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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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The Melody

Elizabeth Donnelly x fem!reader Warnings: language, alluded to smut, just fluff. Covers the “musician” square for @adarafaelbarba’s bingo!

Elizabeth had had the absolute worst of days. As much as she loved climbing through the ranks, and knowing that she was on the bench and in a high up position, she hated having to be responsible for so much, keeping a wary eye on so many damn prosecutors. As much as she adored Alex and Casey they both had their own problems, and the junior attorney’s simply made her head spin. All she wanted was to head home, have a hefty glass of scotch to calm her down, and call you. Even if it was just a voice mail she needed you know just how much she missed you, how much she loved you and wanted you home.

Instead she was met with the sound of someone else in her brownstone when she got home. She huffed, thinking it was the housekeeper, hanging up her coat, tossing her blazer around the bannister of the stairs as she stepped out of her shoes. Though it only took a second before a smile graced across her lips the sound of the piano echoing through your home.

She knew you’d been hesitant to move in, you could sense her coldness, though it had nothing to do with you, she was just specific about her home. She liked being alone, she valued her decompression time after a long day at work and she enjoyed her space not being invaded. Which was part of why your relationship worked out so well, it helped helped that you were regularly on tour. Though Elizabeth loved having you around more than she ever thought she would, there was something special about you that made her appreciate the way you invaded her space.

She let the music invigorate her senses as she moved through the house, pouring out a couple of glasses of wine in the kitchen before crossing to the study, pausing in the door way for a few moments, adoring the way that your fingers glided across the ivories with little to no thought. She knew you weren’t practicing anything in particular as she crossed the room, your body slightly jumping as her arm wrapped around you, her lips pressing into your shoulder.

“Thought you might want a drink.” She smirked as you turned on the bench, chasing after her lips for an actual kiss, “welcome home.”

“I can think of a few things better than a drink I want.” You teased back and she chuckled, “and thank you.” You took the glass of wine from her, taking a sip before placing it on the piano top.

“How were your shows?” Liz settled into the chair beside the piano, facing you with a gentle grin on her cheeks.

“Good.” You sighed softly, “but I’m happy to be home. I missed you.”

“I missed you too sweetheart.”

“One of these days I won’t have to leave the city to do my job, and I will never leave your side.” You murmured, your hands trailing across the keys momentarily before you started to play a quiet melody again.

“You have no idea how much I would love that.”

“Oh really?” You cocked a teasing brow, “you? Elizabeth Donnelley? The cold hearted Judge of Manhattan actually has a soft side?”

“Stop that.” She laughed, reaching out to pinch at your skin gently.

“You really love me that much?” You asked, the grin on your face still present but the question in your eyes very true to your words.

“You have no idea.” Liz murmured, leaning in to kiss you gently, “I never thought I’d find someone who would be willing or able to put up with my shit….but you… you’re something else…”

“I do have a very high patience standard.” You teased, pausing to boop at her nose, and you weren’t surprised when she scoffed at that, “I love you Liz.”

“I love you more my sweetheart.”

You simply smiled in return, your gaze directed back down to the piano keys, feeling Liz’s eyes on you still. She was always amazed at the grace at which your fingers danced across the keys, never faltering or hitting the wrong ones. She thought back to the first night you’d spent at her (now your) home, you’d only been on a couple of dates at that point and while you had told her you were a musician, she didn’t know exactly what type. She had been assuming that it was a side gig, popping in to open mic nights every once in a while, it made her wonder if the two of you could really make it work if your actual job was slinging drinks or something dead ended that lacked drive. It had disappointed her originally, knowing how well you got along, the incredibly chemistry and some wonderful sex.

It was the following morning that she awoke alone, but a beautiful melody was echoing from the main floor. She discovered you at the piano, the morning sun gleaming in through the window, painting you in a shimmer of gold. You looked so wonderfully at peace and in your element she didn’t want to interrupt, opting to move into the room closer to you after a moment, pressing a kiss to your head. You let out an adorable giggle and apologized for waking her, you’d gotten up to get a glass of water, the sight of the piano distracting you, unable to resist its pull. Liz laughed, saying that that was fine, and that she was glad it was getting some use instead of collecting dust. The only reason she even had it was because it came with the house, too large to get out of the front door when the previous tenant moved out.

That was when she discovered that ‘musician’ meant that you did a variety of things, and while most of it was freelance work, you made pretty decent money doing so. You played high end weddings, galas, special events across the city, subbed in for a lot of theatre auditions when their orchestra was out on break or otherwise occupied. You’d been part of a couple of Broadway shows, and you toured with a couple of different, mainly instrumental groups.

Initially, you enjoyed the touring the most, getting to see the world and play in a variety of venues, you had nothing tying you to New York. But now….you did. So you were in the midst of trying to get back into the Broadway scene to stick around the city more often than not.

Suddenly you let out a small gasp, scrambling from the piano bench, “my laundry!”

Liz couldn’t help but laugh, knowing how easily sidetracked you were by wanting to play, often dropping tasks to sit at the piano for hours. She heard you clank around for a few moments before the hum of the dryer echoed through the house and you popped back up in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“I’m so sorry. I meant to have dinner ready by the time you got home and here I am only half unpacked.”

“That’s perfectly fine sweetheart.” She smiled, watching you move through the room to her, “why don’t we go out?”

“Hmm…” you dropped down into her lap, wrapping your arms around her shoulder as you nuzzled into her skin, your nose brushing hers as your lips nearly met, “or we could order in?”

“I feel like you can see a hidden benefit of takeout?”

“Mmhmm…” you pressed a kiss to her lips, “don’t have to put clothes on for take out.” Your lips moved across her jaw, pressing a kiss under her ear, “and I have plenty of ideas for things that don’t involve any clothes.”

“Mmm…” she sighed out softly as your lips trailed down her neck, her hands tickling up your sides as you did so, “I’ll bet you do.”

“Starting with an appetizer?” You pulled your head back up, raising a brow to her.

“I think that can be arranged.”

“Good.” You climbed off her lap, taking her hand as you started to lead her upstairs, “I bought a new toy. You wouldn’t believe what some of the shops are like over there.” She chuckled at the gleam in your eye, eager and excited to show her what you’d picked up.

“Should I be worried?” She teased and you giggled, turning back to her at the top landing.

“Not at all.” You pressed a kiss to her lips, “I love you, let me treat you.”

“I love you too.”

“Good, now c’mon.”

Elizabeth let out a small shriek of a laugh, the true smile on her cheeks reaching her eyes, and remaining on her lips until you began to pull other noises from them. She was happier than she had been in years, you’d brought the music back into her life that she didn’t even realize she was missing. Everything you did was a beautiful melody, and she wouldn’t have it any either way.

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Autumn Leaves

A/N: Autumn prompts are an excuse for me to write stupidly cute fluff, so that’s what I did. This is a Sonny Carisi x reader fic that covers the Autumn square in @adarafaelbarba moodboard bingo!

P.S. second-cousins are children of cousins

Tags: none, just fluff

Words: 1872

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“My family is insane, especially the kids,” Sonny explained while he drove you to Staten Island. “They don’t know how to sit and eat food without screaming.”

You chuckled, "it's fine, Carisi, I promise; I'm kind of used to this type of stuff already."

“What? You are? You don’t even know what’s awaitin’ ya, yet,” he replied, scoffing.

While in the precinct, you overheard Sonny on the phone with his ma. He seemed upset and perpetually tired when he hung up. When you asked him what was wrong, he told you that his ma was basically guilt-tripping him into visiting on Saturday, to help with the Autumn Feast his family partook in. And when you asked why that was so bad, he complained that no matter what they cooked, the kids of the Carisi Clan would hardly sit still long enough to eat, and would scream and cry if it wasn’t something they wanted.

