t have you walking around alone, it’s not safe.”
“Alright.” You agreed with a smile, the warmth from his hand on your back surging through your whole body as the two of you exited the bar onto the city streets.
It was warmer than one would have expected for late April, but the breeze still blew through the streets, pulling a little shiver from you and Jose pulled you closer to him, heat radiating from his body to yours. While you were waiting to cross Greystone Ave his arm slipped into yours, fingers interlacing with your own and you let out a happy sigh at the feeling. True to you word, you were only a fifteen minute walk from the bar, slowing your pace as you approached your building.
“This would be me.”
“Nice place? I’ve heard good things about the building.”
“Yeah, semi renovated, decent rent, can’t complain.” Still holding his hand you leant back against the brick wall.
“I look forward to seeing it one day.” He grinned and you laughed, prodding at his chest.
“Smooth talker.”
“Lemme see your phone.” He reluctantly dropped your hand, raising his up and you tugged the device out of your pocket, unlocking it for him, watching as he put his own number in, texting himself so he’d have your number too. “There.” He handed it back to you, “you ever need a walk home, you text me, alright?”
“I will.” You smiled up at him, placing the phone back into your pocket, “thank you. I had a great time tonight.”
“Me too.” He reached out, hand stroking your cheek, “it’s not every night I find someone better at darts than me.”
“Nothing’s wrong with a little competition.” You replied, stifling back a yawn.
“Keeps me humble.” He chuckled, the hand on your cheek tilted your head ever so lightly so he could leave a tender kiss on your cheek. “looks like I’ve tired you out, get upstairs, get some rest.”
“I do think I’ve stayed out past my curfew.” You laughed back, squeezing at his hand softly when it slipped off your face.
“Sweet dreams Chiquita.” He kissed the side of your head, nudging you towards the apartment door.
“Good night Jose.”
With a soft smile and heat on your cheeks you finally turned away from him, unlocking the apartment door and heading inside. He waited until you were stepping into the elevator, disappearing from his view before he made his own leave, pulling out the half done cigarette from earlier to smoke on his way home.
If there was one thing that he was certain about, it was that he had been meant to meet you that night, that he was determined to not let you end up being one that got away. You were a force to be reckoned with, he could tell that under that somewhat shy demeanour there was fire, passion, someone who could keep up with him but also be the one to bring him back down to earth when he needed it.
Upstairs in your apartment, you started to get undressed and when you pulled your shirt over your head you were hit with another strong whiff of Joe’s cologne. Letting out a small sigh you breathed it in before tossing the shirt to the laundry pile and pulling on pyjamas so you could crawl into bed. Something in your gut had told you to stop on the way home tonight, to turn left instead of right and you were starting to think that it wasn’t the need for a drink, but the fate of crossing paths with Jose. That he was the person your life needed, especially right now, and the world was doing you a favour by dropping him right into your lap.
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I’m here for you
Joe Velasco X Reader
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Y/N POV
Me and Joe had this will they wont they thing going on for a while now. You felt like the vibes were there but it was hard because he was a quiet guy.
You also were a little reserved so no one had the guts to talk to each other. But slowly by surely the two of you opened up to each other. Talking and texting every chance you got.
It had only been a couple of months and you were head over heels in love.
Lately thought he had gone through a rough patch and you were trying to be there for him without stepping on toes.
Olivia our captain was against me even talking to him. Which i personally didn’t understand.
I Mean I know what he was accused of but i think we all deserve the benefit of the doubt.
I mean just become someone decided to secretly record an interview we should all turn on him. I feel like he deserved to tell his side of the story.
I let everyone in the unit how I was feeling about the situation which was causing a lot of heat in the unit.
“Y/N what did I tell you about staying away” Captain Benson asked.
“All i did was text him to make sure he was doing that’s all” I said
“You disobeyed my orders i told you flat out no communication” She said
“I didn’t ask about the case or anything he’s my friend I ‘m not going to turn my back on him especially when he needs people now” I said in a defensive manner.
Cap just looked at me and I could tell she was trying to find the right next words to say to me.
“Listen to me I am saying this because you are a great detective and you have a great career ahead of you and you need to stay focused okay” She told me
The words she said to me kind of irritated me a little bit but i kept my composer and bit my tongue. I didn’t want to start a fight and cause more tension.
“I understand cap” was all you could muster out at the moment.
“Your dismissed the days over just go home and get some rest and think about what I said.” She said.
“Yes Ma’am thank you” I said
She put her glasses on and started pulling some papers out of her giant stack she had and started focusing on them.
Finn and Amanda both looked at me with worried look on their faces. I think when I walked out I looked a little mad and upset.
“You know she’s right you just gotta focus on you at the moment” Amanda said
Something in you broke a little and what ever you had been pushing down had worked it way up.
Because you looked over at them sitting in their desk and then spoke out
“I find that a bit ironic considering your history of dating you and Nick Aamaro and then getting pregnant by Lt Murphy who you were under by the way. Me and Velscao are friends and im finding it pretty messed up that were just supposed to turn our back on a friend” You snapped.
Finn looked surprised as hell and Amanda was taken back and not sure on what to say next. Which you didn’t even bother giving her the chance.
