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Unfinished Nevada for prompt: “Use your words.”
There is literally no editing or even trying to take this out of brain dump form, but enjoy!
Nevada:
She had shown up at his place late at night, arguing about some woman from the club, and he’s smirking. He knows what she’s really there for, and oh she’s jealous. She wants him. She’s flushed, denying it. (maybe she had watched as he fucked some girl in the VIP area and he had held her eyes the whole time, and she clearly was turned on and didn’t leave. Just kept watching until he was coming) He’s in his office, sitting on the front edge of the desk, legs spread as some girl blows him. he’s got a hand in her hair, guiding her on his cock, the other gripping the edge of the desk. The door was just wide open and she came looking for him and he raises his head to meet her, head had been tipped back, throat working, and he straightens out, meeting her gaze from across the room. Holds eye contact as he rolls his hips and she keeps sucking him off, meeting agent’s eyes until she breaks and looks away, leaving
She catches him getting blown. When she shows up later he’s an ass asking if she wanted sloppy seconds and she’s going off on him that they can’t retain her cover if he’s fucking other girls and he laughs like you think I wouldn’t fuck other girls? They argue and she goes to shove him back and he catches her wrist and uses it to push her back against the wall and press into her
“Please. If I wanted you, like it would be hard.”
He backs her up until he’s crowding her against the wall, their hips pressed together so she can feel him hard through his pants, one hand pressed to the wall next to her head, the other on her waist, his lips next to her ear. She’s overwhelmed by the heat and scent and strength of him.
Ohh i’ll fuck you, princessa. But I’m going to need to hear you say it. Admit you want me, admit you go home and think about my cock, how it’ll feel splitting you open. Admit how wet you got watching him fuck that bitch in the club. Admit you want me so badly that you’ll overlook everything you hate me for, throw away all those morals and ethics you claim to have, just to get a taste.
You don’t get to pretend this is anything else. No one is taking anything by force.
Use your words. Tell me exactly how far you’re willing to fall.
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Law and Order: SVU and Trouble in the Heights Ficlet
AN: This is a ficlet that I wrote months ago and just remembered about recently.
“I want the other detective.”
“Sadly, we don’t always get what we want.”
Nevada Ramirez leaned forwards in his seat, “People don’t often tell me no.” There were no cuffs around his wrists which worried you more than when Liv explained that he had voluntarily walked into the 16th precinct.
You made a non-committal noise, “First time for everything.”
He snorted derisively and then narrowed his eyes, “You remind me of someone.”
Disregarding his statement, you tried to ignore the fact that he and Rafael looked identical because the longer you dwelled on that thought, the longer you wondered if they were identical in other aspects.
The two of you sat in silence until Nevada chuckled softly, “I know who you remind me of.”
Despite the feeling of foreboding in your chest, you decided to play along, “Who do I remind you of?”
A dangerous smirk blossomed on Nevada’s face, “Your uncle. The former DEA agent, Norman Stansfield.”
You fought to control your breathing. It wasn’t exactly hidden that you were related to that man since Cragen had to reveal it in the past but your connection to the former DEA agent wasn’t public knowledge either. Only the people in this precinct knew and they had been sworn to secrecy by a very irate Cragen.
You stood up abruptly as you realised the implications of what Nevada was saying and why he had just waltzed into the precinct.
“Thank you for your time.” You stated before pivoting on your heel and striding out of the interrogation room.
“What was that about?” Liv questioned.
“We’ve got a mole.”
#my writing#my fics#law and order svu x trouble in the heights#olivia benson#female reader#nevada ramirez#law and order#trouble in the heights
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This scene was so uncomfortable and sad to watch but I’ll suffer it for Raúl. (I say as I make gifs of it)
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Direct Payment
Pairing: Nevada Ramirez x female reader
Warning: violence, technically a little noncon but not to Y/N
WC: 1555
Tag List: I'm not tagging anyone because this is gross, but I want it off my WIP list
“What do you mean you used it? You used all of it? You were supposed to sell it, pendejo!” the king of the heights, Nevada Ramirez, spat out while he grabbed the man’s face and squeezed while two of his men held the man’s arms. “I want my money.”
The man looked panicked, his eyes darting around his apartment, hoping for a miracle.
“Well, pendejo? How do you propose I get what’s owed to me?” Nevada questioned.
Before the man could answer he heard a miracle arrive.
“John? Are you here?” you called out as you walked into the room. “What the hell is going on?”
Nevada smirked at John before turning to you. “Hola, Mamí.”
You were wearing a cami and a pair of shorts and sweating from the lack of AC in this cheap apartment. “You want an autograph, pendejo?” you asked as you watched Nevada’s gaze run completely up your body.