“It just…it’s a handful…and not my ideal day off, even if I do get to see my family,” Sonny finished

You had nodded in sympathy before offering to go with him; you had a pretty big family with a lot of kids, too. Plus, you could never turn down Sonny’s amazing cooking, and now, you were getting a chance to taste his mom’s.

He had picked you up that morning, and now, you were on your way to Staten Island, Sonny warning you the whole way. You laughed and shrugged it off, but he kept giving you a look like you’ll see what I mean.

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He pulled up to his childhood home, and your eyes sparkled at the state of the townhouse. Not only was the building itself quaint and adorable, but there were decorations everywhere. And not just Halloween, but general autumn décor, as well. There were wreaths made with leaves of reds and oranges and yellows, there were scarecrows against the walls, there were fake pumpkins on every step leading to the house. And looming over the house from out back were two enormous trees, their branches almost completely bare, the leaves scattered on the roof, the front yard, and the back.

Sonny led you up the stairs to the front door, opening it for you. The first thing to assault your senses was the cacophony of noise. Children screaming in delight as they ran through the house, chatter and laughter from the various rooms as people talked. There was a tv on somewhere, with what sounded like a sports or news reporter blathering on and on.

The second thing you noticed was the wonderful smells. Your mouth was almost instantly watering as you caught the smell of garlic, potatoes, some sort of roast cooking with assorted spices, as well as cinnamon, sugar, and apples. It was so much at once; it was hard to differentiate.

But the third thing you felt was a type of warmth that comes only from a loving home. It bloomed in your chest, and you found yourself smiling as you stepped over the threshold, Sonny following and closing the door. It reminded you of the holidays at your own family’s place, and a calm washed over you.

In all of the chaos, Mama Carisi must’ve heard the door open and close, because she stuck her head out of the kitchen. Once her eyes latched onto Sonny’s, her smile grew to blinding proportions.

“Sonny, my little bambino! Come see your ma,” she cooed, arms open as she came out of the kitchen fully.

Sonny scooted passed you and hurried to his mother, wrapping her in a tight hug and kissing her cheek. You smiled at the reunion, and Mama Carisi opened her eyes to find you.

“And who is this?” she asked, releasing her son and coming over to you.

Sonny followed, looking more relaxed than you had ever seen him; getting a hug from your ma did that to a person. “Ah, this is my partner in the department,” he explained, introducing you.

You went to shake her hand, but Mama Carisi wrapped you up in a huge hug, kissing your cheek and whispering, “it’s nice to meet you. Welcome to my home,” into your ear.

“Thank you for having me,” you replied, easily melting into her embrace—okay, maybe it wasn’t just hugging your own mom that relaxed a person; maybe it was hugging Mama Carisi.

She pulled back to give you a look, a warm smile on her face. “Anyone who’s a friend of Sonny’s is welcome here.”

The next hour was a flurry of meeting family member after family member. Even with your detective skills, you quickly forgot most names, and your cheeks started to hurt from smiling. You and Sonny had started in the kitchen before he shuttled you through the house and out to the backyard.

“And these are all my cousins and second cousins; I’m not gonna bother introducing ya, since they won’t pay attention,” Sonny said, chuckling.

You didn’t blame him; there was a gaggle of children running and playing in the backyard. The oldest looked maybe ten, the youngest around four or five.

“Are these the ones that give you such problems?” you asked as a joke. It’s true that they were loud and crazy—as most kids are.

Sonny smirked, nodding. “Sure are. Watch; I bet ya twenty dollars that at least half of them will complain about dinner.”

“You got yourself a deal,” you replied, shaking his hand. Then, you scanned the expansive backyard. Leaves were covering the ground so completely that you could hardly see the lawn; kids were slipping on them all over the place. In the back, left corner stood an apple tree, bare of fruit—you assumed they’d already been harvested. And opposite the tree sat a little toolshed.

Grinning, you made your way through the throng of people and screaming children until you reached the shed. You opened the door and leaning just inside were two rakes: one huge one, and one medium sized. You grabbed the bigger of the two, then went to a small section of the backyard that somehow had no kids.

You glanced over and saw Sonny giving you a weird look, wondering what you were doing. Then, you started raking the leaves. You didn’t expect to get very far—the first pile rarely did. But there were so many leaves that you quickly had a pile up to your hip. As soon as one kid noticed, though, it was on.

The pile was quickly demolished as child after child flung themselves into it, screaming with laughter. But you had already moved on, starting another pile where they had just vacated. This one got a little bigger than the last, since they were distracted with the first pile. But once it was seen, it, too, became a new playground.

As you started on the third pile, another rake joined you. You glanced over and Sonny was there, smiling wide as he helped you rake. This pile got to be huge before little bodies flung themselves into it.

You quickly lost track of time, had no idea how many piles you had built only to be destroyed. But that was the point of the piles in the first place. Soon enough, the children started to become too tired, their little legs worn out. Your own arms were burning, but it was a good burn, and you continued until the piles started to outnumber the children.

By the time dinner was announced, there was not a single child running and playing anymore. They were scattered along the ground, panting, and smiling at each other with a job well done. Their parents all either ushered them to one of the various tables, or simply handed them a plate. Sonny, as well as the rest of his family, watched in stunned fascination as the children ate, too tired to complain or throw a fit about what they were given.

“How the hell did you do that?” Sonny asked in a hushed voice.

You chuckled. “I told you I had experience with this; you’re not the only one with a big family. And besides, no child has ever turned down the opportunity of crunching leaves.”

He gave you a look full of awe before he broke into a wide grin. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and grabbed a $20. You huffed out a laugh as he handed it to you, and you tucked it away.

Mama Carisi walked up then, looking at everyone enjoying her hard work in the kitchen. “You’re a miracle worker, dear,” she said to you before looking at Sonny, “please tell me you’re keeping her?”

Sonny’s ears turned a bright pink. “Ma!”

“What? She’s helpful, knows how to play with children, and is a beautiful, young woman—”

“Ma! Stop talking, please!” Sonny whined. You felt a heat in your cheeks as Sonny avoided looking directly at you. It wasn’t like you never thought about dating Sonny; on the contrary, you found him incredibly attractive. But you were partners; there was a line there that you didn’t know if you could cross.

Mama Carisi scoffed before walking off, leaving you and Sonny to stand awkwardly next to each other. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before he turned and went into the now mostly empty house. You gave a sweeping look at the party guests before following him in.

You found him standing in his old living room, idly looking at childhood pictures on the wall. You watched him for a moment before you moved closer, within arm’s reach.

“I’m…sorry about ma,” he muttered, eyes still focused on the pictures. “She keeps trying to hook me up with any woman around my age and just…I’m sorry.”

You gave him a soft smile that he didn’t see. “It’s okay, Sonny, really. I don’t think anything less of you or anything. We’re partners, and damn good ones, if I do say so myself.”

“Yeah, but…what if I don’t want to be just partners?” he asked, voice soft.

You froze; what did he say? Sonny slowly turned to look at you, saw the shock on your face. Then he was shaking his head, quickly saying, “look, forget I said anything—”

You cut him off with a gentle kiss, your lips soft against his. He let out a little gasp of surprise before he was kissing you back. One hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek, while the other went to your hip. You slowly wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You felt that line that defined you as partners only start to fade away as your mouths moved against each other.

Gently, you pulled away from him, just enough to look deeply into those blue eyes you loved so much. “Maybe I don’t want to be just partners, either,” you said softly.