You quickly gathered your stuff and then headed out. In the background you heard Finn say
“Just let go and let’s go home” He said
You walked out the squad room and headed downstairs. You were to worked up to even wait for the elevator.
You ran down the stairs and then headed out the front door. The fresh air hitting you in the face made you instantly feel a little better. You just headed to the car and threw your stuff in.
You didn’t even think about going home you just began driving. You tried to clear your head to make you feel a little better. ]
Your stomach started growling and you decided to stop for some dinner. There was a local diner that Joe introduced you to.
You pulled up and got out and walked in . It was pretty quiet and you were thankful for not having to deal with people.
You sat in the booth you and Joe always sat in. You were looking at the menu but not really even paying attention.
You tried to push back frustration tears from everything going on. Suddenly a man wearing a hoodie sat across from you which scared the crap out of you
“Omg what the hell” You asked
You heard a familiar laugh and then calmed down immediately when you realized who it was.
“Joe what the hell are you doing here” You asked
You looked up at him he gave you a sad look.
“I guess i just wanted to see you” He said
“Yeah me to but how did you know I was here” You asked
“Because I know you I figured you were just getting off of work and was probably hungry so you came here and sat in our booth” Joe said
You blushed and smiled at him knowing you so well. Or were you that predictable you thought
“How are you with everything” You asked
“It’s been hard you know having to turn on Chilli and not also you know” Joe said
“ you know what” You asked
“Not being able to talk to you. You have no idea how long I have been wanting to talk to you and see you it killed me” Joe said
“It’s not fair that Cap thinks she can just dictate our personal lives you know I missed you to a lot I have been wanting to see you It killed me too not beng able to see you” You told him.
“I don’t want to bring you down with me” Joe said
“You wouldn’t do that I’m here for everything the good and the bad” You said grabbing his hand.
He took your hand and looked up at you and smiled and gave your hand a squeeze.
“I’m here for you always” you said to him
“I know and that’s the problem he said
Your face kind of dropped and it was hard not to feel hurt.
Joe noticed your face and took his other hand and grabbed your free one and squeezed both of them together.
“It’s not like that i don’t wanna drag you down with me I love you to much” He said
You gave him a surprised look followed by a smile
“You love me” You questioned
He laughed a little bit.
“I’m being serious” you said pouting
“I know me to I’m trying to tell you I love you. Like more than friends you know and I don’t wanna be the reason your career goes up in flames” He said
“Listen here Joe Velscao” you said
“Oh my whole government name it’s serious” Joe said smiling
“Shut the hell up and listen I love you so much and you are the best part of me and I am a better person and detective because of you know and I know it’s only been a couple of month but when you know you know and I just know” You said rambling towards the end.
Joe leaped towards you and kissed you hard. You kissed him back and you were both smiling in each other’s faces.
The kiss broke and he sat down.
“Listen Y/N i love you so much and like you said when you know you know and I do feel that way about you which is why I wanna protect you” Joe said
“I’m here i’m a big girl we are going to figure this out together but you gotta tell me the truth that stuff you said in the tapes was it true” You asked
“Yeah it is but to a point i’m clean I never touched drugs ever but with the dad and son Chilli covered my ass and I owe that to him to help and try and cover his” Joe said
“I know you feel like that but you also know what ever is going on in the past you gotta close the wound and it should be on your time not anyones else’s okay but you know what the right thing to do is” You said
“I know I know your right and i know what i gotta do i just don’t the accusations and the rush to judgement” Joe said
“I get that and I agree that’s not fair to you and you shouldn’t have to prove who you are after all the hard work you been doing. But this is where we are so you need to go and sit down and talk to Oliva and be honest with everything and let the cards fall where they do” You said
“Yeah you're probably right and I know it’s just hard actually doing it” Joe said
“I will go in with you tomorrow okay i got you. You won’t go in there alone.” You said
“Thank you” Joe said squeezing my hand
“Now let’s eat I’m hungry that’s the whole reason why i’m here” You said laughing
“Yes Ma’am” Joe said
The waitress came back over and the two of you ordered. Of course she knew what you were getting because it was the same old thing.
“So uh after this little confession is this considered a date” You asked
Joe’s face lit up red and he looked up at you and smiled.
“Nah trust me you deserve a much better place than this for our first official date” He said
“Oh you don’t know what you just walked yourself into. Because i am going to take you to the most expensive restaurant i can in New York” You said laughing
“Oh you the person who orders the most basic food ever you wouldn’t even eat the nice food so good luck with that” Joe said laughing
“Don’t worry about me” You said smirking.
You both couldn’t contain your laughter of that. Joe really loosened up and relaxed and you both dropped the work conversation after that. T
alking about everything from your favorite shows you would watch together.
The food came out just a little bit later and you both shoved your faces with food. It was either really good or you were really hungry.
The rest of the night you both laughed and talked. You also couldn’t help but wonder how Liv was going to take you defying her orders but that didn’t matter right now.
Because there is no one else you would rather be with than Joe. Nothing could keep the two of you apart from each other.
No matter what happed the two of you would always be there for each other
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