Nevada smiled and looked at your face.
“Her. You can fuck my girlfriend if you let me live, Nevada” John cried.
“What the literal hell, John? You’re selling drugs again and now you want me to cover your debt? He’s hot, but are you really that stupid?”
Nevada smiled, “Boys, take him to the bedroom. Tie him down. Make sure he’s ready.” He turns and looks at you. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re about to kill John and I’m about to never step foot in this apartment again,” you answered.
“What about his deal? I hate him. You hate him. We could mess with his head,” Nevada smiled.
John had always been a liar, but the sex was good enough for you to stay. You really didn’t care about John and this guy was seriously hot. You could tell he was dangerous. “So you want me to do what? Lay there and let you fuck me to… what? Hurt him?”
“Do you trust me?” Nevada asked.
“Not in the slightest,” you said coldly.
“Smart. No harm will fall to you and I’ll leave you with a little gift. No strings attached.”
You think for a second. John has been getting lazy lately, probably the drugs, and you hadn’t gotten any in a while. “Fine, but no bitch, slut, whore, or anything like that. John’s the pissant and you will fuck me with respect.”
Nevada smiled and reached into his back pocket. He placed a folded stack of hundreds into your back pocket. He pulled out and tapped your ass lightly, “Pleasure doing business with you.”
Well now I feel like a whore.
Nevada walked towards the bedroom and closed the door behind you. You see John tied to the bed, spread eagle with his head to the foot of the bed. He is naked with the exception of a piece of his kit, the rubber surgical hose, tied tightly around his thigh and around the base of his cock and balls. Clearly in pain you notice that John has a few open wounds on his body surrounded by bruising.
“Great job, boys!” Nevada smiled. “Now, go in the living room and let me talk with him.” Nevada's men walked out to the front and closed the door behind them.
“Beer is in the fridge, guys. The Coronas are Johns, drink them first!” you yelled. The boys cheered.
“Now, puta, what have you done?” Nevada asks John.
“I used your drugs Nevada,” John replied.
“Correct. Now, if you had my money this would be no problem. However you are an insect on the shit that is this block. You could never pay me for the quarter kilo you took from me.”
“No, sir, never. That’s why you should fuck Y/N. Her pussy is cash.”
You frown and then slap John. “You’re a real piece of shit, John.”
Nevada laughs, “I spoke with Y/N and she is agreeable to finally have a man treat her with the respect and care that she deserves. You’re going to watch.”
“Hey, I never said I would wa…” Nevada slaps John hard.
“You have no power here.”
John's whine was ignored. Nevada looked at you and asked. “Please strip, Y/N.”
You began removing your clothes until you stood there completely naked. Your skin glistening in the open window light made Nevada’s eyes open wider and John’s filled with a single tear. “Y/N, will you please hand me a pair of John’s underwear from the dirty clothes?”
Confused, you handed him a pair. Nevada folded them up and shoved them into John’s mouth. “Putas don’t talk, they watch. Y/N, would you please hop on the bed. I’d love it if that cute little pussy was held right above John’s head, please.”
You climb over John with your pussy over his nose. You suddenly feel Nevada start to eat you out from behind.
“Fuck! Yes. Oh my god, that’s new!”
Nevada pulled out for a moment, “John, keep your eyes open. You’ll learn something.”
Picking up on Nevada’s vibe you add, “Maybe if you didn’t… didn’t use all that prod… product you’d be able to make me make these noises.” You gushed and felt Nevada’s smile on your lips as you became even more wet.
“Are you ready, Y/N?”
“I’m so close, Nevada, finish me.”
“I’m told I’m a better finisher with my cock.”
“Then give me that cock,” you looked behind you and saw Nevada opening his button down shirt and rolling up his sleeves. He removed his pants and underwear to show you his enormous dick. How am I going to fit that in me? you wondered.
“Don’t worry I’ll go slow.” Nevada smiled and looked down at John. “Ever seen one this big before?” Nevada smacked John in the face with his cock. “I’m a little dry. I need to prepare this for Y/N.” He looked down at his cock and rested it and his balls on John’s face. He looks down and spits on his cock intentionally missing a few times. “Sorry John, I missed.” Nevada then rubs his erect cock over John’s face. “Ready, Mamí?”
Not noticing that you had been rubbing your clit furiously to prepare for that. You sigh, “Yes, but slowly, Papi.”
John’s eyes widen and Nevada chuckles, “Si mi gatita.”
Nevada put his tip into your slit and you moaned loudly, embellishing only slightly. “God that’s huge. Be careful, I’ve never had anything that wide in me.”
John began to struggle.