Sonny grinned, his thumb rubbing your cheek tenderly. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow, then?”

“Sounds like a date,” you replied, smiling up at him. His grin broadened before he dipped his head, kissing away any fears or doubts you had about this.

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lannister-slings-and-arrows · 3 years

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Bruised Knuckles and Bare Thighs

A Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Reader Mafia AU

Written in collaboration with @pascalispretty who also did our moodboard, as always. (Isn't this so pretty?) Cross posted on ao3!

For @adarafaelbarba 's September Writing Challenge, fulfilling the Mafia AU square. We’re doing this challenge in exclusively 500 words or less fics. Pray for us, lol.

Warnings: mentions of blood; Sonny has definitely just beaten the crap out of someone; all ethical and moral warnings contingent on them being in the mafia apply; implied exhibitionism; even more ACTUAL exhibitionism; I think there may be some swearing; p in v sex of the wall variety; attempted desk sex; and you guessed it: Rafa is a jackass in this, as in every, universe. Rating: M Word Count: 496 Summary: You and Sonny try to find a creative use for the money that he's just recovered for the Boss.

Sonny tips the money he retrieved from the card counter onto Rafael’s desk, the stacks thudding against the wood. Once the bag is empty, he throws it aside and wraps a long arm around your waist. With a smirk, he lifts you and sets you on top of the heap.

It’s not comfortable but that’s not the point. Sliding your fingers into Sonny’s hair, you pull him in for a deep kiss that has him pressing close. He’s so hard against you--it makes you groan and wrap your legs around him, nipping at his lower lip.

There’s something heady about this: teasing him when he’s just beaten a man bloody, his hands with their bruised knuckles sliding under your skirt. The fact that he’s here now and desperate to fuck should send you running; instead it has you reaching for his belt. It always brings out something primal and raw in you; you love fucking Sonny when he’s covered in someone else’s blood--being pushed and pulled between him and Rafael while they’re both still riding high on the flush of victory.

He has your underwear off and your dress around your hips when the door opens. You look over his shoulder to see Rafa standing in the doorway, a cup of coffee in his hand. He stares at the two of you before shaking his head and making his way past you.

“I see you were successful in your assignment,” Rafa observes. Sonny grunts, smacking your hands away from his zipper and undoing it himself. He’s reaching inside of his pants when, on his way behind his desk, Rafa smacks his hands away with a rolled up manila folder.

“Stop that. What have I told you about fucking on my money?” He sits and Sonny drops his head to your shoulder, breathing hard. “The stains I can live with--Lord knows come isn’t the worst thing that’s all over that cash. But you’ll unbundle it. You worked hard to get that back; you really want to lose some of it?”

Sonny groans, rutting against you.

“Dominick. Take it to the couch. Or the wall. But if you make one more move on top of this desk I swear by all that is holy I will take you over my knee,” Rafa threatens with that voice that always makes you shiver.

Sonny picks you up and shoves you against the wall. You hiss, the one-way glass that separates Rafa’s office from the rest of his kingdom freezing against your thighs. He hikes your leg over his hip, finally pulling his cock out and sliding in with hardly a second’s hesitation.

“Gently,” Rafa orders, paying only marginal attention to what is going on feet from him. Sonny pauses for a few seconds before setting a fast pace, fucking a few pleased gasps out of you.

“I should remind you that glass isn’t sound proof,” Rafa muses. “But since you’ve been such a good boy, Dominick, consider this your reward.”

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adarafaelbarba · 3 years

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adarafaelbarba September bingo - Masterlist ❤️

@storiesofsvu

Melody - Elizabeth Donnelly x reader (musician)

Novel Discovery - Olivia Benson x Rita Calhoun (Bookstore)

Pumpkins - Casey Novak x reader (Autumn/Winter)

Paris - Rita Calhoun x reader (traveling)

A New Leaf - Rita Calhoun x f!reader (nanny/single parent)

@itsjustmyfantasyroom

Shine bright - Miguel Galindo x reader (sugar baby)

First Since - Nick Amaro x reader (Autumn/Winter)

Webbed Tail - Nick Amaro x reader (Monsters)

Blended Family - Nick Amaro x reader (Nanny/Single Parent)

Beach Hair - Nick Amaro x reader (Bodyguard)

Relief - Rafael Barba x reader (Personal Assistant)

Family Friend - Bishop Losa x reader (Doctor)

@teamsladsandgents

Unlikely Timing - Mike Dodds x reader (writer)

Autumn Leaves - Sonny Carisi x reader (Autumn/Winter)

A Solo Act - Nick Amaro x reader (assassins)

A Solo Act pt. 2 - Nick Amaro x reader (Masquerade)

Dark Secrets: New Beginnings - Sonny Carisi x reader (bookstore)

3am cookies - Sonny Carisi x reader (Chef/Baker)

A Cliché Moment - Peter Stone x reader (Traveling)

Rough Beginnings - Sonny Carisi x reader (Mafia)

Happy Dance - Mike Dodds x reader (College)

The Future is Now - Mike Dodds x reader (Time Travel)

Museum Dates - Rafael Barba x reader (Museums)

Dark Secrets: Secrets Exposed - Sonny Carisi x reader (Monsters)

Emotional Support Animal - Mike Dodds x reader (Animal Shelter)

@butternuggets-blog

Monsters - Philip Bishop-Clairmont, Becca Bishop-Clairmonth + the Clairmont family (Monsters)

Museums - Bi!Baldwin Montclair x male!oc (Museums)

@adowbaldwin

The Cray's But Worse/Pt. 2 - Baldwin Montclair x Fabian (Mafia)

@beccabarba

Tall, Dark and Handsome - Nick Amaro x reader (bookstore)

Autumn Chill - Nick Amaro x reader (Autumn/Winter)

@pascalispretty / @lannister-slings-and-arrows

Bruised Knuckles and Bare Thighs - Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x reader (Mafia)

Just a Taste - Rafael Barba x reader (Bodyguard)

Better Late than Never - Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi (College)

Seventeen Little Diamonds - Rita Calhoun x reader (Sugar Baby)

@thatesqcrush

The Auction (pt. 1) - Bryan Kneef x reader (Sugar Baby)

@alwaysachorusgirl

Adoption Day - Frederick Chilton x F!reader (Animal Shelter)

Of Wolves and Witches - Bishop Losa x reader (Monsters)

@whereswaldotho

Sugar Daddy Steve Rogers Would Include - Steve Rogers x reader (Sugar Baby)

@madamsnape921

Papercut Moves - Rafael Barba x reader (personal assistant)

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thatesqcrush · 3 years

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The Auction, Pt. 1

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: talk of sex work, language. WC: 2K - this is for @adarafaelbarba’s bingo, with the sugar daddy/sugar baby card.

The bills came every thirty days like clockwork. At first you were only behind on some - everybody gets a little behind, you reasoned. You picked up extra shifts at your job, which at first helped to make a bit of dent in the ever increasing debt you had.

Then you fell and broke your ankle. Goodbye went to the extra shifts as well as your regular shifts. Your meager savings only got you so far before that was drained out. Now you were further deeper in the red. Once a “valued customer,” you were now getting hate mail from the creditors. You managed to find another job once you were good as new but you were too far down the hole to make any kind of dent. Now you were dodging phone calls from unknown numbers and not even bothering to listen to the voicemails left. Instead you just deleted them. You made your way up to your third floor apartment, bag of Chinese takeout in one hand and a stack of mail in the other. You walked down the creaky wooden hallway, looking through the stack of bills that had come this time around.

