#Rita Calhoun x Rafael Barba

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Holding on For Me ~Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Partner!GradStudent!Reader (feat. Rafael Barba)

Summary— Rita gets hurt badly and ends in the hospital. Her two closest people, you and Rafael, come running. But you’ve never met each other, and now your partner’s and his best friend’s life hangs in the balance…

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Warnings: angst, then fluff, heavily implied physical assault, hospitals, near death experiences, bruising, implied scarring, crying, hyperventilating, implied anxiety attacks, happy fully ending, etc.

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You rubbed your temples with a sigh as you stared at her dull computer screen and flipped the pages of your extensive notes. You was violently pulled out of your doctoral thesis research by the sound of your cell phone ringing. Eager for a distraction, you swiftly picked up the phone.

“Hi this is is Y/N!”

“Hello Ma’am. I am calling from Mercy Hospital, I have you listed as an emergency contact for one Rita Calhoun?”

Your heart dropped. Rita? What had happened? Was she okay??

“What happened? Is she okay??”

“She was brought in about 30 minutes ago… She’s currently in surgery, pretty banged up. I am just making my rounds and contacting her emergency numbers in case.”

“Ok thank you so much, I’ll be there in 15 minutes” you hastily replied.

As soon as the call had ended, you jumped up from your chair, your heart racing and your mind spiraling. You scurried around her apartment, collecting things that you or Rita might possibly need at the hospital, throwing all the miscellaneous items into a bag before storming out of the apartment. You were swift to hail a cab once out on the city streets, eagerly giving the address of the hospital. Was Rita going to be okay? What if they lose her before you got to the hospital?

The words hospital and surgery made your stomache sink. Your hands felt like they were going numb, and your mind seemed to only be able to come up with the worst possible scenarios on what could have happened to Rita. You bit at her lip anxiously, and you closed her eyes for the rest of the cab drive, too overwhelmed to bear the stimulus of sight at the moment. Did this have to do with Rita’s job? Maybe an ex-client or someone who’d threatened her? What was the last thing she said to Rita…??

As soon as the cab stopped outside of the hospital, you paid the driver and rushed inside the bustling ER doorway. You immediately found a nurse and asked about Rita, who led you to the waiting room for trauma surgery, a separate, more secluded area of the hospital. The nurse had not been able to tell you much, besides the fact that Rita was still in surgery. So you anxiously paced the little waiting room, biting your fingernails and feeling like you wanted to cry. ‘Pretty banged up’, how badly was her partner hurt? Why were you the only one here??

Memories of you and Rita flooded your mind. You remembered when you two first met, it was only a couple years ago, but you had grown so close since. You thought of all the late nights that you two had spent together, laughing and drinking until both of you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore. You remembered how much Rita worked, just how passionate she was about her job. And now in a matter of 15 minutes that could all be ripped away from you? Rita taken from so swiftly, so cruelly?

You approached the nearest nurses station and asked about your partner again. As you were trying to pry any and all information out of this poor young nurse, a man stormed into the waiting area. You had the slightest sense that she knew him from somewhere, but as he was pacing the room furiously, muttering certain choice words in Spanish, you couldn’t quite place it. Then the man came up to the desk where you were standing and spoke. What if these were Rita’s last waking moments…? How could you live with yourself if Rita didn’t make it…?

“Hi. Do you have any information about Rita Calhoun and how she’s doing?” The man asked rushedly.

Now that he was right next to you and after revealing he knew Rita, it clicked for you. This was Rafael, Rita’s best friend from her college years. The two had never formally met, you had seen a picture or two of him in Rita’s apartment (from the many nights that you’d had dinner and stayed over) and you had only heard about Rafael when Rita elected to talk about him. You knew that while they were good friends, there were wounds in their personal pasts, so you never pushed to meet him. Had Rafael and Rita ended on good terms in the last time they talked? Did he know if this was work related…??

“You’re Rafael…” you managed to breathe out.

You were surprised that you had even been able to get out one word with the lump in your throat. Rafael turned from the counter to face you, giving you a quizzical and slightly defensive look. How could this have happened? It had been going all so well, and now with a simple call, life has turned upside down…

“Yes. And you are?”

“Y/N. Rita’s partner.”

Rafael’s brows raised and his eyes glistened with intrigue. He seemed to decide that you were alright, because he sent you a confirming nod, before going back to grilling the nurse for more information. Had Rita been threatened…? Attacked? Taken??

Trying desperately not to cry in front of him or the hospital staff, your knees suddenly began to feel weak. Before you could catch herself, your legs buckled and you collapsed on the cold, hard, hospital floor. Rafael was quick to turn back towards you, giving you his hands to help stabilize your overstimulated state. Your weak form managed to make it to one of the waiting room seats, where Rafael promptly sat next to you. It was then that you noticed how much your entire body was shaking. Rita couldn’t die… No, she couldn't die… It just… She couldn't it…

“I… I didn’t know Rita had a partner.” He stammered aloud, breaking the silence of the two of you sitting in the hospital, both equally nervous wrecks.

You shrugged in response, not having the wherewithal to respond to that at the moment. Silent tears finally began to stream down your face, as you started to let it all out. You curled forward, holding your head in your hands as you sobbed for what felt like hours. How would you ever be happy again? You would never move on. You couldn’t. Rita was your everything… You couldn’t face losing her…

“I don’t know what I’ll… d-do if… If Rita…” you stuttered, not able to finish your statement, as your voice returned to choked sobs.

You felt a soft and gentle touch on your back, making you uncurl and meet Rafael’s own reddened gaze.

“Rita is one of the strongest, hard ass people I know. Ever since school… I have never seen a fighter quite like her. If anyone will make it, it’s her.”

“Thanks” you croaked out.

Awkward silence took the room, the only sound being the hustling and bustling of the hospital. Rafael eventually removed his hand from your back, as it began to feel like he was overstepping. But the second you lost that touch, you seemed to only feel worse.

“Do you know w-what h-happened…? Or w-why…?” You stammered out in a whisper.

Rafael leaned forward, his forearms coming to his knees with a heavy sigh.

“I know that she’s been facing scrutiny and backlash for the last case she took. but besides that I don’t know…” he breathed out.

You pulled your knees up onto your chair, wrapping your hands around your body for some semblance of control and comfort, as you let out a shaky sigh.

“S-so it is work related…?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, I’m sorry… Truthfully, I hadn’t talked to her since she took that case, I was the lead prosecutor and we… we had a bit of a fallout over it…” Rafael gritted out.

His defensiveness seemed to have vanished, all that being left being the vulnerable, close friend of Rita’s. His knuckles were white from how hard he was squeezing his hands.

“Christ the last thing I probably did was yell at her to get out of my office…” he confessed, looking down to the ground with shame and guilt.

“I… I can’t even r-remember what the last thing I said to her was…” you choked out through violent sobs.

Rafael looked up at your wailing and his hand came out, caressing your shoulder lightly. He squeezed your trembling form reassuringly.

“I’m sure you told her how much you loved her…” he softly comforted you.

“I don’t know… I d-don’t know…” you changed in a whisper, starting to rock back and forth anxiously in the seat.

“Hey. Take some deep breaths… She’s going to be okay.”

Your glossy eyes met his reddened ones and you two just connected. All because of Rita. You were so grateful that she had found a friend like Rafael. And Rafael was grateful that she had someone like you to support her as a partner. Suddenly you were both drawn back to the crushing reality by a nurse coming up to you with a file in hand.

Rafael immediately stood and walked right up to her, demanding answers. You couldn’t get yourself to stand, so you merely looked up at the two standing adults with pleading eyes.

“Are you family?”

You both nodded vigorously.

“How is she? What happened?? Can we see her…??” Rafael demanded.

“EMT’s responded to a Good Samaritan call who found her in an alley… The ambulance brought her here to Mercy and she’s been in surgery ever since. It was a little touch and go, she has a concussion, multiple lacerations, a four broken ribs, scattered bruising, and a shattered left forearm…”

Your mouth went dry at the nurses words and you couldn’t think as tears began to stream down your face once more. Your lip trembled as you bit it, attempting to stifle your sobs.

“Can we see here??” Rafael immediately asked.

“Yes you may see her, she’s finally out, and she’s somewhat awake. I’ll take you to her, But take it slow, she has a long road to recovery…” the nurse said.

Rafael let out a sigh of relief and he quickly turned to you. Extending his arm, he helped you up and down the hall towards Rita’s private room. The nurse let you in, closing the door behind the two of you.

Rita looked peaceful for a moment, lying in the bed, but as she began to wake up, pain flooded across her face. Practically all of her exposed skin was bruised and battered, the biggest being her black eye. Her eye widened as much as she could widen them at the sight of you and Rafael.

“Holy fuck…” Rita winced in pain as we tried to sit up.

You immediately rushed next to her, sitting at the edge of the bed. The older brunette leaned back again, giving up the idea of sitting up properly for her moment, instead meekly attempting to reach out to you with her right hand, and you eagerly met her more than half-way, taking her hand and kissing it over and over again as tears of joy steamed down your cheeks.

“Rita Rita… God I’m so glad you’re okay… How are you feeling…?” you whispered, continuing your love and tender assault on her hand.

“Hi baby… I’m… in a whole lot of fucking pain, but I’ll live…” she breathed out in confession.

Rita smiled lightly back. But even that seemed to hurt her, as she winced lightly again. Rafael was standing at the end of the bed with his hands in his pockets as he watched the two of you. His eyes softeners watching your dynamic, he scolded himself for being so goddamn stubborn. Because if he hadn’t been, Rita might have introduced him to you…

“Oh Baby don’t move, stay still. Doctors orders you need to rest. Don’t want you getting more hurt…” you pleaded caringly and with much love.

“She’s a stubborn hardass. Doctor’s orders won’t stop her…” Rafael teasingly cooed, meeting Rita’s gaze.

Rita rolled her eyes at her closest friend.

“Shut up, you idiot… Now come over here and hug me.” Rita shot back with the same teasing tone.

Rafael chuckled, looked down to the ground as he made his way around to the opposing side of the bed, releasing his hands from his pockets, the man leaned over and gave his friend a proper embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I’m so glad you’re alive” Rafael whispered to Rita, before retracting slightly, but staying close and gazing at her caringly.

Rita wanted to cup his cheek and pull him close, tell Rafi that it was all good, but her drugs were at a heavy dosage and soon they began to pull her back into unconsciousness.

“It’s… okay Rafaellll…—” she mumbled before dozing off.