Nevada slowly continued to insert himself into you. Feeling your walls trapping and wrapping his cock into you. You moaned in pain for only a moment until the endorphins kicked in and you surrendered to the pleasure.
“Papi, please,” you begged.
As soon as Nevada heard that he stopped. Feeling the stretch on his cock and the quick breathing of John’s nose on the lowest point of his balls. Nevada then bottoms into you.
“That’s too much.”
“You can take it, gatita.”
You calmed and felt wide open, “I’m ready, Papi.”
“That’s my gatita,” Nevada slowly started to pump in and out of you.
“Fuckfuckfuck” you yipped and he continued to piston into and out of what feels like your soul. “Papi, I’m ready for more.”
Nevada doesn’t stop and begins to more quickly fuck you until he starts feeling like a jackhammer. “John never could fuck me like this.”
Nevada laughs and grips into your hips. Held onto you as his full balls slapped and punched into John’s face.
“You know I’ll be ruined after this, John. I can’t accept tiny cocks like yours anymore,” you inform John.
“Gatita, I am close. Dónde?”
“In me. I never let John, but I’ll let a real man mark me.”
With three more hard and deep pumps, Nevada emptied into you.
Feeling this fullness pushed you over the edge and you came hard on his cock.
“FUCK, it was so close,” you quiver. Nevada takes this time to pull out and let his limp cock lay on John’s face.
“Deal. Gatita, stay there for a moment. I want to watch it slide out of you.”
“Ok.” You reply as you can feel the load slide out from you. Knowing what Nevada wants you squeeze the rest of the load out onto John’s face. You then jump from the bed.
“You’re a god. Much better than John.”
“You’re a goddess. Top 10, no questions.”
The moment was ruined as John struggled with his binding. You put your clothes back on and looked to Nevada, “So what now?”
“Well…” Nevada picks up your phone from the floor. “You dropped this,” he fiddled with the phone before handing it to you. “This is my personal number. If he contacts you again, let me know. Also, let me know if you’d ever like another round with Papi.”
“Yes, sir. Now what about him?”
“Oh yes, my mistake. Boys!” Nevada’s men walked in and picked up the mattress and carried it to the fire escape. “Should I kill him, Y/N?”
“He’s a jerk, but please don’t.”
“Puta, this lady is truly a gracious goddess. Thank her for letting you live.”
John is silent. One of Nevada’s men punches him in the stomach so hard he coughs up the underwear.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
“Leave him on the fire escape, boys. So, Y/N, are you hungry?”
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All I’m saying is ofc this man plays guitar
Cause how could he not be perfect in every sense of the word…
Smh why does he have to be so amazing 💙
#rafael barba#raul esparza#raúl esparza#this man#who allowed him to look like this?#i love him#ada barba#love it#damnnn#like ugh#sexy af#frederick chilton#dr. chilton#law and order svu#law and order: svu#law and order: special victims unit#nevada ramirez#trouble in the heights
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#raul esparza#raúl esparza#me myself i and yours truly#appareils-futiles#bryan kneef#nevada ramirez#the good fight#trouble in the heights#personal#leniinero
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Tagged by: @cicada-candy
Last Song:
Currently watching: Law and Order SVU S16E20
Three Ships: UUUUHHHHHH Clannibal???? Rollisi??????Barson???!?!?! (WHY WAS THAT SO HARD)
Favourite colour: green or purple
Currently consuming: Jameson and alot of it because studying gets me panicking
First ship: Probably Clannibal
Last movie: Trouble in the heights (does Company count as a movie??)
Currently working on: Not myself or my study but a WIP of all the side profiles of my comfort characters
Tagging (only if you want too) @hauntedandmurdered @music-shall-caress-you
#being alive makes me curl up on the ground and cry#TEARS#CRYING#being alive#company#bobby company#phantom of the opera#trouble in the heights#law and order#svu#barson#rollisi#clannibal#bobby just like me fr#Spotify
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I'm in a dilemma...