“Ok. don't panic. Don't panic. They’re just a few numbers. Just how scary can a few numbers be?” you wondered. But inwardly you knew how bad the numbers were. You let out an irritated sigh when a creaking sound interrupted your thoughts. You peered up and a person emerged from the shadows. You let out a scream, dropping your takeout and mail.

“It’s me! It’s me! Relax!”

You instantly recognized the voice. It was Bonnie, your friend from your old job.

“Bonnie, what in the actual fuck?” You questioned as you dropped to your knees to pick up the scattered mail. You gathered it all and began shoving it in the takeout bag.

“Sorry!” Bonnie apologized, with a small wave. “Here let me help you.” She crouched down and handed you the remaining bills.

“Thanks.” You muttered. You stood back up, letting out a small groan as you did so. “What’s going on? I wasn’t expecting you. I haven’t seen you in… what a month?”

“I wanted to talk to you about an opportunity that I came across that I think you’ll find appealing.” Bonnie replied.

You rolled your eyes as you unlocked your door. “Bon, I am not buying into one of those MLMs, be my own boss babe schemes.” You turned the light on and held the door for Bonnie to walk in.

Bonnie took a look around your apartment and wrinkled her nose. Her eyes caught the stack of bills piled upon your end table. You closed the door behind and dropped your bag on the coffee table before shrugging off your jacket.

“Can I get you something to drink? I have a couple of white claws in the fridge.” You called out as you headed towards the kitchen.

“Just some water, thanks.” Bonnie replied.

When you returned, you handed the glass to Bonnie before sitting on the couch. “Okay so if it’s not a pyramid scheme, then what kind of opportunity is it?”

“Right!” Bonnie smiled brightly. As she began to talk, you eyed Bonnie’s outfit. You couldn’t recall when she seemed so made up and beautifully accessorized. The last time you saw her, she had a she was sporting jeans and a hoodie with ratty sneakers.

“I’m sorry.” You held up your hand, shaking your head. “That ring! I’m pretty sure you can tell where the Titanic hit it.”

Bonnie wiggled her brows. “That’s exactly it. There is this exclusive club in the city - where all the richy rich folks frequent. But it’s kept totally quiet.”

You narrowed your eyes but didn’t reply, instead nodding to encourage her to continue.

“Well - this club caters to the clientele’s specific needs. It’s simple - one night, one hotel. You’re the prize.”

Your eyes widen slightly as her words register. “You mean sex.”

Bonnie nodded. “You show up dress to the nines, have people fight with their wallets to have a night with you and you get a cut of the profit.”

“And this is how you…” You waved your hand towards Bonnie.

Bonnie nodded again. “Yup. One night, walked away with enough to pay off my school loans and then some.”

Your mouth dropped. “Shut up, no you didn’t.”

Bonnie crossed her arms. “You bet your sweet ass. And the people who run it wanted to know if I knew anyone else who might be interested and I told them about you.”

“Wait a minute - told them what exactly?”

“That you were a bit hard up but that you were a babe. I showed them your picture and they want to meet you.” Bonnie replied, grinning.

You laughed nervously. “No way. No thanks.” You grabbed the stack of bills that were piled. “Look, I know I owe a lot but I’m going to do this my way. I’ll get from under.”

“No you won’t.” Bonnie continued, with a roll of her eyes. “You’ll keep paying what - the minimum and have interest pile on? You’ll end up paying more than you owed and who knows when the end will come.”

“Bon, I can’t.” You protested. You knew deep down she was correct and part of you was very much intrigued by whatever this place was. “And knowing my luck, I’ll end up with some greaseball sweating all over me.”

Bonnie took a sip of her glass and held one finger up. “Some are unfortunate looking but the majority of these men are the most eligible bachelors. They’re fine as hell. One night - you get to play a role for 24 hours and then you walk out with enough cash that you have only ever dreamed about. And they’re legit - they run tests on you and the men, making sure everyone is clean and healthy.”

“Bonnie, thanks but no thanks. I appreciate the flattery but you’ve got the wrong girl.”

“Look, here’s their business card. You need a password to get into their site - I wrote it on the back. Go check it out and sleep on it. If in the morning you still feel this way, then we will never talk about it again. But if you’re intrigued, call me and we’ll go down together.”

“You’re not really going back are you?” You asked incredulously.

“Hell yeah I am. It was amazing - the sex, the money. I had so many fighting over me - it was such a rush!” Bonnie exclaimed. She noticed how your brow arched. “Look, just check it out and think about it.” She stood up and began heading towards the door. Glancing around and back to you, she gave you a pitiful smile. “Look at this place - it’s a dump. You deserve way better than this. You are so smart and pretty - and with an ass that won’t quit. You’d make so much bank.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine.” Your shoulders rolled forward in defeat. “I’ll think about it and I’ll text you.”

“That’s all I ask!” Bonnie squealed, with a clap of her hands. “Listen I have to go but we’ll talk soon, okay?”

You nodded weakly. “Sure… catch you later.”

After Bonnie left, you ate and changed into a tank top and sweatshorts. You tinkered around on your laptop a bit and were about to call it a night, when you saw the business card Bonnie left behind.

Curious, you pulled up the website and sure enough, as Bonnie said, there was a password needed to enter. You flipped over the card and in scrawl recognized as Bonnie’s was the word: concupiscence.

You typed in the password and waited for the website to load. You were certain the website would be some flashy page but instead it was very minimal, with not much information posted. It did mention exclusivity and protection of privacy for members. On the corner of the upper right side was a separate page for those who were members and then another for what you assumed were the ones being auctioned. You clicked on that one and it brought you to another login page. With a groan, you excited out of the page.

You chewed on your bottom lip - you were curious - one night - could one night be so terrible? You longed to be done with your debt - the result of being young, naive with no experience of money management, nevermind the addition of loans for your Master’s degree, that seemed like a wise decision at the time. Done with the harassing creditors and having a meager bank account.

“It’s too good to be true and that means it probably is.” You said out loud - in an attempt to convince yourself.

You closed your laptop and went to the bathroom to relieve yourself and brush your teeth.

Later, your dreams were fraught with being paraded like a prized pig before an enclave of men and women alike went at you in an orgy. You woke up in a panic, and it took you awhile to settle back down.

The morning came and the auction was still on your mind. You chewed your toast as you mulled the pros and cons. With a resigned sigh, you texted Bonnie that you were in and to send you more details.

“Would you stop fidgeting so much?” Bonnie chastised during the elevator ride up. “You look great - they’re going to love you.”

“I look ridiculous.” You replied. You glanced at your reflection. “I have so much makeup on and this dress is a bit much.”

“You have to show off them what you’ve got.” Bonnie replied. You had borrowed a dress from her and it was much more revealing in the front and shorter than you were normally comfortable with. “You’ve got a great rack.”

Your palms were sweaty and you ran them down the front of the dress nervously.

The elevator announced its arrival and you followed Bonnie as she stepped off. She walked in front of you with such an air of confidence.

Your heels clacked on the floor, echoing throughout. There was an unmarked door and Bonnie knocked on it.

The door swung open and you were both greeted by a pair of green eyes in a navy suit. But this wasn’t just any power suit - here was the most attractive man you had ever laid eyes on. Golden skin, as if just back from a vacation, with a perfectly maintained beard and perfectly coiffed dark hair. He took a look at you and you felt as if he was piercing your soul.

“Ladies.” Mr. Mysterious gruffed and you and Bonnie jump apart to allow him room. His voice was rich and decadent and set a chill down your core. You caught a whiff of his cologne and you swore in that moment you came. ‘Now of that’s what we’re working with… then hell yes.’ You thought.