Your gaze then met Rafael’s, coming to an understanding that neither of you would be leaving anytime soon.

~~~

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[storiesofsvu]

I Can See You is Barhoun coded.

I don’t make the rules. But this is correct.

#barhoun #rita calhoun #rafael barba #rita calhoun x rafael barba #i can see you (taylor’s version) #songfic inspo incoming #she’s literally the dom in every single one of those gifs

[daddydoddsjr]

If you made a scale of Law and Order (and/or SVU) lawyers based on "most to least likely to get jealous" what would it look like?

Pairings || SVU lawyers x GN!Reader

Warnings || Jealousy ofc, anger, mentions of NSFW

Authors Note || just doing some SVU characters in order of least to most likely— this post kept glitching so hopefully when i post it posts normal?

6. Peter Stone

I feel like he wouldn’t care

But in a ‘I know I’m amazing and I have no reason to be jealous’

Just cocky

5. Alex Cabot

Not cocky, but still doesn’t get jealous

Doesn’t have much a reason to

And doesn’t want to waste time being jealous

She trusts that nothing will happen anyways

4. Casey Novak

Feels the hits of jealously/anger but doesn’t react much at first

But if something makes her jealous, she’s good at voicing it outright

And she’s blunt about it so you know exactly how she feels

3. Rafael Barba

Silent jealous type— but easily jealous nonetheless

Another man even tries to check you out or flirt with you?

He’s immediately jealous and protectively holding your hip tightly

Might let out some of his jealousy frustrations during sex

2. Sonny Carisi

Sonny is definitely a bit more jealous than he lets on

Someone is flirting with his person?

Absolutely seething on the inside, normal on the outside

Definitely has a hand on you somewhere (your thigh, lower back, hand, etc)

1. Rita Calhoun

Vocal about it and you can tell how completely angry jealousy makes her

Very protective of you and jealously comes easily

Fights sometimes happen due to this, but she’s not necessarily mad at you, just made at who made her jealous

Jealous sex jealous sex jealous sex

i love rita calhoun so much and i need more sapphic fics with her

#rita calhoun #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba #alex cabot #alex cabot x reader #law and order fanfic #law and order #law and order svu #svu #casey novak #casey novak x reader #peter stone #peter stone x reader #rita calhoun x reader

[pascalispretty]

Law and Order: SVU Masterlist

Rafael Barba x Reader x Frederick Chilton! Verse

Good Girls Go to Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​): One (ao3). Two (ao3). Epilogue (ao3).

Love in the Time of Chestbursters (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​)

See You In the Morning Time (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​). One (ao3). Two (ao3).

Like Lovers Do (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) One (ao3). Two (ao3). Three (ao3). 

I and Love and You (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​)

Your Happiness or Mine (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) 

Pink Peonies and Shenanigans (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) One (ao3). Two (ao3). 

Heavy in Your Arms (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​)

"Use Your Words" Prompt (ao3)

Sonny Carisi x Reader

Softly, Slowly, Sweetly (ao3)

You’re My Dream Girl (ao3)

Tell Me What You Want (ao3)

Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi

Better Late Than Never (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi (ao3)

Just A Taste (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi (ao3)

Late Night Study Session (ao3)

"You Can Do Better Than That" Prompt (ao3)

Rafael Barba x Reader

Breathe Me In (ao3)

Nick Amaro x Reader

Mutually Beneficial (masterlist here)

Mafia AU

Bruised Knuckles and Bare Thighs (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Reader

Good Soldiers Follow Orders (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Reader x Frederick Chilton

A Wonderful, Awful Idea (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Reader x Frederick Chilton

How the Reader Got Involved with the Boys HCs

Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way - A Law School AU:  

I Could Ruin You (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) One (ao3). Two (ao3). Epilogue (ao3). Sonny Carisi x Reader x Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun

The Audition (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Sonny Carisi x Reader x Rafael Barba

A Dirty Trick (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Sonny Carisi x Reader

An Early Christmas Present (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Sonny Carisi x Reader x Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun

Tempting Tan Lines (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Sonny Carisi x Reader x Rafael Barba

Misc. Law And Order: SVU Pieces 

Shades of Black and Blue (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Rita Calhoun x Reader x Sonny Carisi. One (ao3). Two (ao3) Three (ao3). Four (ao3). 

An Acceptable Occasion to Manspread (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Rita Calhoun x Reader x Sonny

Seventeen Little Diamonds (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) Rita Calhoun x Reader (ao3)

#law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #rafael barba #sonny carisi #frederick chilton #rita calhoun #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x sonny carisi x reader #rafael barba x sonny carisi #rafael barba x rita calhoun #rafael barba x reader x frederick chilton #frederick chilton x reader #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi x reader x rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #sonny carisi x rita calhoun #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

How about #15 from the Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way ‘verse? - Sophie 💙

okie dokes, here's one from the Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way verse, a Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun/Sonny Carisi x Reader fic. I normally write these with @pascalispretty ! Prompt from this list!

“God, I can’t get enough of you two,” Rafa huffs, his smirk turning into an amused smile as Sonny whines and the girl grabs at Rafa’s free hand to suck his fingers into her mouth. Rafa groans softly, grinning, and speeds up the hand he has wrapped around Sonny’s cock. Sonny keeps whining, his face pressed against the girl’s neck as she stares into Rafa’s eyes and swallows around his fingers. 

Rita watches all of this from her chair across the room, an indulgent smile on her face as Rafa continues to play with their two new pets. She had been absently stroking her clit over her panties for the past few minutes, unsure if she wanted to join or just watch tonight–the three of them put on enough of a show that that was enough sometimes. Rafa turns to look over his shoulder at her, flashing her one of those brilliant smiles she fell in love with during college, before glancing down at her spread legs and pouting at her. She rolls her eyes at him, grinning and pulling her panties to the side to flash him a glimpse of her cunt. 

Rafa licks his lips, winks at her, and turns back to the two law students, rubbing his thumb over the head of Sonny’s cock while shoving his fingers deeper into the girl’s mouth, making her gag and her eyes water, her fingers gripping his wrist even harder. 

“Fuck, Rafa, please, please please…” Sonny begs, hands twisting in the sheets, panting against the girl, hips twitching desperately in an effort to hold as still as Rafa ordered him to. 

“Learn some patience, sweet boy; you’ll come when I tell you to come,” Rafa replies, pulling his fingers out of her mouth to lean over and kiss her deeply. He breaks away, still smiling. 

Rita’s breath catches and the two fingers she slipped into her cunt still. 

She knows that smile on his face and it’s…worrying. 

He might joke that he can’t get enough of the two law school students they took up with but she knows better. Rafa’s letting this get too serious and that is exactly what Rita does not want for him. They’re going to move on and he’s going to be heartbroken. 

The girl sighs sharply when Rafa trails his wet fingers down her body and pushes them inside of her–Rita can see the tendons in his wrist flex as he curls his fingers and the girl gasps. The two of them look gorgeous laid out next to one another stripped naked and breathing hard. Rafa is still mostly dressed, the only concession he made was rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. The blue and white gingham pattern against his tanned, flexing forearms is making Rita squirm a little bit along with their two playthings. 

“Oh, look at you, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “God the two of you make quite a sight, putting on a show for Rita.” 

Rita goes back to slowly fingering herself as she watches the three of them, desire slipping away, her mind not really on what they were getting up to–too preoccupied with her latest revelations.

She knows she should intervene before he gets too attached, but he’s so happy with them. Rita sighs as she flicks her clit absently, thighs twitching at the pulse up her nerve endings. Sonny and the girl turn their faces to each other and share a long sloppy kiss and she watches Rafa watch them raptly, both hands working hard on them. She lets the continuous string of filth coming out of Rafa’s mouth wash over her as she continues to work her fingers in and out of her cunt. 

Rafa pulls his fingers out of the girl’s pussy and holds them up for Sonny to suck on. The younger man moans around them, eyes fluttering shut as she pants, desperate, next to him. 

“Oh the two of you look so fucking good sucking on my fingers,” Rafa praises, pulling his fingers away from Sonny and offering them back to her. She grabs his wrist and licks them obscenely before closing her eyes and slowly wrapping her lips around them. Rita’s breath hitches at the expression on Rafa’s face and the obvious erection that’s ruining the lines of his already tightly fitted pants. 

“That’s a good girl, god look at her, Rita, sucking herself off my fingers…” Rafa sighs, shifting on his knees, hand going slack around Sonny’s cock. The younger man huffs impatiently. 

“Rafa, come on please…”

“Really Rafa, don’t get so distracted,” Rita manages to tease him, fingers reaching for her g spot, hoping a good orgasm will chase out these frankly depressing thoughts. 

Rafa smirks unapologetically at Sonny before leaning down to lick the precome off of the head of his cock, basking in Sonny’s whimper and the way his fingers closed even tighter around the sheets under him. Rafa pulls back and starts to jerk him off faster, taking his fingers from the girl’s mouth and sliding them back into her cunt. 

“Do you think you two can manage to come at the same time?” he asks, voice low and a little rough, clearly getting off on this nearly as much as the two of them were. They both whine at him and Rita finally manages to tap her fingers against that spot, her entire body twitching and trying to fold in on itself.

She breathes heavily through her nose and taps it again, bringing her other hand up to press hard against her clit. God, anything to stop thinking about how sooner rather than later those two will finish with this experiment of theirs and go back to just being the two of them. And Rafa, despite assuring her that he’ll be fine, will be heartbroken. Rita is not looking forward to that—can’t decide if she should intervene now before he gets in too deep with that soft squishy heart of his, can’t fucking manage to push herself pver the edge–

“Oh, fucking Christ, Rafa…” Rita swears, long legs twitching, head thrown back against the chair, and her toes curling as her orgasm washes over her in waves. 

“Rita, fuck,” Rafa breathes. “Jesus you look so fucking hot coming on your fingers.”

Rita takes a deep breath and pulls her fingers out of her cunt, lifting her head to find Rafa and the kids watching her hungrily. She sighs and smiles back at him. 

She can definitely give him at least the rest of the night with their pretty young things.

#rafael barba x sonny carisi #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x rita calhoun #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi x rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #rafael barba x rita calhoun x sonny carisi x reader #rafael barba #sonny carisi #rita calhoun #law and order svu #fan fiction #fanfic

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Sweater Weather ~ Jemily

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Gold Rush ~ Jemily

@iamnotoriginalphil

The 5 Times You Almost Kissed Alex + The 1 Time Alex Kissed You ~ Alex Blake x f!Reader

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A Thin Line ~ Emily Prentiss x Reader

Not What It Looks Like ~ Poly!Barhoun x f!Reader

Whenever You’re Ready ~ Rita Calhoun x f!Reader

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Persuasion ~ Alex Blake x f!Reader

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

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It’s All Coming Down ~Broken!Aaron Hotchner xFem Reader

The Gilded Age

Bertha Russell

Bertha Russell Appearance Appreciation

Our Little Secret ~Fem!Servant!Reader*

Agnes van Rhijn

I’m Here, My Love ~Motherly!Soft!Agnes Van Rhijn xFem Younger(30s)!ClosetedLesbian!Reader

Sylvia Chamberlain

Trusting Mommy ~SugarMommy!Sylvia Chamberlain xFem Younger!SugarBaby!Virgin!Reader

I’ve Got You ~Plutonic!Godmother!Sylvia Chamberlain xFem Goddaughter!Reader

Dead Poets Society

Anderperry

Anderperry NSFW Headcanons*

Knarlie

Knarlie Headcanons

911

Athena Grant

Madam Secretary

Nadine Tolliver Masterlist

Elizabeth McCord Masterlist

Henry McCord

Long Night Reunions ~Nadine x Elizabeth x Henry*

Coming Home for You ~Nadine x Elizabeth x Henry*

Victorious

Jade West

Knives Out

Claire Debella