I wanna watch Trouble in the Heights, because Raúl Esparza (aka the love of my life) is in it, but I can only find it on Apple TV, and I refuse to give Apple my money... but I wanna see Raúl be a bad, bad man 🤣
#personal#a glimpse into manic!stardusts life#raul esparza#trouble in the heights#I ain't getting Apple TV
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speaking of trouble in the heights i only watched it for the first time like two days ago and it was like. okay. but when i tell u i got the fucking WIND knocked out of me hearing raúl esparza's character say the n word like five times in under a minute 😭😭😭
#and then said a latino slur IMMEDIATELY after😭😭#it was such an unnecessary set of lines too 😭#like i had to take a minute dude i was. in shock#and so many (black and non-black) characters had said it already so it should not have been as surprising as it was#but i think i took psychic damage#trouble in the heights#nevada ramirez#raúl esparza
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Nevada Ramirez: A King’s Ransom Masterlist
(Everything marked with an asterisk (*) should be considered 18+ only)
(Featuring Nevada Ramirez and F!Reader)
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° Part Nine *
° Part Ten *
° Part Eleven *
° Part Twelve *
° Part Thirteen *
° Part Fourteen *
° Part Fifteen *
#nevada ramirez#nevada ramirez imagine#nevada ramirez x reader#nevada ramirez x you#trouble in the heights#trouble in the heights fanfiction#tropes-and-tales
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*Nevada Ramirez has now entered the chat*
#raúl esparza#raul esparza#life is short and nevada ramirez is hot#Nevada Ramirez#trouble in the heights
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Mystery of Dreams and Reality - Part 5
AN: This is the last part of the Wishes and Potions series. Thank you to everyone who has engaged with this series and I hope you enjoy the finale!
This fic contains: swearing, Nevada, and Norman are their own warnings, mention of arranged marriage, smut, fingering (female receiving), hints of sub-Norman, cum tasting, unprotected sex (p in v), mentions of pain, spoilers for Harry Potter books, mentions of mafia/gang business and violence. There are also two references to Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness and references to previous installments in this fic.
Spanish translations:
He escuchado mucho sobre ti - I've heard a lot about you
Sobrinos - nephews
You returned to Grimmauld Place following your chat with Severus with a heavy heart and a melancholy air. The Potions Master of Hogwarts had given you plenty to think about and while the information he revealed to you didn’t place you or anyone else in immediate danger, the reveal of information had you feeling like an ant on a leaf adrift at sea.
Initially, while your friend had been interested in what you were telling him, he hadn’t fully believed it until you explained that there had been some marks left on your body from your last encounter with Sirius’ doppelgängers. Severus’ fingers had spasmed on the table on top of some unmarked essays and in a hoarse voice he demanded to know how long the Weasley twins had left the vial in the sun for.
Severus’ reaction caused you to lose some of your own composure and after a few seconds, you managed to reply that you weren’t sure how long the vial had been left in the sun for. You were tempted to tell Severus your estimate about how long the vial had been left in the sun but just in the nick of time, you remembered your friend’s speeches about how potions was an art that required precision so you held your tongue.
Severus’ hands trembled as he explained that there were some potioneers and runes scholars that believed in the multiverse theory. In a quieter voice than usual, Severus continued to explain that his mastery in potions had taught him just how much of a pivotal role the sun played in the growth of ingredients and life in general and how too much sunlight could, in theory, cause a witch or wizard to experience the multiverse. Essentially by leaving the vial in the sun for too long, the Weasley twins had unknowingly increased the amount of sunlight which led to the situation you and Sirius now found yourselves in.
Your mind was reeling. Not because you were shocked at the fact that there were some scholars that believed that your world was one of many. No, the reason for your shock was that Severus was implying that in many of these alternate realities, different versions of you were actually in relationships with different versions of Sirius and the dreams that you were having were actually situations occurring at that exact moment.
By the time you returned to Grimmauld Place, the sky had darkened considerably and you felt a pang of guilt that you had left Sirius alone for so long in Number 12. Even though he had had his trial at the Ministry of Magic and been officially cleared of causing the deaths of James and Lily Potter, causing that explosion in the street, the deaths of the twelve Muggles, and being an unregistered Animagus, Sirius had elected to stay in Number 12 until the end of the school term when the both of you would take Harry on a vacation.
You knew it wasn’t easy for him to be back in Number 12 because there were so many negative memories attached to the place. Before the incident with the potions vial, you had suggested that Sirius move in with you. Sirius had leapt at the idea and that was when he decided that he would sell the place after your holiday.
Your worries about Sirius being alone for too long dissipated slightly when you heard him talking to Harry.
��The only fireplace is in the Dining Room and Sirius isn’t a fan of Floo calls. He’ll do it if he really has to, like he did last year when he wanted to speak to Harry about the Tournament but if Sirius has a choice, he’d much rather use any other method. He’s probably using the twin of the two-way mirror that he gave Harry earlier this year.”
Not wanting to interrupt Sirius’ conversation with his godson, you pulled one of the chairs near the dining table towards you and sat down on it. Minutes later, you heard Sirius saying goodbye to Harry and you stood up from the chair.
You heard Sirius calling your name so you quickly returned the chair to its original position and climbed the stairs that led to Sirius’ bedroom. The animagus was sitting on his bed and as soon as he saw you, he moved backwards, opened his legs a bit more and patted the space in front of him.
You obliged and the second that you sat down, Sirius wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“How did your visit go?”