An older woman with cropped blonde hair and her own impressive power suit, peered at you before greeting Bonnie.

“Ms. Cooper, welcome back. I see you’ve brought your friend as discussed. Please come in, shut the door behind you.”

“Of course.” Bonnie replied. She turned to you. “Come on.”

You looked at Bonnie and nodded. As you closed the door behind you, you turned to look down the hall where Mr. Mysterious was. Your eyes widened as he turned over his shoulder to look back at you. His lips curled up in a smile and the look was absolutely smoldering.

You swallowed hard and shut the door with a gentle click before turning your attention back to the meeting at hand.

You gave the blonde woman a smile and straightened yourself up. You knew you had this. And it was about time you had some fun.

TBC.

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butternuggets-blog · 3 years

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September Writing Challenge - Monsters

For @adarafaelbarba Writing Challenge Moodboards :)

~Fluff~

Pip bared his plastic fangs for inspection in the bathroom mirror, grimaced angrily, then smiled. He was not typically an outgoing person, but All Souls Night always brought out his mischievous side.

He heard the first screech of protest from his father as he reached the top of the stairs, and stopped short, listening.

‘ABSOLUTELY NOT!’

‘Matthew-’

‘I don’t care how old our daughter is, she is not going out dressed like that!’

‘It could be worse, Dad’ Becca, Pip’s twin sister, wiggled her fluffy wolf ears at him. Pip slid down the banister, and leapt across the room to stand next to her.

‘At least we’re dressed appropriately’

Matthew growled.

‘You are NOT going out dressed as WEREWOLVES!’

‘Oh come on, Dad, don’t be a spoilsport!’ said Marcus, as he and Gallowglass let themselves into the house. Matthew rounded on his eldest, Diana stroking his back soothingly and trying to control her laughter.

‘You too?!’ Matthew pinched the bridge of his nose, breathed out slowly, then fixed Gallowglass with an icy glare. ‘I expected better from you’

Gallowglass shrugged. ‘Family costume for a family event’

‘Exactly’ Baldwin stepped around his nephew, and gave the twins a tight hug. He had refused point blank to wear fake ears, but Pip had persuaded him to at least put in veneers.

‘HAS EVERYBODY IN THIS FAMILY FORSAKEN ME?!’

‘Just for tonight’ Diana said, with a giggle.

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adowbaldwin · 3 years

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The Cray’s but worse

#adarafaelbarbaseptemberbingo

They aren’t in the Mafia, they ARE the Mafia.

might do a part 2, because you all know i cant resist taking one small idea and making it longer then it needs to be.

Baldwin resisted the urge to choke him, squeeze his neck so hard his eyeballs jumped out of his socket like in that weird yellow cartoon Philippe watched “Fabian” he rubbed his temples “shut up you’re giving me a headache”

“I’m giving you “ he jittered, sniffing “a fucking headache?” he twirled dramatically “well why don’t I blow your head off hmm that would solve the problem” his hands shook holding the gun to his brothers head

Baldwin blinked, if he had a penny for every time he’d been held at gunpoint by Fabian he would be so rich he’d have to start burying his money “shoot me, go on” he dared

Fabian gulped, lip twitching “You fucking pain in the head yeah?” he pointed the gun at himself, tapping his temple with the barrel “pain in my fucking head you 2000 years of bullshit what have you ever done for me?”

“kept your business affairs hidden, made fourteen counts of racketeering disappear and served a tax evasion sentence for you” Baldwin rose from his seat arms folded “also buried more then one body, so if you want me to leave you to deal with this” he angrily pointed to the dead politician on his floor “then I will fuck off, hmm”

He laughed scratching his head “you ever seen finding nemo” he marched over to the counter, scooped up the fine powder and did a bump “fucking great film life changing, honestly God this shit fuck” his eyes almost crossed as the intoxicating vampiric version of cocaine flooded his bloodstream “good shit this”

“You know better than to snort your own product” Baldwin lectured “and for God sake by the time I’m back out here you best have that shit off of my counter” he dragged the politician to his bathroom, dumping him in the bathtub and made arrangements for him to be collected.

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How on Earth one moment he was burning off finger prints and the next surrounded by a sea of people was truly utterly perplexing. He stood, lurking in the corner for hours watching the horny, drugged up vamps getting up to all sorts. He had just about considered breaking necks when he felt a familiar breathe on the back of his neck “hello Jessica”

She giggled “Hello Baldwin” she hand ran down his front “you haven’t been around in a while”

“you do realise you are in my house” he spun her, crashing against the pillar and pinning her hands above her head. He dipped his head, licking the drug infused sweat off her neck and moaned “shit”

That innocent, anything but innocent laugh made him groan “you haven’t let loose in a while” she started sliding her hand into his trousers biting his ear

Eighty years, if you wanted to be pedantic “fuck it” he grabbed her chin “first things first” he cut a neat line on the counter, rolled his £50 (because would Baldwin carry anything less?) and sniffed like his life depended on it.

I feel love I feel I feeeeeel looove the noise of Donna Summer drummed through the floorboards, electric buzz of drugs pumping through blood and the constant echo of laughter filled the room. Baldwin had forgotten how much fun it could be, the life he once lived. The thrill of a gamble whilst fucking a bird over the black jack table, doing a fat line off of Jessica’s cleavage. God he had missed it, and what a welcome back he had. It was fleeting, there was no way he could continue to step into that life, but fuck did it feel good.

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The house looked dusted in icing sugar, tits everywhere and so much ass he never wanted to see another one. fag buts littered his pretty living room and God the cum stains would never wash out of his chairs.

Fabian was in his element, happy to have his partner in crime back and also very ecstatic to have an accommodating blonde sucking on his cock.

Baldwin surfaced under the woman laying on top of him, pants still on but shirt nowhere to be seen “I feel awful” he shielded his eyes, pupils wider then a tunnel

“I feel great” Fabian groaned, Felix going down on him like a hoover

The lift that opens up into the middle of the room pinged as more partiers flooded the room. Vampires had been showing up on and off for the past five days happy that their former boss and friend was back on the scene after so long out of the game. Fabian was a headcase and everyone missed the days where Baldwin ran the ‘family business’.

“what the fuck happened here” it was like a rude awakening hearing your sister’s voice after a weeklong coke infested orgy “Baldwin?” Diana looked horrified to see him indecent with a woman

Baldwin, or the real Baldwin, shot up off the sofa with wide eyes “I swear it’s not what it looks like”

She eyed him, the white slapped all over his face then the identical man sat on a brown sofa getting a blowy “what do you want to talk about first? Your clone or the drugs?”

The man lifted his head to smile “I’m Fabian” he smiled, an erratic look that had Phoebe cowering behind Marcus “Baldwin’s better half”

“I assume you forgot about the family meeting you called” Matthew snarled looking at the state of place, immediately horrified at the thought of another Baldwin

“Oh good! I do love a reunion” Fabian stood up, naked as the day he was born and that ungodly thing making the girls blush and look away “Fernando on his way?”

Marcus sniffed the air “is there a dead body in here?”

Fabian and Baldwin, faces guilty as sin “No” they replied sheepishly

“right” Diana declared “we are going to leave, I’m giving you an hour to sort this place out and then we are coming back” Baldwin opened his mouth to protest “I’m serious, no drugs, no tits no guns” her hands were on her hips like a scolding mother “do you two understand me?”

They nodded, defeated and sad the orgy was over.