Baby It’s Cold Outside ~Claire Debella xFem Younger(20s)!CampaignAssistant!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Sinking My Claws Into You ~Dark!Claire Debella xFem Younger!Wealthy!Reader

The Old Guard

Andromache the Scythian/Andy

The Jurassic Saga

Ellie Sattler

I Need You, Alan ~Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant (Grantler)

Alan Grant

I Need You, Alan ~Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant (Grantler)

Claire Dearing

Ocean’s 8

Lou Miller

Debbi Ocean

Tammy

Don’t Look Up

Brie Evantee

Janie Orlean

Law & Order: SVU

Olivia Benson Masterlist

Alexandra ‘Alex’ Cabot Masterlist

Casey Novak Masterlist

Elizabeth Donnelly Masterlist

Rita Calhoun Masterlist

Amanda Rollins

She’s Been to Hell And Back ~S13!Alex Cabot xFem Wife!Reader(feat. Casey, Rita, Liz, Liv, & Amanda)[MATURE]

Rafael Barba

Taking Care of My Girl ~Dom!Rafael Barba xFem Sub!Girlfriend!Reader

My Guardian Angel ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Investigator!Reader (Liz Donnelly x Alex Cabot) feat. Rafael Barba & Olivia Benson

Cruella

Baroness Van Hellman

Only Murders in the Building

Jan Bellows

The Good Wife/The Good Fight

Diane Lockhart

Doors Closing

Flux Gourmet

Jan Stevens

The Beekeeper

Jessica Danforth

Stranger Things

Joyce Byers

Doctor Who

Amy Pond

River Song

Homeland

Elizabeth Keane

In Her Time of Need

House of Cards

Heather Dunbar

Hannibal

Frederick Chilton

Elementary

Cassandra Walker

Joan Watson

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That’s all for now, ciao ciao lovelies! 💞💞

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[storiesofsvu]

Best Friend Duty

Requested. Platonic!Harvard!Barhoun Rita Calhoun x Rafael Barba besties. Could technically be read as a previous relationship or the beginning of a romantic relationship, but also just as besties. Cause lets be real, these two are besties who have fucked at least once. No real warnings, just some sickness, and a teeeeeeny glimpse of isolated childhood. Obvious sass & language.

Rafael had almost been confused when he’d come home to a quiet apartment, Rita was usually awake late, pouring over case studies, law journals, writing papers or going over mock arguments. Instead he was met with just a lamp in the corner of the living room, an open text book on the coffee table beside a nearly full bowl of pasta, silence and darkness echoing through the rest of the apartment. Glancing down the hallway he noticed that Rita’s bedroom door was shut, no light coming from under it and he almost wondered if she’d finally decided to go out on a school night.

Knowing she wouldn’t care; he tossed the food into the microwave to scarf down as his own very late dinner, glancing through what she’d been studying before disappearing, unsurprised to find it was related to the most recent essay assignment they had. Frowning, he took another bite of pasta, that was one thing he’d always enjoyed since moving in with Rita for their third year at Harvard, getting to come home and go over law material, courses and assignments with each other. When he lived in the dorms he was stuck with randoms, not necessarily the same department, year or interests. With Rita he felt at home, at peace and despite her not having a single maternal bone in her body, he felt taken care of. Her coming home with extra groceries when he was having trouble balancing work with school, his paycheques taking a hit because of it, bribing him into shopping trips on the weekends because he had a better fashion sense than her girlfriends. Those trips that always ended up with her commenting that he’d need a good suit to kick off his career, slowly building up his wardrobe one piece at a time as a thank you. Having someone around who understood how his brain worked, someone who was respectable, quiet and knew to keep the lights low when he’d been studying too long and his migraines were starting to settle in.

It balanced out because the best she could do in the kitchen was scrambled eggs, peanut butter toast, vegetables thrown together randomly to be called a salad, or unseasoned shrimp and rice on a good day. Rafael started adding things to the grocery list a few weeks into moving in, appreciating that she always picked the things up so he could cook them actual, seasoned and delicious food. Shopping balanced out because he really did have a good fashion sense, even if it was more impacted by Rita, and his memory was impeccable, he’d be able to spot a pair of earrings that would go with a suit she’d bought months ago, forgotten at the back of her closet. And while she was guiding him through his migraines, he was the one who would always make sure she actually ate, that coffee was brewed at the beginning of the day, that she put away the textbooks and go to bed sometime before dawn if they had class the next day.

Things were completely platonic, but they loved each other, and they knew they always would. Best friends from the moment they met despite what society’s expectations would say, hell, despite what some of their classmates would say. They belonged in each others lives, they helped take care of each other, work through the toughest times together and they would always be there for each other.

Which is why when Rafael rolled over in the middle of the night and his arm hit something that wasn’t a pillow, he wasn’t totally confused. He groaned softly, shifting on the bed, his eyes scrunching tightly shut in an attempt to hold onto his sleep, his hand finding Rita’s elbow, rubbing gently as he relaxed into the pillows.

“Did you really have to punch me in the tit?” She grumbled and he let out a huff.

“You’re the one invading my bed.” He groaned, “what’re you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” She replied, a hoarse cough breaking up her words, “my room’s freezing. I’m freezing.”

Rafael wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush to her before his hand wandered up, the back of it resting against her forehead, “you’re burning up.”

“Shut up.” Rita mumbled, readjusting so she was comfortable in his arms, “lemme sleep.”

“So… you snuck into my room at four a.m. to what? Cuddle….?” He chuckled.

“I came into your room for comfort, and for warmth.” Her fingers pinched at his wrist, “so can we just go back to sleep?”

“Sure.” Rafael laughed softly, squeezing at her softly, “you know you’re cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

“Will you just hold me!” Rita let out a near whine and he could hear her voice breaking, frowning as he knew there were likely tears building in her eyes. It wasn’t often that Rita behaved like this, that she felt like this, that she desired to depend on someone else. It was clear to Rafael by the time his eyes were shutting again that she definitely wasn’t feeling one hundred percent, his arm winding tightly around her waist, making sure she was fully in his embrace as they fell back asleep.

*

Rita didn’t wake up until the early afternoon, the bed empty but blankets wrapped tightly around her, a sealed bottle of water sat on the nightstand beside a pack of Tylenol and it appeared Rafael had even gone to the length of grabbing the portable heater from her room to make sure she was no longer freezing. She definitely wasn’t, she felt almost sticky with sweat, her mouth dry and her head throbbing as she ever so slowly rolled over to grab the medicine and water. Her throat was on fire as she swallowed, the pills barely making it down and she groaned before breaking into a small coughing fit, wincing at the pain in her chest already. Whatever this was, it was hitting her hard and hitting her fast. Her only positive thought was that if came on this quickly maybe it would be gone within twenty four hours.

The coughing alerted Rafael that she was finally awake, the door creaking open and his head popping through it to see how she was, “are you up, up or just taking meds?”

“Up, up.” She replied with a groan, “I feel disgusting, I need to shower.” She attempted to push herself to her feet but swayed heavily and Raf darted through the room, an arm winding around her waist.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m fine.” She insisted and he chuckled.

“You snuck into my bed in the middle of the night to be held, there’s clearly something wrong with you.”

“Shut it.” A small laugh broke out on her lips but it was just as quickly turned into another coughing fit, Rafael’s hand rubbing soothing circles on her back until she’d calmed down.

“Okay, let’s get you into the bathroom, at the very least the steam from the shower might help loosen some of that up and if you’re too dizzy a lazy washcloth shower will do, you’re just gonna sweat through your next sleep again anyways.”

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side the whole day? I’m not letting you in the bathroom with me.”

“Okay, then you can enjoy cracking your head open on the tub when you fall.”  He squeezed at her side gently, nudging her in the direction of the bathroom and she tried to shoot him a glare but her vision suddenly blurred and she paused a moment to shake out of it.

“Fine.”

Rita made him stay out of the bathroom until she was stripped down and hidden behind the shower curtain but did admit defeat and let him know she was sitting down after a couple of minutes. Even if it wasn’t the dizziness it was the general unwell feeling aching through her muscles, the shakiness of her hands as she tried to scrub the sickness away.

“You know maybe if you hadn’t skipped dinner last night you’d be able to make it through a shower.” Rafael called over the water.

“I didn’t skip dinner.”

“Rita, there were all of two bites taken out of that pasta and we both know it.”

“I wasn’t hungry.” She protested back, reaching up to turn off the taps, “and I was exhausted. I chose sleep over nourishment. Hand me a towel.” A warm, fluffy green one popped up between the shower curtain and the wall,

“Be careful when you stand up, and I’m leaving clothes on the basin for you.”

“Thanks.”

Rita waited until she heard the bathroom door click shut before she managed her way to her feet, cautiously stepping out of the tub to dry herself off. She couldn’t help but softly smile at the pile of clothes Rafael had left out for her, a pair of plaid pyjama pants of his that she tended to steal out of the laundry, a worn high school debate club shirt of her own and a Harvard hoodie they weren’t entirely sure who the correct owner was at this point. Pulling the hoodie tighter around her with a little shiver she padded out to the main part of the apartment, the television was on low, textbooks and note pads strewn across the coffee table next to a half full coffee cup. She made a beeline for the couch, tugging the blanket off the back of it before collapsing onto the cushions and wrapping it around herself. She snagged the remote, turning the volume up a bit before starting to channel surf to find something more entertaining to watch.

“Whatever you’re cooking smells amazing.”

“Good.” He chuckled, “it’s for you.”

“What?” She asked with a croak, sitting up and looking over the back of the couch to Raf in the kitchen.

“I figured you were coming down with something so I ran to the store this morning, picked up ingredients for soup.”

“Can’t that just come out of a can?”

“Sure. If you want bland, unseasoned crap.” He laughed, turning the heat down to a simmer, “didn’t your mom ever make you soup when you were sick as a kid?”

“Bold of you to assume my mother ever cooked anything for me. And if I was sick she’d throw some children’s Advil in the direction of my father and shuttle me off to the nannies for the week.”

“No wonder you hate being sick so much.” He frowned, crossing through the room, “it’s not about the actual illness, is it?”

“Being sick sucks.” Rita sighed, dropping back into the cushions, burrowing under the blanket as Raf perched on the arm of the couch. “You already feel like crap, you can’t do anything, your energy is zapped, you either have no appetite or you’re throwing up constantly. You’re not allowed to go to school and nobody wants anything to do with you so you’re holed up on your own feeling like you’re in isolation until you’re better.”

“You were the kid who sat up studying and doing homework while off sick, weren’t you?” He raised a brow in her direction and she looked up at him with a sheepish expression before scoffing.

“Yeah.” She tugged the blanket tighter under her chin, “can’t fall behind.”

“Well then be glad it’s the weekend.” He teased, a hand coming to ruffle at her hair and he clicked his tongue, “did you seriously wash your hair and not dry it?”

“I seem to remember getting lectured about not standing for too long.” She glared up at him and he rolled his eyes.

“If you sleep with it like this it’s going to be a tangled mess when you wake up and I already don’t wanna hear it. Gimmie a second.”

Rita let out a huff, her gaze falling back onto the television as he disappeared from the room. She heard the click of the kettle as he passed through the kitchen before he wandered down the hall for a couple of minutes, rustling around in one of the other rooms. By the time he came back the water was boiling and when he returned to the couch there was a steaming mug in his hand thrust into Rita’s line of sight.

“Sit up.” He instructed, “and take this.”

She grumbled but did as he asked, sitting with her back against the arm of the couch as Rafael situated himself on it once again. She noticed that the tea wasn’t one of their usual tea bags, a mix of scents wafting off the beverage and a cinnamon stick floating inside of it. Behind her, Rafael’s fingers shook out her damp hair, making sure he wasn’t going to come across any large knots before parting it down the center and starting to make two French braids. She let out a little happy hum, appreciative in the way that he wasn’t shying away from her when she was sick, that he hadn’t banished her to her bedroom until she was better, he didn’t seem to have any issues with potentially picking up whatever germs she was carrying. Truthfully, that was because he knew she had likely been contagious all week and they shared practically everything already. They frequently stole food off each other’s plates, finished the other person’s coffee and used the same utensils. Whenever Rita found the time to bake he knew she regularly licked batter off the mixing spoon to make sure it tasted good before continuing to make whatever she was making. Germs was just something added to the list of things they shared.