You sighed and recounted what Severus had told you.
Sirius was quiet and when you twisted around slightly to see the expression on his face, you noticed that his expression was a mixture of thoughtfulness and intrigue. At the same time, you felt his arms tighten around you.
“Well, I guess this proves it,” Sirius commented eventually.
“This proves what?” You asked.
“That I love you in every universe.”
You frowned as you thought of the first dream you had, the one with Doctor Zachary Smith. Sirius seemed to be thinking along the same lines you were.
“Based on what you have told me, that version of me did love you just….” Sirius paused as he searched for the right way to describe his thoughts, “Not enough to give up on his nefarious plans.”
You weren’t sure what to say in response to that and so, you just leant into Sirius’ embrace.
“Hold me please,” you begged in a whisper. “I’m not sure what to expect tonight.”
Sirius acquiesced and your last thought before you drifted off in his arms moments later was that you would definitely be returning the favour when Sirius experienced his dreams of his alternate selves as they interacted with the other versions of you.
You reopened your eyes to see your cousin Malky standing outside the door to your apartment.
“Remind me why I agreed to this again?” You grumbled as you stepped out of your apartment and locked the door behind you. Malky stepped aside to give you some space. While it was no secret in your family what Malky did for a living and who he really worked for, he was always the protective cousin when it came to you.
Which made the situation that you found yourself in (because of your cousin) all the more unusual.
Malky rolled his eyes and glanced up and down the corridor furtively before speaking, “A business deal went south and one…employee from Ramirez’s team offended one of my colleagues. When he realised what he’d done, he fled south in an attempt to explain things but the business deal was irreparable. Ramirez wants our teams to be able to work together which is why he’s organised this function. He knows that he would be the one who would lose more if our teams didn’t collaborate effectively.”
You had to hand it to your cousin; he was good with words. You supposed that came from who he dealt with on a daily basis. If an outsider with no knowledge of the world Malky was a part of had been listening in, they would have simply assumed that Malky was talking about two competing businesses.
But you knew better.
“Look,” your cousin continued. “Cards on the table here. The boss appreciates what you’re doing for me. I bring you to the party, it reinforces the family ideal that Ramirez wants to promote and your act with Stansfield also shows him that you’re off limits. It might even get him to think twice about how far he is willing to expand his territory.”
“How long is that going to last when he finds out that I’ve never met your boss?” You muttered.
“As long as you can act like you have met the boss and that you are in a relationship with him. We’ve laid the groundwork and we have no doubt that Ramirez has already hacked the server and found out about you.”
“Is this supposed to fill me with confidence?” You asked as you made your way to the street and walked over to the car that Malky indicated. The second you drew near, one of Malky’s team (and you used that word loosely) opened the car door for you.
Malky slid in beside you, “We’d rather not take the chance that Ramirez offers to unite our communities through marriage with one of his own people. There were rumours that he was considering the idea. That’s why I suggested you.”
You closed your eyes, “You know you owe me for this, right?”
“That is crystal clear.” Your cousin shot back, “I promise to make your favourite foods for a month.”
A little appeased, you relaxed into the car seat, “At least.” You smirked at Malky’s resigned expression; he knew you would hold him to his promise. You weren’t sure whether it was a good or bad thing that the drive to the restaurant where you would be meeting Norman Stansfield and Nevada Ramirez along with their men was a short one.
Once you had climbed out of the car, Malky gripped your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He didn’t offer any words of encouragement and you knew that was because in his eyes, him squeezing your hand in support was worth more than any words he could offer.
With a sudden burst of confidence, you strode into the restaurant with Malky by your side. It wasn’t hard to locate the table that Norman Stansfield and Nevada Ramirez were occupying since both men had their men sitting around the restaurant in different booths glaring at each other and staring out of the window.
You noticed that the bosses were complete opposites the second you laid eyes on both of them. Norman wore a tan suit with a white shirt underneath. His hair and beard were a light brown and he seemed to be exaggerating his movements whereas Nevada was dressed completely in black. The only item that he wore that was a different colour was a gold cross around his neck. Your immediate impression of Nevada was that he was very calculating and that he wasn’t one to mince words.
You had no idea what force influenced your actions but upon drawing level with Norman, you reached out a hand and rested it on his shoulder. You didn’t see Malky stiffen next to you and do his best to control his wince.
However, your cousin need not have worried about his boss’ reaction to you touching Norman’s suit-covered shoulder. Without breaking eye contact with Nevada, Norman raised his right arm, hooked it around your waist, and pulled you into his lap.
Nevada didn’t seem surprised by your arrival either and he leant forwards to shake your hand once you had settled yourself in Norman’s lap.