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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Paris

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader A piece of SSS The Early Years Covers the “travelling” square on @adarafaelbarba ‘s bingo! Warnings: language, mentions of smut, mentions of SVU canon type stuff. A/N: takes place during s17, directly after “A Misunderstanding”

Rita was absolutely exhausted, mentally and physically, even more so mentally. To be completely honest, she wasn’t that surprised when Laura, one of her high school best friends had come to her about her daughter, Abby, being assaulted at a school dance at Dowland. Laura simply knew that Rita was an attorney, and that she’d known Abby since she was in diapers not to mention Rita was her godmother. Rita had never expected to be so involved in a child’s life, but had been there for every milestone, birthday, and a number of holidays. Once she’d become involved with you, you quickly became part of Abby’s life as well, and Rita nearly thought that she liked you more. Though it made sense, you were younger than Rita, and Abby met you at twelve, having her prime years of teenage-dom spent along with you. You’d been more than upset when you’d gotten wrapped into another undercover op as her trial was going on, unable to attend and support her, but you made sure Rita would pass on your support.

What Laura didn’t know, was that Rita knew exactly what kind of bullshit went on at that school, she knew about the ‘cherry picking club’ because her name was hidden behind a picture on a wall somewhere from her senior year when she herself had been assaulted by Chip Gallagher and his cronies at a party.

She was working defence, so she herself couldn’t take the case, but was close enough with Olivia that she was able to hand it off with confidence that the Lieutenant would handle it with more than enough skill. She still attended most of the meetings, encouraging Abby to not leave a single thing out, she weaselled her way into finding out evidence that she wouldn’t have been privy to otherwise. She pressured Rafael into making all the right choices that he could without outing herself as a previous victim. She hated that she couldn’t bring up the cherry picking club without launching a further investigation that she knew would bring up her name and thus would make her testify and relive all of that fucking trauma that she had done her best to put behind herself for the past twenty years. She attended every moment of the trial that she could, the ones she wasn’t busy with her own, the ones she couldn’t pass off to her junior attorneys.

Rita was incredible thankful when Abby’s case came back in her favour, a huge sigh of relief leaving her body. It felt like finally, there had been some justice for herself. If the NYPD knew about the club, maybe, just maybe, they would keep an eye on it, maybe Dowland would finally start to penalize things. That they would start to go back through the years and try to find justice for as many victims as they could from previous years. What she didn’t know was that would take a whole other five years before that would happen, and it would take her coming clean as a victim, and that it would take you being lead on the case, finding out about her assault the hard way, not from her but rather discovering her name on a wall at Dowland as you investigated the school.

Currently, you were working for Manhattan Vice as a senior detective, and you were kicking ass. You absolutely loved your job, you craved the under cover gigs, giving you an opportunity to play someone who wasn’t you. You were undercover more often than not, which, honestly, Rita hated. She hated the empty house, she hated the constant anxiety that something would happen to the person that she loved more than anyone else in the world. Your Mother hated it, Liz and Rita often meeting for lunch during the ops where you weren’t allowed to come home, or the ones where you didn’t want to because you didn’t want to risk Rita’s safety. She absolutely despised how much you were away from the apartment, but she also understood your concern for her. You’d wrapped a case a few days ago, so as she ducked into the car service, simply praying that you would be home when she got there.

All she wanted was you.

All she needed was you.

To her extreme joy, you were home, leaning over the stove as she pushed the door open, a soft sigh escaped her lips and they curved up into a huge smile. As the door swung shut, the noise pulled your attention, your head swivelling up glance at her.

“Hey baby!” You greeted with a smile, placing the spoon on the counter as you moved through the apartment to wrap your arms around her, kissing her gently. She took a moment, sinking into your arms, letting out a hefty sigh. “You okay?” You asked softly and she huffed, not moving from her place on your shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“Did….Abby win?”

“She did.” She murmured.

“Thank fuck.” You murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, “how about you go get changed? Dinner’s almost ready.”

Rita gently pulled out of your arms, only pausing to press a kiss to your lips before her eyes met yours, a mix of love, softness and desire mixed within them, a small grin on her cheeks.

“What?” You half laughed.

“Let’s go to Paris.”

“What?” You truly laughed this time.

“We both deserve a vacation.” She huffed, “and I know for a fact that you have more than enough vacation days backlogged.”

“And Paris is your go to? Not a weekend trip to the Hampton’s?” You laughed again, pressing a kiss to the top of her nose.

“You said you’ve always dreamed of going, that it was the city of love. Where else would I want to go with the love of my life? Besides, it’s been five years, I think it’s about time we take a little time for ourselves.”

“Rita!” You nearly shrieked, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “you’re going to make me melt!” You playfully shoved her down the hallway to your bedroom, “go change. I’ll put the request in with my Captain.”

“Thank you darling.” She kissed the tip of your nose before disappearing down the hallway.

Truthfully, she needed the vacation. She knew you needed one too, even if it was just brief. But there was something different about Abby’s case for her, even through she wasn’t actually working it. Every single thing about it triggered her back to her own assault, she felt insanely guilty that she’d never come forward, that she’d never once mentioned the cherry picking club. She hated herself for it. That maybe, just maybe, if she had said something back when she was seventeen that maybe Abby wouldn’t have been assaulted. She knew it technically wasn’t her fault, but she couldn’t help but carry that burden.

Her spirits were at least lifted when she returned to the open area of the apartment as you plated up dinner with a smile on your face, pouring out the accompanying glasses of wine. You nearly frowned for a moment, pulling her into your arms, pressing gentle kisses to her skin.

“Are you sure you’re alright my love?”

“Yes.” She assured, pressing a kiss to your lips in return.

“Okay.” You frowned again, “I’m just kinda getting a weird vibe from you.” You kissed her forehead gently, “let me know if you wanna talk about it.”

“I will.” Rita kissed you softly, pulling you back for a second one before you let out a little giggle and moved through the apartment with dinner, her following you to the couch with the wine.

Over dinner you started briefly talking about the vacation. As it turned out, Rita had a very specific idea of the places she wanted to see and to share with you. Honestly, you weren’t surprised, Rita always had the best travel itineraries, and she knew what you loved.

Thankfully, your Captain approved your time off, and nearly less than half an hour later Rita texted you with confirmation of plane tickets and hotel reservations. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the text, now knowing just how eager she was about the trip. Two days later, your bags were packed, and you were weaving your way through JFK hand in hand as you gushed over how excited you were to get to spend this time alone together, and escape the city for a bit.

You shouldn’t have been surprised when you landed in Paris and were immediately whisked off to the fanciest of hotels, and checked into the Penthouse suite. You nearly rolled your eyes at Rita’s soft smirk in the elevator, instead, simply pressing a kiss to her cheek, knowing that she wouldn’t spare any expense for this trip. It was actually your first trip out of the country together, and, as she had reminded you, it was just after your five year anniversary, the two of you deserved it.

You let out a small gasp as you entered the suite, the foyer leading into an expansive living room that opened up to a private terrace with view of the Eiffel Tower, the lavish bedroom off to the other side. You barely had time to deposit your bags into the bedroom, getting a little bit more comfortable as you explored the suite before breakfast was delivered to the tables on the terrace, the staff encouraging you to eat out there, enjoying the sweeping views of the city.

“Baby….” You breathed out, your hand reaching back to grab at Rita’s, “this is fucking incredible.”

“And you deserve it darling.” She murmured, pressing a kiss into the side of your neck as she nudged you toward the breakfast table.

The spread was lavish, a pot of French press coffee, along with your preferred version of latte’s, fresh fruit, a couple of crepes and waffles, smoked salmon, omelettes made to order, your faved toppings with a bit of French flair, a cheese board, and a plate of Benedict’s. Naturally, because of the penthouse, all of this was already included in your stay.