“There’s something in this I can’t place.” She murmured as Rafael began the second braid and he laughed softly.

“Likely the garlic.”

“Garlic?!” She tried to turn her head and only managed to yank the hair he was currently holding, wincing as she turned her head back forward, “why?”

“It’s one of Mami’s classic recipes.” He replied with a shrug, nodding toward the stove, “same with the soup. Anytime I was sick she’d make a huge batch of both to last all week. When I was younger there was usually homemade bread to go along with it and I got to either sleep on the couch all week or in her bed. Extra popsicles too. While the actual illness sucked there were definitely some upsides to getting to stay home sick.”

“Sounds fake.” Rita grumbled, taking another swig of the tea.

“Well we’ve figured out by now that we had very different childhoods.” He wrapped the elastic around the second brain, then leant forward, kissing the top of her head, “you’re all done. Hungry?”

“Tired.” She replied back, draining the last of her tea before placing it down on the coffee table as Rafael climbed off the side of the couch.

“Alright. Get some rest, I’ll make sure to be quiet.”

“Where are you going?” She whined, pouting at him as he headed back to the kitchen.

“Figured you wanted to sleep.”

“I kinda hijacked your hangout place.” She gestured to the coffee table covered in his things.

“I can set up in the kitchen, or my room.”

“You really don’t have to.”

Rafael watched the way she frowned, the little shiver that danced through her body before his lips split into a grin, “you want me to stay.” He sauntered back over to the couch, “don’t you? Sick Rita is needy Rita, isn’t she? You want more cuddles.”

“Well I don’t wanna be alone.” She deflected and he laughed, “besides, just a little nap for the drugs to kick in and then I want some of that soup.”

“Alright.” Smirking he nudged her shoulder so she could sit up again and dropped onto the couch, “make yourself at home.”

Rita collapsed into his lap, letting out a happy sigh when his hand automatically landed in her hair, fingertips gently rubbing at her scalp. It only took a couple of minutes before she was asleep again, snoring softly and Rafael tucked the blanket in a little tighter around her shoulders. She’d been sick a couple of times during their years at Harvard but this was the first time when they’d been living together and now he felt a little bad for not checking up on her when he was still in the dorms. She clearly craved the contact and honestly had no clue how to take care of herself, it was no wonder the flu in first year took her out for a full two weeks.

The hand he had in her hair softly moved to her back, rubbing slow circles through the blanket, making sure she was as comfortable as she could get while she slept. She needed the rest and now he really knew just how touch starved she was, certain that if he even got up to use the bathroom she would be whining in her sleep. Halfway through the afternoon he felt his eyes drooping, whatever she’d chosen on the television serving zero interest to him and he gingerly shifted her so he could slide between her and the back of the couch, wrapping her in his arms as he slipped under the blanket.

The timer on the stove woke them up just as the sun was starting to set, jolting them both out of their calm sleeps.

“Sorry.” He murmured, slowly untangling their limbs.

“S’okay.” She replied with a yawn, “probably wouldn’t sleep through the night otherwise.”

“Yeah.” He squeezed at her shoulder, “feeling better?”

“A bit.”

“Take some more meds.”

“Is it time for soup?” She asked, rubbing at her eyes as she sat up and he couldn’t help but smile at just how little she looked right now.

“Yeah.” He padded through the kitchen, flicking the burner off before digging through the pantry, “you want some of this sourdough with it?”

“Please.”

A moment later Rita let out a happy groan at the smells wafting through the room as Rafael took the lid off the pot and added a few last minute things. She picked up her water, swallowing down a couple more pills before she shifted on the couch, nestling into the corner so Rafael could sit beside her. She flicked through a couple of channels until she found one of their joint favourite movies about to start and hummed in satisfaction.

“Here.” Rafael returned to the couch with the food, a fresh mug of tea placed on the table for her, “careful it’s hot.”

“Smells amazing.”

“Surprised you’ve still got a sense of smell.” He teased and she rolled her eyes.

“It’s more in my throat.”

“That I can tell,” he grinned, “you sound like Kermit.”

“Fuck you.” She muttered, opting to ignore him and focus on the soup instead, humming softly when the flavours hit her tongue. Beside her Rafael simply smiled, glad that she was actually eating and getting nutrients in while sick instead of living off saltine crackers.

Empty bowls of soup lay abandoned on the coffee table, Rita’s mug of tea refilled and Rafael had grabbed a beer from the fridge for himself. The movie was just over halfway through and Rita was neatly tucked under Raf’s arm, nestled into the crook of his neck while his hand softly rubbed up and down her arm. Her breathing was pretty regulated, only small coughs here and there now that Rafael had dug through the bathroom until he found some cough syrup from his last bought of illness for her. She was no longer alternating between shivering and being too hot, having to shove the blanket off her, a happy medium where she was slowly starting to feel like an actual human again.

“Rafa?” She asked, her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” He turned his face to leave a gentle kiss on the top of her hair, “that’s what best friends are for.”

A comfortable silence took over them as the movie began to wrap up before she quietly spoke again.

“Raf?” This time her voice was almost timid and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yes you can sleep in my bed again tonight.”

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[daddydoddsjr]

Rita fic please!!!

Possibly working on opposite sides and the others find out that you are dating a defence lawyer and them being all bitter about it and believing that you would bypass Rita stuff. And then realising that no matter who you are in a relationship with you still fight for you clients.

Pairing || Rita Calhoun x Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Angst

Authors Note || i love rita so much it’s not even funny… i didn’t proof read this so sorry in advance

No one was supposed to find out yet. You and Rita hadn’t come up with any plans on how you’d present the news of your relationship yet, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was a rainy day and you and Rita weren’t working and were finally taking some time to be together. The two of you were sitting in a tiny coffee shop together, talking and laughing quietly. One of your hands was on the table and Rita was holding it.

Neither of you were really trying to hide it, but you also didn’t expect Olivia and Rafael to be walking by that shop, Rafael making a comment on how good their coffee is, but pausing when he saw you and Rita through the window.

“That… could be a problem,” Olivia sighed, quickly pulling Rafael past the coffee shop before you or Rita could see them.

“You don’t think that Y/N would… do anything, do you?” Olivia asked quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just worried about how whatever that was can effect futures cases. And our current one.”

“Rita’s smart… but so is Y/N. I don’t think that they’d date if they weren’t smart enough to know the issues that’ll come with it. And I’d hope neither becomes corrupted enough to help each other with their cases to see one win instead of the other.”

“I’m still going to talk to Y/N about it tomorrow.”

“Liv… do you really think that’s a good idea? That alone might compromise your case.”

Olivia sighed, “I know.”

-

You were at SVU the next day to speak with Olivia about some detailed on the case when she brought it up.

You were taken by surprise, “You saw us yesterday? Where?”

“In a coffee shop in Chelsea. You two looked… close.”

You sighed, your grip on your brief case tightening, “Look, I know what you’re thinking—“

You were cut off, “Do you?” Olivia questioned, “Because I’m thinking I shouldn’t be bringing you anymore cases.”

“Are you really questioning my ability to do my job?”

“Your relationship with Rita could get in the way of what you’re supposed to be doing.”

“You know me better than that, Olivia.” A silence followed for a few moments.

“I’m going to win this case, whether I’m going against Rita or any other defence lawyer. I’m on the sides of my clients,” You left her office before she could say anything else to you, not wanting to hear any more of her accusations.

Rita knew that you wouldn’t take it easy on her during the trial, and you knew she wouldn’t take it easy on you either. This wasn’t the first trial the two of you had gone head to head in, and Rita had won the last one. You knew that this case was a slam dunk, but your anger towards Olivia made you even more confident in yourself and the stacks of evidence against Rita’s client. Olivia was witness to the entire trial, watching you and Rita make sly remarks at each other during your cross examinations of each others clients. Rita was, well, Rita as usual. Olivia didn’t notice any different behaviours in the two of you, and it made her feel a little foolish for what she had said to you a few days previously. Especially when the jury came back after only a few short hours of deliberating with a guilty verdict, putting another win on your belt.

Olivia approached you after the jury was dismissed and Rita was speaking with her clients parents. “Y/N… good win.”

“Thank you,” You sighed, putting your papers away and closing your brief case.

“Im sorry that I doubted you.”

“You had every right to be weary… but I don’t like being accused of not being able to do my job properly just because of who I love.”

“Love?” Olivia quirked an eyebrow at you with a half smirk.

“Yes,” You gave her a small smile. “We were going to come out with it eventually, we just didn’t know when the right time was. It’s not really the easiest thing to bring up to your colleagues.”

“I understand.”

“I’m sure you do. Barba, huh?”

“I won’t confirm or deny anything.”

You chuckled as Rita approached the two of you, “Our reservation is in two hours. I’ll see you there?”

You nodded. Rita glanced at Olivia, “Nice to see you, Captain. I heard you and Barba found out… he’s been making comments all week. Might want to tell your boyfriend he’s going to get a briefcase to the head next time he says something,” She said before leaving a kiss on your cheek and walking out of the courtroom.

“Boyfriend? Really?”

“Please, Liv, it’s so obvious.”

#law and order svu #l&o: svu #svu #olivia benson #mariska hargitay #rafael barba #rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #sapphic #sapphic fic #rita calhoun x female reader #raul esparza #elizabeth marvel #rafael barba x olivia benson #barson

[yougotthat-write]

Oui(ji) Had One Hell of a Party (Rafael Barba x Reader)

Word Count: 2,758

Warnings: Ouiji board, spirits, demons, language, alcohol consumption, dumb costumes for all yo faves lmao 

Summary: You and Rafael host a Halloween party and it takes a demonic turn.

Author’s Note: This was started probably almost 3 years ago (big oof). I've lost the writing bug so I'm posting what was written and promptly unfinished, lol. Apologies but I still hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3 here!

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Rafael Barba wouldn’t call himself a superstitious person.

He didn’t believe in ghouls, ghosts, and monsters in the typical way that small children would. He was an A.D.A. for Manhattan so he obviously came across fellow humans who did gruesome and unforgivable things, but when you had pulled out that stupid ten dollar Ouiji board that you had bought at the stupid Halloween store, Rafael may had sent a quick prayer up to whichever Lord was occupying the skies above him at that very moment. 

His Catholic upbringing was trying to pound its way out of him and it made him down the rest of his scotch in one swallow before stepping over to his bar area to pour himself another drink. The low hum of your Halloween playlist mixed with the chatter of Rafael’s friends from the courthouse and your friends from the 16th precinct.

You sat on your living room floor, hunched over your coffee table, setting up the toy that would allow you to talk to those who had passed on. Sonny shifted on his feet as he stood next to Rafael. Remembering that Sonny was raised very Catholic as well, Rafael figured that this was making Sonny feel stupid for being uncomfortable with a children’s toy just as much as him.

The sound of your hands connecting together in a singular clap made Rafael’s grip tighten around his glass. He looked over at you and saw the “spooky” smile you were trying to give to everyone. The party had died down in the past couple of hours. Olivia Benson and Nick Amaro had gone home because of their kids. Fin Tutuola had gone home because “Halloween is whack! I don’t even like candy.” The rest of the guests had filed out after them in the passing hours.