“He escuchado mucho sobre ti,” Nevada greeted you.
Your mind registered the switch to Spanish and you also noticed how Nevada used the informal version of the word you. It was fairly obvious that he was testing you and his statement in Spanish led you to two possible conclusions. One: Nevada wanted to see your reaction to his immediate lack of respect especially since Malky had told you that Norman didn’t speak Spanish. Two: Nevada wanted to see whether you would translate for Norman, Malky and the other men. Doing so would give Nevada an advantage over Norman.
You smirked and didn’t take your eyes off Nevada, “Then I’m sure that you are aware that due to our closeness in age and the fact that we grew up in the same neighbourhood, my cousin and I share the same opinion when it comes to protecting members of our family. The easiest way to protect people is by knowing them. Knowledge is power after all.”
“Spare me your bullshit.” Nevada scoffed, “I’ve seen enough Disney movies with my sobrinos for today.”
“It’s not bullshit,” you replied with your smirk still on your face. Malky’s words about Nevada wanting to uphold the idea of family had just been proven by the man himself. “I know everything about the men that stand behind Norman.”
“You do?” Norman questioned.
You were pretty sure that Malky was fighting to hide a wince and you knew that Norman could take your words to mean that Malky had overshared information about his boss’ business dealings. Thinking quickly, you relaxed against Norman and linked your fingers with the hand that was draped across your body. Hopefully, that would distract the man and you would be able to explain to the crime boss underneath you that you were bluffing.
“Oh?” Nevada queried at the same time.
Knowing you only had one chance at this and that Nevada wanted an example; you inclined your head. “I know all of Norman’s men are loyal to him and only him,” your words were just as much an attempt to convince Nevada as they were to convince Norman that Malky hadn’t done anything wrong.
“I also know,” you continued, “that you had a bit of trouble with three of your men in the club that you own trying to swindle you out of some of your profit.”
Nevada hummed, “By any chance, would you happen to know what I did to those men?”
You paused for a moment before you answered the clearly loaded question, “Rest assured, you and Norman are alike in how you deal with those that betray you.”
Satisfied for the moment, Nevada gestured to the waiter who immediately rushed into the kitchen and returned to serve the food. Throughout the delicious four-course meal, the men discussed matters of territory, alliances, and profits. You and Norman played up the couple act and you did your best to be as convincing and natural as possible, especially when you noticed Nevada’s brooding gaze on you or Norman.
While a tense air persisted throughout the night, you hadn’t really expected an easy evening and most of the tenseness came from when Nevada’s men and Norman’s men interacted with one another.
There was a sense of forced politeness when it came to the interactions and many, many dirty looks but the men couldn’t do any more than that as they didn’t want to risk the anger of their bosses. Thankfully, the night did end and when you climbed into the same car that brought you to the restaurant, you let out a long sigh of relief.
“I couldn’t agree more.” Norman’s voice sounded from inside the car.
“SHIT!” You yelped, “I thought you were Malky!”
“Your reaction made that very clear.” Norman assured you before commanding the driver to start driving. As much as you wished the driver wouldn’t follow Norman’s command so you could get out of the car and try to find your cousin, you knew the driver wouldn’t hesitate to obey Norman’s order.
Norman ran a hand over his beard, “Thank you for tonight.” He inhaled sharply, “I can imagine that it wasn’t easy for you.”
“That’s an understatement,” you chuckled nervously. The confidence that you had displayed in the restaurant was quickly slipping away and you were increasingly aware that you were in the backseat of a car next to Norman Stansfield. That thought reminded you about your cousin.
“Where’s Malky?”
Norman examined you critically, “Is that what you really want to talk about now?”
You regarded him with an unimpressed look.
“You know, you and your cousin have the same I’m-upset-with-you face.”
“Oh, so you’re familiar with it then.”
Norman chuckled, “Malky is safe. He’s in another car and for the record, you’re just like your cousin described you. It’s refreshing. Like the rain during a storm. It’s beautiful.”
The atmosphere in the air tingled with electricity and tension. Except this type of tension had you craving more. You wanted to see how far Norman would go.
His eyes traced your figure before coming to rest on your lips, “(Name)?”
“Yes?” You inquired. You suddenly found yourself breathless.
“Stop me now if you don’t want me to kiss you.”
You licked your lips and watched as his eyes widened then darkened, “You won’t hear those words passing my lips.”
Norman looked like he wanted nothing more than to cup the back of your head in his hand and drag your lips to his yet he appeared to be restraining himself.
“Say it,” the DEA agent croaked. “Say that you want me to kiss you.”
“Why limit ourselves?” You had no idea where this boldness was coming from but you were certainly enjoying the affect that it had on the man across from you.