You spent the next three days exploring the city, making sure to hit all the hot spots, and discover more local loved small cafes and bistros. You encouraged Rita to take all the time she wanted exploring the museums, knowing how much she loved it. You’d trail along beside her, fingers interlocked with hers, occasionally pressing a gentle kiss to her bare shoulder, nuzzling into her skin in the more private moments. You got lost in the unfamiliar streets, laughing in each other’s arms as you attempted to figure out where you were and how to get where you had been trying to go, though, those lost moments lead to some of the greatest adventures of the trip. Returning to the hotel, each evening was spent curled together out on the terrace as you sipped on complimentary champagne and simply enjoyed each other’s company, pressing gentle kisses into the other’s body while the stars sparkled in the sky.

It was a blissful week full of passion and love, and a brilliant escape from work for the both of you. Phones completely turned off, your attention fully focussed on each other the the gorgeous sights of the city. You noticed just how at peace and at home Rita felt and looked in France, joking that she should retire out here instead of Florida like most New York attorneys seemed to do. She laughed softly and said the only way she was doing that was if you were coming with her. In return you pulled her in for a gentle kiss, murmuring against her lips that she better start looking at apartments now, cause there was no way you were letting her out of your sight. Ever.

You felt the bed dip with Rita’s weight as she slipped back under the covers behind you, wrapping you in her arms and pressing light kisses to your bare shoulder, trailing up your neck. The smell of coffee wafting through the room pulled you out of your slumber, rolling in her arms to greet her lips with a tender kiss.

“Good morning darling.” She murmured and you sleepily smiled up at her.

“Certainly is.” You leant up to steal another kiss from her, burying deeper into her embrace.

“I thought you might want to watch the sunrise.” She mused and you smiled, shifting in her arms so your head was resting on her chest, your eyes directed out of the vast windows. Dawn had just barely started to break through the sky, lines of pink and gold dancing together, breaking up the darkness. You felt Rita press a gentle kiss to the top of your head as she smoothed back your hair.

“I love you.” You whispered, “more than anything else in the world. I hope you realize that.”

“I love you too darling.” She kissed your head again, “this trip has been absolutely magical. I’m glad we were able to take time to ourselves, reminded me what the most important thing in my life is.”

“And what would that be?” You half teased, “Parisian coffee?” Rita nearly snorted, swatting at your hip lightly.

“You. You dolt.” She teased, pulling a giggle from you as your gaze shifted up to her. You couldn’t help but let out a happy sigh, the sun had crept over the horizon, bathing Rita in golden light that simply made her absolutely breathtaking.

“You mean that?”

“I do.” She smiled at you and you felt like your heart was about to explode, “every moment I get to steal away with you is worth all the work we’ve done to make us work.”

“Doesn’t even feel like work to me. The reward outweighs the process.” You grinned up at her, “it’s all hunky-dory.”

“Oh my god!” This time the swat to your hip was a lot harder than the last, “once! I say it one fucking time and I will never hear the end of it will I?”

“Nope.” You teased, shifting up to steal a kiss from her as you chuckled.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” She grumbled as you settled back onto her chest.

“I tease with love.” You laughed, your fingers tracing patterns against her skin, “but I really do mean it. Loving you doesn’t ever feel like work, it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Who cares if I have to step back on certain cases or hand them off to someone else, if I get to come home to you at the end of the day, that’s all that matters. These last five years have been the best years of my life.”

“Time seems to stand still when I’m with you.” She murmured, her hand coming up to play with your hair gently.

“Yet it somehow passes too quickly at the same time.” You replied with a little sigh, “I just want to spend forever with you.”

“Yeah?” She asked with smile in her voice, “grow old together? Move out here, buy a cute little cottage on the outskirts of town? Spend our days exploring the country, drinking wine and eating cheese?”

“Sounds like a dream come true.” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss into her skin, humming at the warmth the sun was now casting over the bedroom. You felt Rita shift, you assumed so she could grab her coffee, but her hand came to your chin, tilting it up to her.

“Darling….I really don’t know who decided I was lucky enough to gain you as a partner in life, because you are the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me. And I don’t want to let that go. Ever. It would be an honour to be called your wife.”

You felt your heart pick up in your chest at the mention of marriage. Sure, it’d been talked about, and you knew you wanted to spend forever together, but you’d never thought Rita was one for marriage. That simply the partnership was enough to make it stick. Your eyes suddenly found what she had been reaching for when she shifted earlier, a very familiar baby blue coloured box in her hand.

“Marry me?” She asked gently, a near hesitant expression on her face as she cracked the box open, a small gasp escaping your lips.

“Yes!” You practically launched yourself into her arms, tumbling back onto the bed over her as you chased her lips for a kiss. You could barely keep up the kiss, the two of you unable to stop smiling, little laughs breaking through until you finally pulled away, letting Rita slide the ring onto your finger. “It’s gorgeous.”

“For my gorgeous girl.” She smiled, her hand trailing over your cheek.

“You really wanna marry me?”

“Of course darling.” Leaning in, she kissed the tip of your nose, wrapping her arms around you once more as your legs tangled under the sheets. “You have always been so incredibly patient and tender with me. You’ve made me feel more at home and at peace with myself, having you around simply grounds me, makes me remember that there are rays of sunshine out there in this dark world. That it’s not all work and no play, that at the end of the day, I get to come home to the love of my life, and things are warm and fuzzy. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Baby you’re gonna make me cry…” you laughed softly, pressing your lips to hers in a quick kiss.

“Well we can’t have that now.” She smirked against your lips, despite happy tears brimming in her own eyes at the sight of the diamond on your finger, “how about I make you come instead?” She raised a brow as she rolled you onto your back, lips curving up in a grin as she kissed you.

“Well that does sound like a much better option…”

Your eyes fluttered shut as her hands began to trace delicate patterns across your body, her lips meeting yours in a much more heated kiss this time. Her tongue slowly dipped into your mouth and you eagerly accepted it, groaning at the slight taste of coffee from her own.

As the sun continued to rise in the sky, basking the both of you in a golden glow, Rita brought you to your peak as tenderly and slowly as she could. Making sure to worship every inch of you, reminding you just how much she loved you, and how thankful she was that you said yes to being her wife. By the time the sun was at it’s highest point in the sky, you’d managed to come back to earth enough to return the favour.

Blissfully exhausted and worn out, you snuggled into each other’s arms, eyes drifting out over the terrace. Rita sipped on the now cold coffee, not wanting to move out of the bed to get the carafe, she didn’t want to waste a single moment of being in your arms anymore.

“Do we really have to go home tomorrow?” You asked with a small whine and she chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I think your Mother may murder us if we elope.”

“Oh God….you’re right…” you laughed, “she’ll probably insist on us having it at the country club.”

“At least she won’t insist on a church.” Rita teased and you laughed again.

“I’m off til the eighteenth…did you want to start planning once we get back?” You asked and Rita’s hand came to tangle with your left one, her fingers twisting the diamond on your finger, admiring it with a smile.

“You don’t want to wait?”

“I don’t want another moment to go by where I’m not your wife.”

“Likewise darling.” Tilting your head up again she met you in a tender kiss. One that both of you smiled into, knowing exactly what your future was going to hold. Knowing that you had definitely found the love of your lives, and that there was nowhere else you would rather be.