Now, Sonny Carisi, Amanda Rollins, Rita Calhoun, and Trevor Langan were scattered around the living room. Sonny was next to Rafael, both of the boys standing farthest away from the direct line to demons. Sonny started to get so nervous that his fake mustache for his Sonny Bono costume wouldn’t stick to his upper lip. His counterpart and designated Cher was Amanda. She sat on the floor on the opposite side of you at the coffee table. She held the planchette in her hand, looking at the object with a smirk. Her long brunette wig was tossed to the side next to her.

Rita Calhoun downed another orange Jell-O shot before falling back onto the couch behind Amanda with a sigh. She pulled her long and obnoxious Devil tail from under her and held it in her fingers as she watched you read the directions for the Ouija board. Her Devil horns were slightly crooked on her head but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

Trevor Langan had ditched his obnoxious black cape twenty minutes into the party. He ditched the phony plastic fangs even sooner. His hair was quaffed upwards and if it wasn’t for the dark liner around his eyes and the fake blood on the corner of his mouth, he would look like he was ready for a day at work with his dress shirt, black slacks, and polished shoes.

Rafael would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel a bit authoritative in his twenty dollar policeman costume, but he mainly did it to see the annoyed reactions of the 16th precinct detectives. Fin Tutuola had quipped, “Your badge is so cute and tiny, Barba. You got a fake gun too?” Nick Amaro had rolled his eyes so hard at the fellow Latino man that you thought they would roll right out of his pretty little head. Despite you being a fellow 16th precinct detective, you happily supported your boyfriend with finding the policeman outfit that fit his body in all the right places.

Trevor had rolled his eyes when you suggested pulling out the Ouija board but didn’t outwardly object to it like Sonny had. Trevor made his way over to Rafael and Sonny, grabbing a deep red Jell-O shot. He shot it back and then chuckled at Sonny’s uneasy face. But Trevor didn’t miss the uneasiness that was coming from Rafael.

“Scared boys?” The defense lawyer asked with a grin. Sonny scowled over at Langan.

“Shut up,” Sonny muttered. Feeling hot, Sonny pulled the brunette wig off his head. “I just don’t think we should mess with Lucifer and his minions.” Sonny’s Adam apple bobbed. “If Ma finds out about this, she’ll have the church exorcize me.”

Trevor stifled his snort with his hand. “It’s a kids game, Carisi. The box says ages six and up.”

Sonny grumbled under his breath before making his way over to the couch and plopping down next to Rita with a sigh. Rita pouted over at the detective, reaching up and pinching his pink cheek. “Don’t worry Sonny, the Devil is already here and she’s feeling pretty tipsy.” Sonny let out a nervous laugh before leaning out of Rita’s grip and rubbing his sore cheek. 

Trevor’s attention was drawn back to the quiet prosecutor next to him. Rafael felt Trevor’s gaze as he lifted his newly poured drink to his lips.

One gulp. Two gulps. Three gulps.

Trevor leaned towards Rafael, “What are you so scared of Barba?” Rafael shot a look over to Trevor. 

“There’s nothing to be scared of.”

“Exactly.” Trevor slapped a hand onto Rafael’s shoulder and pushed him over towards the coffee table. 

Looking up from the directions, you smiled at Rafael as he was ushered into the living room by Trevor. The pair of fake handcuffs that hung off Rafael’s belt jingled when Trevor’s large hands pushed Rafael down next to you. Rafael swore under his breath in Spanish to the man before Trevor went and perched himself onto the arm of the couch next to Sonny. 

“I think we have it set up,” you say over to your boyfriend. Rafael nods subtlety before catching the gaze of Amanda sitting across from him. She watched Rafael from under her lashes and the corner of her mouth twitched up. Looking more head on at the two of you, she slid the planchette onto the board.

The intricate piece of wood was shaped in a triangle with rounded edges. In the center, a small dome of glass made it easy to see whatever was under the planchette when it would be slid around the board. 

Rafael wouldn’t tell you — or anyone in the room for that matter — that he did not and would not touch that thing willingly. You grabbed the planchette and placed it in the middle of the board. The intricate letters and numbers were bold and taunting. Rafael swallowed the jumble of nerves trying to push their way up his throat.

He jumped slightly when you touched his arm to motion him to place his fingers next to yours. Taking a moment too long, Trevor cupped a hand around one corner of his mouth and boomed, “Scared of some ghosts, Barba?” Rafael shot another look over to Langan before you grabbed his hands.

Your hands brought comfort to him. They were warm as you guided his fingers over to the planchette and when you lightly knocked your shoulder into his, you whispered out, “Don’t be scared, hon. I’ll protect you,” your left eye dropped down into a wink and while Rafael rolled his own at your retort, it did make him more relaxed.

You motioned for Amanda to do the same. She reached out both of her pointer and middle fingers and found a spot on one of the planchette sides. Amanda spoke quietly, “What should we ask first?”

Carisi’s mouth twisted as he bit down on the inside of his cheek. Rita let out a loud hum, twirling the end of her tail in her hand. “Don’t you have to ask if there’s anyone here in the first place?”

“Yeah, let’s see what we’re cooking with,” Trevor jumped in. He was able to reach over to the side table to grab another Jello-O shot, passing one over the top of Carisi’s head over to Rita who grinned devilishly.

You let out a shaky breath — which threw off Rafael for a split second — and said, “Is there a spirit with us?” While a silence fell over the group, waiting for something, Sonny’s lips moved quickly and quietly as he mouthed a prayer. 

You spoke again, more firmly, “Is there anyone who would like to speak with us today?” Amanda’s eyes went from the planchette, to you, to Rafael, back to you, and then back to the planchette. Rafael’s fingers twitched on the planchette, wanting to bring them back close to him, to his body. Or even to intertwine with your own fingers.

Despite the mellow hum of your playlist, there was a long and still silence between everyone in the room. Rita had stilled her tail twirling. Trevor’s mouth straightened into a thin line, eyebrow arched up. Sonny’s hands were clasped together in between his thighs. Amanda had squared her shoulders and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck trickle. Rafael’s mouth opened to say something — he wasn’t sure what he was going to say — but then he felt it in his fingers.

Rafael’s eyes are hard and locked onto the planchette. His fingers twitched as he felt the piece of wood slightly move diagonally away from him and over to the corner of the board where an intricately drawn YES was. When the word made itself at home under the glass dome in the middle of the planchette, Carisi’s voice was shaking, “That’s not funny Amanda,” the Brooklyn man scolded his coworker.

A noise came from Amanda in regards to Sonny’s accusation and when Rafael’s looked over at you under his lashes, you were already looking over at Amanda with a furrowed brow. Amanda felt your gaze on her and when she finally looked up from the planchette, she rolled her eyes, “Fine…fine.” Her hands lifted up in surrender and she scrunched her nose.

“See, nothing to be scared of Sonny,” Trevor snickered, fingers coming to pinch the top of Sonny’s ear. Sonny shouldered the brunette away, brows furrowed in annoyance and mouth lopsided into a frown. 

“Bite me, Langan.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Carisi,” Trevor shot back just before shooting back another Jello shot. This one was green.

Rafael was silently thanking Amanda from across the table. Hands brought back close to his being, Rafael let out the breath he was holding. He shivered when you scolded Amanda, “Gimme your fingers and don’t joke about, Amanda.”

Amanda let out a huff of air at your tone. “Alright, okay. Calm down.”

Amanda reached out her fingers again and settled them onto her designated spot on the planchette. You copied her and when Rafael didn’t follow suit, you and Amanda looked over at the lawyer. Rafael felt the room shift over to his attention. He felt stuffy in his cheap police uniform. Glancing over at you, he caught your eyes and he silently pleaded.

You didn’t react for a moment until finally, you silently let him off the hook with the smooth transition of reeling in Langan to put his money where his mouth is. Rafael got up from his spot, maybe a bit too quickly, and went over to where Langan was previously heckling from on the couch. Rafael’s legs were jelly and he was happy to plop down onto the couch, grabbing a Jello shot. He swallowed it down too fast to even acknowledge the color of it.

Trevor Langan dramatically rolled his eyes when you beckon him to substitute in for the demon summoning. But he gladly strolled his way over and sat down next to you on the floor. You had to scooch over a bit to make room for Trevor’s long legs and overall more lankier body. He rubbed his hands together and gave a grin before planting his fingers onto the planchette. “Let’s get this show on the road, ladies!”

Amanda and you exchanged looks before your fingers found their spots. The room went quiet again. Nobody noticed it, but the music had stopped in the middle of a song. Rita found herself needing to rest her eyes as playing with a Ouiji board doesn’t really help overly drunk people stay awake. Her head rested against the shoulder of a rigid Carisi. He didn’t seem to notice the extra weight on him.

“I’ll ask the questions this time since cops aren’t too good with questioning suspects,” Trevor quipped. Amanda glared over at the lawyer. You ignored Trevor and shifted your gaze over to the board. “Hello spirits, demons, and devils–” Rita mumbled out a noise of acknowledgement, eyes still closed, snuggling more into Carisi’s shoulder. Carisi fought the urge to shrug her off because he didn’t want to be rude but he wasn’t in a particular cuddly mood. Trevor continued, “Are you here with us?”

Rafael felt a coldness in the apartment. He noticed the lack of music as the group stayed quiet. Sonny felt his neck get prickly, the hair standing up and a shiver rolled up his back. If Rita was more sober, she probably could have felt it. 

“Spir—“ Trevor’s voice started but it was cut off by a yelp from someone as the room went dark, the snap of electricity confirming so. 

“Oh, Mother Theresa!” Sonny’s voice was sharp and trembling. Rita let out a hum in question before opening her eyes. The air was rigid and cold. Rafael was quick to jump onto his feet in one swift motion. You blinked quickly, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the darkness. 

Slowly but surely, you were able to make out shapes in the room. You were about to call out to Rafael when there was a sharp shriek. It started out high in its caliber but then it morphed into something gruesome and growling. 

“What the fuck–” That was Trevor. Then a small light shone in the middle of the room, like a little slice of heaven from above. Rafael’s blood ran cold. Carisi stood abruptly, stumbling over his large feet towards Rafael. Rita curled her legs up onto your couch, hugging the back of the furniture, as if she was using it to ground herself not only physically, but mentally.

Trevor’s hand shook, making the light shive as it shined over onto the blonde detective. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You were sure nobody in the room could.

Across from you, on the other side of your thifted coffee table that took you thirty minutes to convince Rafael to get with you, was Detective Amanda Rollins possessed by something. All of her fingers were bent harshly and weirdly, each one of them touching the planchette in some way. Her shoulders were stiff, but her chin was lifted slightly, mouth slightly agape as she moaned and groaned inhumanely.

Her hair seemed electric. The ends of her blonde strands were lifting at the ends very slightly, strands engulfing around her head. The part that made your eyes water and your heart pound heavily were her eyes. They were wide open and black.

“A-amanda.. This i-isn’t funny!”

Sonny’s voice seemed to shake to the same rhythm as Trevor Langan’s hand. You heard the lawyer mutter more curses under his breath as he stood. Rita was able to swing her legs over the back of the couch and her feet stepped softly towards the front door of your apartment. She paused when Amanda let out another shriek that morphed into a muffled, pained groan.

In the dull phone flashlight, Amanda’s head began to turn, peeking over her shoulder at Sonny. Sonny backed up towards Rafael more, shivering as the two men touched. Sonny’s hand grabbed Rafael’s wrist tightly.  “Amanda?” The voice was crackly and harsh, like Amanda had spent her last thirty years smoking two packs a day straight. Her teeth snapped together and her tongue swiped over her lips. She let out a giggle. “Amanda’s not here to play, Dominick.”

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Tempting Tan Lines

A story written in collaboration with @pascalispretty in the Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun/Sonny Carisi x Reader Law School AU Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way

Co-written with @pascalispretty wow it has been such a long time since we've done something. Cross posted on ao3!

Written for @pascalispretty , @melk917 , and @lannister-slings-and-arrows 's Wet Hot Summer Bingo filling the Tan Lines square.

Warnings: sex (p. in v.), vaginal fingering, hand job, teasing, swearing, brief mention of a breeding kink (happens off screen), masturbation. Rating: E Word Count: 4786 Summary: Rafael decides to wake up you and Sonny so he can admire your tan lines up close.

You wake to the feeling of fingers tracing delicately over your shoulder and across your breast. Awareness comes to you slowly–it takes you a moment to remember that you’re not in your own bed at home even if you do have Sonny pressed against your back. 