“Please my beautiful songbird. Say the words and I’ll be yours.”
“I want your lips on mine,” you uttered.
Norman moved so quickly that your heart didn’t even have time to beat. His lips pressed against yours frantically as if he was on a time limit. You found yourself matching his intensity and just as you were regretting the restrictive nature of your seatbelts because you needed Norman to be closer to you, the car stopped abruptly.
Norman gritted his teeth, “Why have you fucking stopped?” He snapped.
“We’ve returned to (Name)’s place of residence, sir.” The terrified driver stammered.
Needing no further incentive to move, you unbuckled your seatbelt and teasingly dragged your hand down Norman’s right shoulder and across his belt buckle, stopping just shy of the bulge you could see forming in his pants.
You shot the man what you hoped was a seductive glance over your shoulder as you opened the door, “Coming?”
The driver coughed to remind you of his presence and Norman was out of the car in a flash. You had just climbed out of the car and shut the door (much to the relief of the driver) when Norman came up beside you. He wrapped his arm around you, like he had at the restaurant, and pulled you into him possessively.
Your brain short circuited and all you could focus on was reaching your apartment as soon as possible. Norman appeared to be as eager as you were and the instant that you had locked your apartment door behind the two of you, Norman pressed you up against the door and claimed your lips in another fiery kiss.
You melted in his embrace and your arms wrapped around his neck relishing in the minimal amount of distance between you. Norman broke away from your lips to kiss and nip across your jaw before nibbling at your ear lobe. You moaned at the action.
Panting, Norman pulled back slightly, “Do you want me to take you here or should we make our way to your bedroom?”
You envied his ability to form coherent sentences.
“Bedroom please,” you gasped out.
Norman stepped forwards and lifted his hands so that he could slide them up your legs. When he reached the top of your thighs, his hands gripped you tightly. The pressure alerted you to the fact that he wanted you to jump. Impulsively, you decided to trust him and with a quick movement, you hooked your legs around his waist.
Norman grunted softly. Once again his eyes trailed up your body and the way he was looking at you caused your breath to hitch. You gave him directions to your bedroom and Norman began to move even before you had finished speaking.
Both of you were very grateful that it didn’t take long for Norman to reach your bedroom.
“Take your clothing off before I rip it off,” Norman growled. His actions were the complete opposite to his words as he carefully removed his suit jacket and shirt. Something in his voice told you that he wasn’t joking about ripping your clothing and because you didn’t want your clothes to meet that particular fate, you obeyed his gruff order.
By the time that you were naked, Norman was bare-chested and working on removing his belt from the loops of his pants. You moved forward and ran your hands down the expanse of his chest. Norman shivered as your hands touched his skin and he let out a low moan. The bulge in his pants grew larger and Norman bit his lip. He brought his hands up and encircled your wrists with his hands.
His chest heaved with each ragged breath that he took as he fixed you with a lustful stare. “Get on the bed now,” he urged.
“Why? Wouldn’t you rather see me on my knees?” You argued, meeting Norman’s eyes with equally lustful expression.
You saw the temptation wash over Norman’s face before it was replaced with a heated glare.
“Bed. Now.” He repeated.
You felt yourself grow wetter at his stern tone and before you could think too much about what you were doing, your body had decided what it wanted to do and you were laying on top of your bed. Barely a second passed and Norman joined you on the bed. Your eyes drunk in the sight of him naked as he slotted himself between your spread legs. Without breaking eye contact, Norman slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. Your clit throbbed at the erotic sight and your nipples pebbled.
With the lightest of touches, Norman dragged his now wet fingertips across your nipples and you arched into the touch. Norman placed his other hand on your stomach to press you down back onto the bed while he used his other hand to trace around your opening, purposefully avoiding your clit.
Norman’s hands on you were electrifying and he seemed to be well aware of that fact because he sent you a sly wink before slipping two fingers into your pussy. The moan that bubbled up from your throat was louder than you expected and it seemed to echo in the room. Norman eased his fingers out of you only to slide them forwards shortly into you again after you whimpered.
It didn’t take long for Norman to find a gradual rhythm that had all of your nerve endings firing. Each time that he slid his fingers out of you, your walls clenched around him in a desperate attempt to keep them inside you. Spots of light danced in your vision when Norman added a third finger.
You grew so used to Norman’s actions that when he removed his fingers from your pussy and used them to circle your clit, you let out a pleasure filled cry and came when he circled your clit the second time.
When your senses returned, you noticed that Norman had wrapped his drenched fingers around his cock and was jerking himself off with his eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly. Your lover’s eyes snapped open when your fingertips moved gently across his sac and up to cover his hand as it stroked his cock.