Turning your head and blinking blearily against the bright morning light, you realize that it’s Rafa’s fingers that are tracing your tan lines as he leans over a still-sleeping Sonny. The bed is empty on your other side and there are no immediate clues as to where Rita might have gone. 

“Morning,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Satisfied that you’re awake, Rafa turns his attention to Sonny. You roll onto your back and watch as he presses kisses to the nape of your boyfriend’s neck and strokes his fingers gently over the tan line on his hip. It takes him a little longer to stir, first muttering something sleepily and then attempting to clutch you tighter to him before he wakes properly. 

“What’re you doing, Raf?” Sonny asks, his voice thick with sleep. 

“Rita went to get breakfast and I got bored waiting for her. And the two of you just looked so irresistible.” Rafa grins down at you both, ignoring the grumbles of protest as he pushes his way between your bodies so he can kneel in the middle of the bed. “I couldn’t help admiring your tan lines.” 

You and Sonny had been at your parent’s house in the Hamptons for a little longer than Rafa and Rita and you had spent that time lazing beside the pool, determined to make the most of the few free days you have together. 

“Vacations are for sleeping in.” Your eyelids still feel heavy and you’re certain you could sleep for another hour or two. Beside you, Sonny stifles a yawn and nods. “We’re tired, Rafi.” 

“I thought you sweet young things were supposed to be insatiable and full of energy,” Rafa teases, squeezing your thigh. “You know, I love you both when you’re like this.” 

“Like what?” Sonny asks, tipping his head back to look up at Rafa. 

“All soft and warm.” You smile, rolling your eyes. “Sleepy and pliant, too.” As if to prove his point, he runs his fingers down Sonny’s chest and watches as his half-hard cock gives an interested twitch. He swallows the soft noise that Sonny makes with a kiss, slowly moving his lips against Sonny’s fuller ones. You can’t help watching them, ignoring them like this would practically be a crime when they look so lovely together. 

“Didn’t forget you, sweetheart,” Rafa murmurs when he breaks away from Sonny and leans down to kiss you too. It’s the same kind of slow, lazy kiss as he gave Sonny and you appreciate it–you’re not sure you could keep up with anything else right now. You make a soft noise in the back of your throat when his tongue darts out to trace along your lower lip, your legs falling open inadvertently. 

“See what I mean?” Rafa asks with a low chuckle as he encourages you to open your legs wider so he can kneel between them. “Pliant.” 

You sigh, still too close to sleep to bother arguing with that smirk on his lips and enjoying the way his warm palm slid from your stomach down to cup your cunt. You groan quietly and he leans down to kiss you again, his lips still stretched into a smile. 

“Am I making it worth your while to be awake yet or do I need to try a little harder?” he teases, pressing the heel of his hand against your clit. You gasp against his lips. “I’ll take that as try harder” is the only warning you get before he slides a thick finger inside of you. 

Rafa breaks away from your lips with a quick final peck, his finger sliding in and out of you languidly. 

“Mmm… She feels so perfect inside, doesn’t she, Sonny?” he asks your boyfriend, bending over him and brushing his long sharp nose against Sonny’s. You turn your head to watch Sonny lean up to try to capture Rafa’s lips only for Rafa to pull away at the last second with a taunting grin.

“I wouldn’t want to keep the two of you from your beauty sleep.” His finger stops inside of you and you shift underneath him, impatient and wanting. “Sleep is so very important after all and honestly, since sex is so far down your list of priorities–”

Sonny finally stretches far enough to catch Rafa’s lips, surprising the older man. Rafa grunts and then smiles again, humming deep in his throat and licking into Sonny’s mouth. He finally pulls his finger out of you and you whine, frustrated, only for him to push two back in, his mouth and attention still very much occupied by the younger man’s plush red lips. You gasp, throwing your head back onto the pillow and closing your eyes, the sudden stretch of his fingers something you want to savor to the sound of Sonny being thoroughly kissed next to you. 

Sonny groans and Rafa crooks his fingers, tapping your g spot while Sonny shifts and mumbles something against Rafa’s lips. 

“Afraid I didn’t catch that, Sonny,” Rafa replies, dragging his fingers out of you slowly and flicking your clit with his thumb. 

“Sleep is for the weak,” Sonny repeats a little breathlessly and you nod quickly, eyes still screwed shut. Rafa flicks your clit again and starts to fuck you in earnest with two fingers, his pace slow and steady. 

“Glad you feel that way.” You open your eyes to see Rafa lean over Sonny again and kiss him, tongue licking slowly across the seam of his lips before disappearing between them with a happy grumble. The sight of the two of them making out next to you is almost enough to distract you from the feel of Rafa’s fingers scissoring inside of you. The wet noises Rafa makes with their lips and his tongue as he licks into Sonny’s mouth are obscene and make you shiver–working hard to compete with the feel of his fingers as he slowly pulls nearly all the way out of you before pushing back inside to build that fire that’s starting low in your belly. 

You try to twist onto your side to see better but Rafa shakes his head, breaking his kiss with Sonny just long enough to admonish, 

“I haven’t finished with you yet, you stay right there and just relax until I’ve said good morning to Sonny.” He sucks on Sonny’s bottom lip and speeds up the movements of his fingers, dragging them against your walls with every pass. 

“Jesus, fuck, Rafa–” you gasp, writhing in place. Rafa smirks against Sonny’s cherry-red lips and wraps his other hand around the young man’s hard cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sonny whimpers and Rafa circles his thumb around the head slowly, spreading precome all around it before giving him a few slow teasing strokes. Rafa spends the next few minutes with his hands occupied with both of you, kissing first Sonny, then you, and then Sonny again. 

“Look at all these tan lines,” Rafa sighs, pulling away from Sonny’s plush lips and staring down at you both. “I think I want to spend the rest of the day out by the pool tracing every single one of them with my tongue. And then any new ones you accumulated while I was occupied.” He bends down again and kisses the crease of your hip, nibbling gently at the tan line there and making you twitch. 

“Sonny, you need to wear the same length shorts when you’re outside, you look ridiculous,” he teases, leaning over and kissing one of the awkward lines on Sonny’s long thighs. 

Keeping your eyes open to watch your boyfriend writhe under Rafa becomes more and more difficult the longer that he fucks and stretches you open with his thick fingers. Every time it seems like you’re on the edge of a spectacular orgasm Rafa backs his fingers away, grins down at you, and kisses you, holding his fingers just inside your cunt and letting it fade again. 

“Rafa…” you pant, gripping his forearm and the sheets next to you tightly. “Rafa, fuck, please. Please just…” He pecks your lips and then the tip of your nose before shaking his head and kissing you again. 

“Mmm, no, don’t think so,” he tells you, twisting his wrist on an upstroke and making Sonny gasp. You look over at him and he’s red-faced, his big blue eyes wide and locked onto Rafa’s hand as it moves on his cock. “That definitely isn’t convincing enough.” 

You watch him press his thumb under the head of Sonny’s cock and then drag it down the vein on the underside and you shudder. Sonny is incoherent, twisting the sheets in his hands and, Jesus Christ, you can’t blame him. 

“There’s got to be some way I can persuade you,” you whine, wiggling your hips, trying to get him to shove his fingers back in a little deeper. You turn your attention back to Rafa and he looks over at you, pondering, a smirk just starting to play around his lips. 

“Probably not,” he tells you honestly, thumb brushing gently against your clit, making your thighs twitch. “I doubt even you could beg that well.” 

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Rafa, come on, let me try, I can beg so well for you,” you plead, nails digging into his arm. 

He pushes his fingers in, sudden and deep, and you groan. 

“You’re more than welcome to try of course,” he replies, smirk growing as he scissors his fingers and taps your g spot again. “But I truly, sincerely, completely doubt your success.” 

Once you catch your breath, you try again. 

“Please, Rafi. Please let me come, I’ll be such a good girl–I’ll do anything you want me to,” you whine, your free hand finding Sonny’s wrist and clutching tightly. “Aren’t there any–oh, fuck–games you want to play?” Rafa keeps his fingers moving at a merciless pace inside you, every muscle in your core tightening as you inch closer to the edge again. 

“Like what, sweetheart?” he asks, that sly smirk not letting up for a second. “It would have to be a very good game to make it worth my while.” Beside you Sonny rolls his hips up, trying to no avail to get Rafa to keep working his palm over his cock. 

“I’ll…I can show you what a good girl I am,” you gasp, shuddering when Sonny presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’ll keep your cock warm while we wait for Rita? I could wear a plug? Or a vibe at dinner that you can play with?” You’re desperately throwing out random suggestions, and you finally see his eyes glint at that last one. 

“That could be entertaining–watching you squirm in a restaurant? Though, I’m not sure I’d appreciate being distracted from my food...” You whine petulantly, all too aware of how pathetic you sound, as Rafa slows his fingers just enough to keep you from coming. 

“You know,” Rafa muses, stroking Sonny a little faster and smirking as he barely moves his fingers inside of you. “Rita doesn’t get tan lines. You know how she does that?”

“Raf,” you huff, your breath hitching as he takes his hand off your boyfriend’s cock just long enough to bring one of Sonny’s hands to your breast. Sonny takes the hint and pinches your nipple between his fingers even as he whines at the loss of Rafa’s hand on his dick. 

“She tans naked. I would sacrifice being able to tease the two of you about these tan lines if I could watch you both tan naked,” he tells you, wiggling the fingers in your cunt.

“I need to come, pleasepleaseplease… I’ll be so good, I promise, just let me come on your perfect fingers, Rafi, please–” Instead of giving you what you want he stops entirely. Before you can even open your mouth to keep begging he slips his fingers out of you, leaving your cunt trying to tighten around nothing. 

“Not fair! Rafa–” you start, only to be abruptly silenced as he pushes his fingers between your lips, the taste of yourself filling your mouth as he looks down at you. 

“Perfect fingers?” he asks, clearly amused, and he pushes them a little deeper into your mouth. You nod as enthusiastically as you can with his fingers pressing against your tongue. 

“They really are,” Sonny chimes in, curling against you so he can press his cock against your thigh. You want to reach out to touch him, to finish what Rafa had started, but you know the older man will slap your hand away. 

“Be a good boy, Dominick: get me a condom.” Before Sonny can move, Rafa leans over for another deep kiss and uses his free hand to palm at Sonny’s ass. “That’s it.”

Still eager to prove yourself, you suck on Rafa’s fingers–your tongue darting between them to taste more of yourself on his skin. When he looks back at you, he presses down just enough to make you gag. 

"Make you a deal, baby," Rafa tells you, watching as you choke around his fingers but determinedly keep sucking. "You can come. But only on my cock, nothing else. I'll fuck you as long as you want. As hard or as gently as you want. But no one's fingers touch that pretty little clit of yours." You’re so desperate that you agree without hesitation; you feel like your skin is three sizes too small and all your muscles are tensed in anticipation of release. 

“Good girl.” Rafa grins and leans down to kiss the tip of your nose. Sonny slides back onto the bed beside you and looks at Rafa, those beautiful eyes of his wide. 

“Can I?” he asks, holding up the foil packet in his hand. 

“How can I say no when you asked so nicely?” Rafa watches intently as Sonny tears the packet open and reaches for his cock. “Perfect sweet things. Rita’ll be mad she missed seeing you both so needy.” He hisses the last word through his teeth as Sonny slides the condom on his cock, adding a few slow pumps of his hand for good measure. 

“Pretty boy,” Rafa warns, laughing and shoving him away. Sonny grins at him, big innocent blue eyes sparkling and steals a quick kiss before Rafa crawls over you and noses at your cheek. 

“Remember our deal, sweetheart. Only on my cock.”

Rafa’s cock is a stretch and it’s delicious. That first thrust is smooth and slow and burns on just the right side of perfect. He’s big and warm and heavy on top of you as he settles and waits for you to adjust before licking into your mouth and starting to fuck you. 

He starts so slow, forehead pressed to yours, letting you feel every inch and ridge of him. You feel his breath fan across your cheek and you groan deep in your throat as he seems to drag his cock over every single sensitive spot inside of you. 

“Rafa…” you groan and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your nose. 

“Yes?”

“Oh my God, Rafa, please, are you ever going to really fuck me?”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?” he asks, still grinning down at you. “I guess if you don’t like it I could stop and move on to Sonny, maybe have better luck pleasing him–”

You wrap your legs around his hips and moan at him. 

“No, don’t! Rafa, don’t you dare!” He nips your lips and thrusts a little harder, swallowing your sharp gasp and tangling his fingers in your hair. He tugs as he speeds up his pace. 

“Mmm, sure this is working for you?” he teases, thrusting hard and fast a few times before slowing back down a bit, letting you really feel his cock again. 

“Positive, God, please Rafa, harder, harder…” you beg, throwing your head back and whimpering. Rafa kisses down your throat and snaps his hips quicker, the slap of his skin on yours loud and absolutely perfect. His chest hair scratches against your nipples and sends tiny little bursts of pleasure down your spine. 

“Like this sweetheart? Huh? Gonna come on my cock?” You bite your lip and nod quickly. “Fuck, I hope so. I fucking love the feel of this pretty pussy clenching down on my cock.” Sonny groans from his spot next to you and you look over to see him watching intently. 

“Darlin’, you should see his ass when he fucks you,” Sonny grunts, one of his hands drifting down his stomach to his cock. Rafa glances at him and makes a disapproving noise deep in his throat. 

“Hands off the goods, pretty boy.” Sonny smirks, resting his hand on his stomach, and Rafa snaps his hips hard, cock hitting your g spot and making you shudder. 

“Faster, Rafa, please, fuck…” 

You can feel your orgasm building deep in your core and you tilt your hips up, hoping to get his cock in just the right spot. But it’s stalling, you can feel it hovering just on the edge and you start to worry that you need just that little bit more. You whine and he flashes his teeth at you when he grins. 

“Aw, not going to wimp out on me now are you, sweetheart?” he taunts, stopping with his cock buried deep inside of you and his face pressed against your neck. 

“Need more Rafa, come on,” you beg and he shakes his head. 

“On my cock or not at all.” He grinds his hips against yours, pushing himself impossibly deeper inside you. You wail, frustrated, your nails digging into the soft skin of his back when you try to fuck yourself on his cock. 

“Told you, sweet girl. Want to feel you coming around me–that perfect cunt trying to pull me in deeper.” 

“Feels so fucking good when you do that, baby. Like you can’t get my dick far enough inside you,” Sonny murmurs, running his fingers down your arm. 

“Mmm, yes.” Rafa nips at your neck before setting a relentless pace, moving hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall with every stroke. Every pass of his cock rubs up against that spot inside of you and you screw your eyes closed as you try and lose yourself in the feeling. “It’s even better when you’ve come before.” 

“Fuck, it really is. When you get all oversensitive and squirmy? It’s so hot, doll,” Sonny agrees. You know what they mean; sometimes it feels like you’ll pass out if he keeps going but you’ll die if he stops. 

Your breath is forced out of you in short soft gasps as Rafa fucks you, every inch of your skin buzzing like you’ve just touched an exposed wire. He doesn’t seem far away from coming himself, his movements becoming more erratic as he gets closer. 

You drag one of your clutching hands away from Rafa’s back and catch Sonny’s, twining his fingers with yours. 

“C’mon, you must be so close. I wanna watch you come, baby…” Sonny trails off, squeezing your hand. Your eyes are so tightly closed that they ache and your throat burns at the sudden lack of air in the room. The sound that escapes you when you come sounds closer to a sob and tears creep out from under your lashes at the intensity of the heat flooding through your body. 

You try to catch your breath but you just can’t. Rafa fucks you right through your orgasm as though he hasn’t even noticed it. The slick slapping sound of your bodies seems obscenely loud and your nails scrape against Rafa’s back, making him hiss sharply. 

“Good girl, feels so fucking good, fuck, fuck-” 

He pulls out of you abruptly and you whine at the loss. He rolls you onto your stomach and groans, one large hand palming at your ass. You hear Rafa start to jerk off behind you and Sonny gasps softly as he watches. 

“Look at these tan lines,” Rafa manages. “Such a tease, reminding me what you look like in that tiny fucking bikini. Gonna give you a few more lines–”

Rafa’s hand on your ass squeezes tighter as he comes with a loud moan. You feel his come splatter warmly across your skin, right over where the tan lines left by your bikini bottoms are.

“Rita will be so upset that she missed all this for pastries,” Rafa jokes, giving your ass one last pinch before he leans over to throw the condom into the wastebin by the bed. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you turn over and Sonny tugs you a little closer to him. 

“You looked so pretty,” he whispers, kissing away the tears on your cheeks before pulling you in for a deep, filthy kiss. You sink your fingers into his soft hair as he licks into your mouth, moaning when you feel his cock against your hip. 

“Feeling a little desperate, Dominick?” Rafa teases, running his hand down Sonny’s side. “You’re so impatient,” he laughs. “Anyone would think it’s been days! Wasn’t that show you two put on last night for me and Rita enough?” The memory makes you shudder and Sonny rocks his hips against you in an attempt to press closer. Another bright chuckle escapes Rafa and he squeezes Sonny’s hip. 

“Lie back, pretty boy. You’ve been so patient, such a very, very good boy. I think you deserve a treat.” You huff a small laugh through your nose at how quickly Sonny does as he’s told, rolling off you to lie on his back. Instead of turning his attention immediately to Sonny, Rafa wraps his long fingers around one of your wrists and tugs gently. 

“Up you get.” Rafa pulls you up to your knees and then wraps an arm around your waist. Realizing what he wants you to do, you put a hand on his arm. 

“Raf, wait. I’m so tired, it’s too much–” you complain. You desperately want Sonny inside you, pressed so close that you can’t tell where he ends and you begin, but, God, you don’t think you have the energy to ride him. Rafa makes a shushing sound and leans in so closely that his lips brush the shell of your ear. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll do the work for you–me and Sonny. You can just sit there and enjoy the ride,” he whispers, wrapping one of his strong arms around your middle. A quick glance at Sonny’s long, lean body in front of you, his cock hard and weeping precome onto his stomach, is enough to convince you. 

“Oh, alright, twist my arm,” you agree with a tired grin, letting Rafa help you on top of Sonny. You can’t deny the way being manhandled, the way Rafa is going to use you to get Sonny off, sends sparks racing down your spine. You feel Rafa smirk against the side of your neck and you gasp when he nips the shell of your ear. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, moving to straddle Sonny’s legs behind you. He lifts you up and then Sonny’s sitting up and reaching forward to position his cock under you while Rafa and gravity help you sink down on it in one smooth glide. 

“Fuuuck…” Sonny groans, flopping back onto the bed, the tendons in his neck standing out as he tries to hold still. You echo his groan and squirm on his lap, his cock hitting every over-sensitive spot inside you. 

Rafa’s arms are strong around your waist and his breath is hot against the side of your neck when he nuzzles you and jostles you a bit, causing both you and Sonny to whine again. 

“Look at him tremble, baby, God, he looks like he could come on command.” Rafa’s right. You can feel Sonny’s muscles quivering between your thighs and watching him hold back like this for you makes everything fucking hotter. “Just waiting for me to tell him when.”

You nod, gripping Rafa’s strong forearms tightly. Shivering, you rock your hips forward and cry out when even that feels like you’ve stuck your finger in a light socket. 

“Looks like she’s ready for you, pretty boy,” Rafa tells Sonny, pressing tight against your back. And then he lifts you up; the feel of Sonny’s cock leaving your body makes you shudder and scrabble at Rafa’s arms. He bites the side of your neck and Sonny fucks up into you again. 

The two of them set a fast and erratic pace and it’s blinding with how sensitive you are post-orgasm. All you can do is sag against Rafa’s chest and occasionally reach down to scratch through the trail of hair on Sonny’s belly. You rest your fingers against the line across Sonny’s hips, pressing against the tan skin of his abdomen until it turns the same pale color of the skin that had been covered by his swim trunks. 

It’s obvious that your boyfriend isn’t going to last long; you can feel his cock twitch inside of you and he’s panting like he just ran a marathon. 

“Thinking about that show you put on for us last night?” Rafa asks, voice a gravelly growl against your back. Sonny whines. “Remembering how hard it was for you to control yourself pretending to breed her? Fill her up with a few babies and watch her walk around with a piece of you inside her for the whole world to see?” 

Sonny’s fingers are tight around your hips and he nods, quick and hard and distracted. You’re sure there are going to be at least a couple of bruises there by tonight for all of you to admire.

“Getting ready to come, sweet boy?” Rafa asks, watching Sonny from over your shoulder. “Can’t hold on much longer? Going to fill her up? Push your come as deep inside her as you can?” Sonny whines and nods desperately, flush traveling down his neck and settling bright and red on his chest. “Well, what’s stopping you? You don’t need my permission do you?” 

“Fuck, Rafa,” he pants, hanging onto you for dear life. “Want it anyways, please…”

“Come, baby, go on. I want to watch you come inside her,” Rafa orders, his skin so warm against yours. Sonny’s hands clutch harder at your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as his thrusts get sloppier and more urgent. 

“Oh my god, Sonny–” you choke, Rafa’s arms the only thing keeping you upright as Sonny pounds into you. Those pretty blue eyes sweep over your body before fluttering closed as he throws his head back, his whole body tensing as he comes with a loud moan. You can feel his cock pulse inside of you as he fills you up, your muscles clenching and tightening around him. 

Rafa hums behind you, pleased, and presses a few kisses to the side of your neck while Sonny catches his breath, his head thrown back and his long neck still on display. 

“C’mere,” he finally groans, lifting his head up and gesturing for you. Rafa unwinds his arms from around your waist and nuzzles at your temple before swinging his leg over Sonny’s and settling next to him with a deeply satisfied groan. He tucks an arm behind his head, watching and smiling, as you stretch out on your boyfriend’s chest. Sonny wraps his arms around your back, rubbing his face against your hair. He’s practically purring underneath you as you settle with his cock still inside you. 

“Mmm,” Sonny grumbles and you smile, closing your eyes as you feel the noise in your chest. “Good morning to you too,” he teases, running his fingers down your spine and slowly back up again. 

“Hmm, shhh, sleeping now,” you sigh back, patting his ribs absently. You doze off to the sound of Rafa laughing next to you.

It doesn't feel like you've been asleep for very long when you’re jolted awake by the sound of Rita scoffing from somewhere in the general direction of the door. She says something you don’t catch and you feel the mattress shift as Rafa gets out of bed. You don’t need to open your eyes, you can hear the self-satisfied smirk on his face as he offers to her, 

“I’d be more than happy to eat you out as a pre-breakfast snack, Reets. Just so you don’t feel left out.”

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how about SVU? =D

Hey! Thanks for the ask.😘

Favourite female character - I have a soft spot for Dr. Melinda Warner.

Favourite male character - It was always Stabler back in the day, but these days it’s probably a tie between Carisi and Barba.

Worst female character - I wasn’t a huge fan of Dani Beck, but it’s probably unfair to call her the worst female character. I just can’t think of anyone else, except Rita Calhoun and that judge who became a defence lawyer. The defence lawyers really are the worst in this show! (Yeah, yeah, I know, copaganda, defence lawyers are not the devil, etc, etc.)

Worst male character - Not a huge fan of Ed Tucker, Chief Dodds or Chief McGrath. Also, Buchanan, who pops up as a defence lawyer sometimes, he really is one of the nastiest fuckers.

OTP - Barisi (Sonny Carisi x Rafael Barba), although I don’t hate Rollisi (Carisi x Amanda Rollins)

BrOTP - Fin and Munch

NOTP - Olivia x Ed Tucker, Olivia x David Haden (IMDb says that’s how the show spells Haden so I’ll take their word for it).

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Not Without You ~Casey Novak xFem Wife!Reader (Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot) [MATURE]

You Go Too Fast for Me ~Dom!Rough!Alex Cabot xFem Sub!Lover!Reader*

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My Guardian Angel ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Investigator!Reader (Liz Donnelly x Alex Cabot) feat. Rafael Barba & Olivia Benson

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Not What It Looks Like

Rafael Barba x reader x Rita Calhoun Established!Poly!Barhoun Warnings: language, alcohol, smut, threesome, praise kink. Covers a square for @prentiss-theorem bingo! Don't wanna miss any new stuff? Sign up for a taglist here! Like what you're reading? Tip your author here!