You felt Norman’s cock throb and precum dribbled from the almost purple tip. Entranced, you watched as it slid down towards Norman’s balls. However before it could continue on its journey, you removed your hand and swiped at the droplet with your finger. Once the drop of precum was on the tip of your finger, you popped that finger into your mouth and savoured the taste of his cum. Then you removed your finger from your mouth with a pop.
Your actions flipped a switch in Norman and after planting a hand on the bed next to your head, he surged forwards and impaled you on his cock. Immediately, your hands flew up to grip onto his shoulders and Norman let out a pleasure filled hiss as your nails dug into his skin. At the same time, you wrapped your legs around his waist and groaned at the change of angle.
Norman needed no further encouragement to move and he panted as his hips quickly found a bruising rhythm. He changed the angle by leaning forwards and reconnecting your mouths. His sudden action caused you to moan into his mouth and Norman’s hips stuttered. He pulled away from your lips and rested his forehead against yours as his hips continued to roll.
Your breaths mingled and you felt your walls begin to flutter around Norman’s cock. The man on top of moved his hand so that his fingers pressed against your clit again and your hips bucked up into the touch. Your walls gripped Norman’s cock tightly and you let out a howl as Norman’s cock swelled inside you. Moments later, Norman’s hips stilled and he let out a loud roar of “FUCK” as his cum spurted out of his cock and into you.
Your still clenching walls milked every drop of cum from his quivering cock. To distract you from the oversensitivity, Norman ran his free hand up and down your body and murmured praises into your skin. When your walls stopped clenching, Norman’s hips slid backwards and he collapsed next to you on his back.
As your heart rate returned to normal, Norman manoeuvred you so that you were laying on his chest with one hand resting over his heart.
“We have to get cleaned up,” you reminded Norman as you yawned.
Your vision went grey before you could hear Norman’s reply and when your eyes reopened, you realised that you were in Sirius’ room, laying down on his bed with Sirius’ arms wrapped protectively around you even as the man slept.
Speaking of the man, he twitched in his sleep and his cock pressed insistently against your backside. Remembering the promise you made to yourself before you fell asleep, you turned in Sirius’ embrace and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I love you in every universe Sirius.” You whispered.
#mywriting#my fics#sirius black#female reader#norman stansfield#norman stansfield x reader#sirius black x reader#harry potter#severus snape#leon: the professional#trouble in the heights#nevada ramirez#malky#smut#mystery of dreams and reality
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He’s a bad, bad man.
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A, G and Z for Nevada 😌
Hell yes more Nevada.
A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)
G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?)
Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)
A - Alone time - Yes to porn and imagination. He jerks off, no toys. He's mostly old school, no fuss with it. Uses spit or lotion. Sometimes lube, but he doesn't really have a stash of sex stuff laying around. Maybe some rope or a pair of handcuffs? But yeah, he's very no frills about how he gets off alone. His hand, some spit, some good porn. If he's feeling like making An Event out of it, he'll use his other hand to roll and tug his balls, pinch his nipples.
G - Group sex - Ohhh yes to group sex. Threeway, four. He does like to be the center of it though, either all the others pleasuring him or being the one to control everyone else's pleasure. He absolutely will show off. I don't think he'd be at the sex club (though he'd try it), but if someone came in to the room to see him fucking someone? He's absolutely going to lean into it and show off, putting on a show for the person who came in.
Z - Zones - If you want to get him in the mood? Well, he'll make some obscene joke and gesture to his cock. But in reality, where his neck meets his shoulder, or just behind his ear will go a long way. Or if you're out, placing a hand high-up on his thigh and teasing at his inner thigh will get him good and worked, up too. He'll pull you out of there as soon as he can and shove you down on the nearest surface he can, telling you that you better make good on your promises if you're going to tease him like that.
#nevada ramirez#nevada ramirez x reader#trouble in the heights fanfiction#trouble in the heights#a-z dirty headcanons
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Ok so I saw this on Facebook and I just melted cause I mean damn…
Yes Spanish is sexy
Raul Esparza is also sexy
So what happens when you combine those two sexy things together…
Well you get one master of sexiness and that makes me….
FUCKING FERAL🫠😩🤤☠️
#rafael barba#raúl esparza#raul esparza#love it#ada barba#i love him#damnnn#like ugh#ok daddy#sexy papi#damn daddy#im feral#always sexy#sexy af#has me fucked up#law and order: special victims unit#law and order: svu#law and order svu#nevada ramirez#trouble in the heights#frederick chilton#dr. chilton#hannibal#tick tick boom
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''You tell them, I'm taking back their keys to the city....me entiendes?''
-Nevada Ramirez
GIF: @prurientpuddlejumper (THE GOAT)
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