Rita knew she was home late, having worked through dinner and then gone for plea agreement drinks with an ADA from White Collar, but she didn’t expect to come home to such a quiet dark apartment. You were a natural night owl, often up into the late hours of the night, the television on a low rumble while you tidied up around the house, caught up on work or binged through something in Rita’s book collection. Even if you were out, she was used to Rafael motoring his way through piles of paperwork at the kitchen island, indulging in a very late dinner or Spanish ramblings coming from the other room as he had his weekly phone call with Lucia. Most days she came home late the two of you were some degree of tangled together on the couch, a glass of scotch in Rafael’s hand while the other scribbled through questioning, simply enjoying each other’s company in mainly silence.

Letting out a soft sigh she slipped out of her blazer, leaving it draped over the back of the couch while her bag was lightly dropped onto the cushions, when she spotted a bottle of wine on the coffee table and that spurred on her taste buds. Wandering back to the kitchen she pulled out a bottle of red, pouring herself a glass, a happy hum escaping her lips as she took the first sip, shoulders relaxing as the stress of the day finally began to wash away. She pulled the clip out of her hair, shaking it loose, fingers combing through the loose curls as she meandered down the hallway. She noticed the door to the home office cracked, a sliver of light coming from within it and her lips curved up into a smile, figuring Rafael was working away inside. Once in the bedroom she took out her earrings, slipping off the rest of her jewelry and placing it into the appropriate spots in the jewelry box. She scooped up the glass of wine, heading back toward the office with the thought of enticing Rafael away from work in favour of a drink and some positive socialization.

When she approached the door she heard a small giggle come from within, your voice murmuring softly along with Rafael’s and her lips curved up into a smirk. She was no longer wondering where you’d ran off to, you no doubt were already trying to drag Rafael out of the office and back to the couch where the half bottle of wine still sat. She pushed the door open and her brow raised at the sight in front of her, Rafael was, of course, sitting behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, shirt unbuttoned, tie and suspenders already gone. It was more you she was amused by, perched in his lap, facing her, your cheeks flushed, lips kiss swollen. Your eyes widened as you noticed her in the doorway and Rafael swore quietly, attempting to catch his breath before you managed to find your voice.

“You wouldn’t by chance believe me if I told you this wasn’t what it looks like?”

Rita chuckled, her eyes darkening as she stepped into the room, “oh really?” She cocked a brow in your direction, “you’re telling me you didn’t come in here all dolled up in a pretty little sundress to taunt Rafael? Get him all hot and bothered, distracted from his work?” She bent down, scooping up your discarded panties from the floor, letting them dangle from her finger as she approached the desk, “I’m so sure you’re intentions were innocent and you had no plans of his cock being buried in that pretty little pussy of yours, did you?”

Now standing in front of the two of you Rita’s free hand pinched at the hem of your dress, pulling it up to expose your bare cunt where Rafael’s skin met yours, your juices coating him and your thighs. Rita let your skirt drop, her eyes moving from where you were joined up to your face, a smirk on her lips.

“Always look so beautiful nice and full.” She leant back against the desk, crossing her arms over her chest, looking to Rafael, her head tilting, “well… don’t stop on my accord. Get the poor girl off.”

Rafael’s hands tightened around your waist, leaning back in his chair as his hips rocked up and you began to gently bounce on his cock again.

“Fuck…” You muttered; your eyes fluttering shut for a moment before you felt Rita’s hand cupping at your cheek gently. Her thumb rubbed at your chin affectionately before it traced your lips and you looked up at her, your lips wrapping around her thumb, sucking it into your mouth.

“Good girl.” She praised, pushing the digit deeper into your mouth, “always so skilled with your mouth aren’t you?”

“You know she is.” Rafael grunted, thrusting deeper into you and you let out a low moan.

“Well we should put it to good use then, shouldn’t we?” Rita’s hand disappeared from your mouth, slipping under her skirt to rid herself of her own panties letting them drop to the floor before she bunched up her skirt, settling on top of the desk, her pussy bare and on display as she spread her legs. You let out a louder moan and she chuckled darkly, “is he throbbing inside of you?” Her eyes darted to Raf, “like what you see?”

“Yes...” He groaned back.

“Figured I may as well have some fun too,” her hand stroked at your head, “lean forward darling.”

Rafael shifted, standing from the chair as his hold on your hips tightened, keeping you upright and in the right position as Rita relaxed on the desk and he flattened your back out, watching your hands brace against her thighs. He felt his cock twitch at the eagerness you presented, hands already tracing patterns across her skin, your pussy fluttering around him as he kept a steady deep pace of his thrusts. Rita quickly placed her hands on the desk behind her, supporting her weight as she leant back, feeling your lips press a quick kiss to her inner thigh before you bit into the supple skin and she let out a small hiss.

Your hands curled around her thighs, fingertips soothing back and forth as your surged forward, your tongue wide and flat as you licked her folds from bottom to top, flicking at her clit and she let out a satisfied moan. Behind you Rafael gave a particularly powerful thrust and you whined out, your nose bumping her clit with the forward push. He let out a small chuckle, watching your face bury between her legs as you started to eat her out with expertise, tongue plunging into her, eager to get her juices spread across her cunt and smeared over your lips.

“Fuck darling…” A hand came to tangle into your hair, “that’s it, you know just how I like it.”

“Mmmhmm.” You mumbled into her, sucking her lower lips into your mouth as your tongue probed into her, little whines and moans sending vibrations into her pussy, making her body shiver as Rafael continued to thrust into you. He began alternating pumps, throwing in the occasional swirl of his hips, his cock brushing right against the sensitive spot within you, your fingers clenching harder at Rita’s thighs.

You could feel Rita getting wetter with each ministration of your tongue, her moans getting more and more breathy as you continued. You couldn’t see her, but Rafael could, her head thrown back, her hips rocking toward the edge of the desk in time with your motions, matching the pace he was fucking you. Her sleeveless blouse was riding down as her back arched, the curve of her chest peeking out more each time she took a breath, her chest heaving, a shimmer of sweat breaking out across it.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He muttered, a hand spanking gently at your ass before he squeezed the flesh, “both of you. Fuck.” His hips faltered as you clenched around him and he let out a moan, “always take me so well querida, tight little pussy loves this cock, doesn’t it?” His next thrust was more aggressive as he began to pick up the pace a little bit, rocking your body out of line and you surged upwards to not crash directly into Rita.

“Yes! Fuck. God I love it.”

Above you, Rita chuckled, her hand pinching at your chin, “oh darling, you’re always so good for us. You know, we should really stuff you full one night soon. How would you like both of our cocks at the same time? I think you’d rather enjoy that.”

“I would. Please ma’am.” You nodded quickly before ducking between her legs again, eager to show her just how much you would love to be used like a toy between them, even more so than right now.

“That’s my good little princess.” She cooed, letting out a gasp when your lips wrapped around her pulsing clit, sucking the nub into your mouth, “fuck! Oh god… I’m close.. more, darling.”

Hearing her words Rafael picked up his pace once again, hips slapping against your own with each thrust he gave you. You moved one hand from her thigh to her pussy, swiping two fingers through her folds, coating them in her wetness before you plunged them into her cunt.

“Shit!” She swore, her head dropping back once again as your fingers pumped inside her in the same tempo that Rafael’s cock plunged into you. Your fingers twisted, curling as your mouth continued its motions on her clit, tongue flicking across it as you sucked her.

You could feel the coil building deep within you, the fire coursing through your veins at the pleasure both of them were bringing you. You would never say no to being used like this, you would happily eat Rita out for hours on end, you had before and you’d do it again. Usually Rafael would watch from the chair across from the bed, lazily thrusting into his hand until he came across your tits or into your mouth, but having his cock buried in your tight cunt was a whole new level of sensation. You could feel sweat coating your skin and you half wished you’d decided to forgo the dress, being completely bare while the two of them were still dressed would be a different type of pleasure all together. If you’d had any sense in your brain you would’ve tucked the idea away for later but between Rita’s juices and the power of his thrusts you were nearly senseless already.

Rita’s hand tightened in your hair, shoving your face harder into her cunt as your fingers began to curl with each thrust, pushing into her g-spot with each pass. You could feel her squeezing around you, juices practically dripping down your wrist already as her hips continued to rock up towards the touch. Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut, string of swears and throaty moans escaping her lips as her chest heaved, pleasure coursing through her body higher and higher with each thrust of your hand.

“Fuck…” She groaned out and Raf spanked you again.

“So good querida, make her come.”

You crooked your fingers again, this time lingering on the sensitive spot right as you gave a powerful suck to her clit and Rita cried out, her thighs threatening to close around you as her orgasm washed over her, body trembling as she almost lost strength to keep herself upright on the desk. She shuddered as your fingers slipped out of her, your tongue kitten licking at her pussy to clean up the mess you’d made smeared across it and her thighs. You half straightened up, letting out a moan as Rafael plunged into you faster now, one hand still braced on Rita as you caught her eye, sucking your fingers into your mouth and cleaning them of her wetness.

“So good darling.” She panted, her hand caressing at the side of your cheek before her gaze turned to Rafael, “pull her up all the way, she’s almost there.” His hand grabbed at your shoulder, pulling you flush to him and you let out a moan, his cock hitting deeper within you, brushing past your g-spot at a whole new angle.

“Oh god!” You yelped, “Raf.. more… please.”

His free hand wrapped around you, shoving up the skirt of your dress to pinch at your clit, rubbing furiously at it as you clenched down around him your juices dripping down your thighs. You were so close, the fire about to burst from right under your skin when Rita slipped off the desk, quickly fixing her skirt before she tugged down the top of your dress, your tits popping out over the hem. Her hands slid up your body before cupping your chest, rolling your nipples between her thumbs and fingers, a smirk on her lips as you suddenly couldn’t keep your eyes open. The triple sensation was rocking through your body, your eyes clenched shut as you yelped, your pussy pulsing harder and harder, Rafael’s cock throbbed inside you and you were seeing stars. You did your best not to collapse against either of them, trying to stay upright as he fucked harder and faster into you, chasing his own release.

“Shit!” He grunted, “oh god… so fucking wet.” He groaned, his own eyes fluttering shut, “gonna come…”

“Come inside her.” Rita offered with a shrug, “I think you deserve it once in a while.” Her hand pinched at your chin, “think she’d like that. Wouldn’t you?”

You nodded at her, eyes barely breaking open as you panted, letting out a little whine and a moment later you gasped loudly at the feeling of Rafael’s cum painting your walls. He grunted, fucking into you a few more times until he finally stilled, shuddering at the way your cunt was continuing to flutter around him.

“Fuck…” he muttered, hands softly rubbing at your body, his lips coming to meet the soft skin of your neck, “you alright?”

“Mmhm.” You replied breathlessly, turning your head to kiss him softly and his hand smoothed back a piece of your mussed up hair, “more than alright.”

“Seems like I should come home late more often.” Rita teased, pulling a chuckle from both of you, “now how about we get you cleaned up before bed?” Her hand softly pinched at your chin again and you nodded, whimpering as Rafael’s cock slipped from you and you could feel his cum leaking down your legs.

He laughed softly, watching his release for a moment before he swiped some of it up with his fingers, “someone definitely needs a bath.” He smirked before your lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking them clean with a quiet moan.

“Well, there’s a reason we have a three seater jacuzzi tub.” Rita replied with a shrug, a steady arm wrapping around your waist as she pressed a kiss to your temple, a hand squeezing at Rafael before she finally greeted him with a kiss.

Scooping up the abandoned pairs of panties and various drink glasses she guided you from the room, making sure you were on steady legs before she began to run the water into the tub, adding in whatever oils she deemed appropriate. It was in pure satisfied bliss that the three of you finally slipped under the water, letting the last of the day melt away as you truly enjoyed each other’s company as the evening came to a close.

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