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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A New Leaf

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader (technically) A piece of the Exile series, and a follow up of Withouot You, but can be read alone. Covers the “graveyard” square of fall bingo, and the “single parent” square of @adarafaelbarba ’s September bingo. (i was gonna do two different fics for the squares but I am running out of time!! This dynamic will probably be explored more later on cause apparently I can’t leave the Exile series alone… 🤦🏼‍♀️) Warnings: language, mentions of injury, talk of DV/abuse/SVU type cases issues, talk of death, tiny brief mention of suicide. It’s a hurt/comfort piece besties.

Rita wasn’t entirely sure why she constantly felt a pull to the graveyard. I mean, sure, she knew that it was the place that you were laid to rest, the place that three years ago she had sobbed unashamedly on the freshly turned earth above your now cold body. The place that the love of her life would remain forever, that the only way she felt she could actually communicate with you was through visiting the marble gravestone. Laying a pink rose on top of it, her hand caressing the side of it, fingers tracing the engraved letters of your name, smiling at the feeling until she got to the date of your death.

The day it all went wrong.

It was the day she should have been there. But instead, she was caught in court. You’d nearly died working a joint case with Chicago P.D and SVU, the two of you had reconciled while you were in the hospital, promising that all you wanted was a life together, that that was all you needed. Instead, you’d had a nightmare, thrashing and panicking, thinking you were back undercover when they’d discovered you were a narc. In the internal scuffle, one of your broken ribs had punctured your heart, by the time the doctors had discovered that, it was far too late, you’d been bleeding internally for hours.

Instead…Rita was left absolutely devastated, sobs wracking through her in a spare meeting room at the courthouse while Rafael and Amanda tried to console her, tried to remind her that it wasn’t her fault. It had taken months for her to get over it, though, it wasn’t really getting over it, it was more, readjusting to a life without you. You hadn’t been around before, but the two of you had planned out the perfect life, how you would get discharged and move back in with her the instant you could. How you finally broke down and admitted that you agreed with marriage as long as it meant a marriage to her, you only wanted to be with her. And in return, Rita had agreed to more than a few things on your conditions list, the two of you finally making compromises, increasingly excited about your future life together.

You were supposed to be happy, supposed to be together, living your lives in each other’s arms, moving through each stone life threw at you together. Instead, Rita sat at your grave, the gloomy fall sky setting the mood as the tears slowly slipped over her cheeks.

“God I miss you darling…” she spoke softly.

She often felt foolish speaking to a slab of marble, though she often spoke to you, glancing up to the ceiling of the apartment, or courthouse, knowing you were listening. There was just something she found silly about tying you to your grave, when she knew that’s not where your soul was meant to be. She knew that that little creak in the floorboards when she was watching your favourite show, the way the smoke alarm would go off before she was even near burning whatever she was cooking, or the way your favourite feel good movie would always pop up on Netflix when she was feeling down had something to do with your soul.

Yet she still somehow found herself back in the same spot as those years ago. At least this time the dirt was settled, a nice little row of small flowers growing around the tombstone that she’d left seeds for over the years. Occasionally she dropped by and found other gifts, whether from NYPD or CPD she was never sure, but she always left them untouched.

“You would never believe the route my life has taken since you….left.” She sniffled, wiping a tear off her face, “but I know you would have loved it. God you would have been the number one supporter in a situation like this.” Rita let out a heavy breath, “not that that matters. You always supported me. God you were my everything.” She let the emotion come over her again, letting out a little cry as her hand reached out to caress the side of the stone again “My darling y/n…I wish that we had been able to work things out in the first place. I know that we had a lot to go through…but if that case hadn’t destroyed us….we would have at least had a few more months together before you were taken from me.” Her body shuddered, “and maybe…just maybe…I would have been able to convince you to not move to Chicago….and then you never would have been involved with the case that…..ended up with you….here…” her voice was thick with guilt, shaking with every word.

Rita’s hand dropped from your gravestone, clutching at her face as she cried into it. She knew that it wasn’t her fault that you had been killed, but there would always be part of her that wondered, what if? What if you’d stayed together, if she’d convinced you to stay, to continue to be with her instead of moving, or would the same thing happen to you in New York instead? Would she have ended up more hurt because you said you loved her just as much only for you to be slain by some criminal running around Manhattan? She knew she wouldn’t have been able to deal with you dying in her arms, she was barely okay talking to your gravestone and it had been three years.

“I love you darling.” She whispered into the autumn air, “and I always will. I need you to know that, and always remember that.” Her voice choked with emotion, “I know I say this every year, but you are my heart and soul.” She let out a soft sigh, “and I wish we could be together. I know you would be so proud of how far I’ve come, and god…you’d be the most perfect addition to the household. I know I never would have even considered it without you darling. You are the love of my life. I miss you so much…but you know that….and I always will.”

Rita sniffled lightly, wiping away at her tears as she tried to hold back anymore emotions she had about you. She was used to hiding them, but today, today was for you, the celebration of what you loved. She heard the muffled footsteps on the grass behind her, remotely bringing her back to earth as a small hand gripped her shoulder and Olivia’s voice broke into her daydream.

“You said twenty minutes…you okay?”

“Yeah.” Rita glanced up at the Captain and Lexi, “thank you.”

“Do you need a ride home?” Olivia asked and Rita shook her head..

“I’ve got a car coming.”

“Alright.” Liv nodded, “call me if you need anything.”

“I will.” Rita nodded with a sniffle, her body nearly shuddering as Lexi sunk down into the grass beside her. Lexi curled her hand into Rita’s, giving it a soft squeeze as she leant into her shoulder, Rita couldn’t help but glance down at her with a soft smile on her face.

Her little Lexi.

Well…not so little anymore.

Now, she was a nearly grown eleven year old.

When she’d crossed paths into Rita’s life she had barely turned eight, a timid, terrified little thing who was about to go through literal hell. Within the months after your death Rita felt so unsure of herself representing her usual clientele, she chose to take on more pro Bono cases, helping out around family court more often than not. The people who needed an attorney with the skills and wit that she possessed, but didn’t have the money to afford one. The ones who were going through horrible divorces, custody battles, or trying to get out of domestic violence situations.

Lexi popped up in the SVU precinct with her Mom, claiming abuse from her husband. The case went south quickly, Betty refusing to testify, the charges dropped. Rafael knew Betty would need a good lawyer to help get Lexi out of the reach of Richard, and immediately called Rita. Halfway through the custody trial in family court, Richard violated the order of protection but going over to the apartment to try and “talk things through” that ended up with him killing Betty and then himself. Neighbours had heard all the arguing and the cops were called, who alerted SVU.

Liv had been out with Rita discussing the case and the likelihood of it ending with a win when the call came through, so the attorney joined in on the call. They found Lexi hidden in a bedroom closet, the poor girl nearly launched into Rita’s arms, knowing that she was someone she could trust. Her Mom had always told her “Ms Calhoun is here to protect us, to make us safe. She’s going to make sure that nothing ever happens to us, and that we don’t get hurt, alright peanut?”

Rita had watched Lexi come out of her shell while they worked the case, getting to see her little eyes light up with a sparkle, the adorable little way she laughed, and her obsession with mint chocolate chip ice cream. Lexi had this little fresh breath of life that Rita couldn’t pinpoint at first, it was only after she’d gotten home one night after spending the afternoon with them that she realized. Her eyes fell on the framed picture of the two of you from before you’d broken up, Lexi’s energy matched yours completely, it was as if a piece of your soul had slipped into the girls after you’d died.

It only took a few easy string pulls, and Rita knew she had to do it the moment Lexi was koala wrapped around her, crying softly into her shoulder. She arranged to be Lexi’s foster Mother, not wanting to send someone as traumatized as her into the system that would probably end up fucking her over anyways. She hoped that it would move up to adoption in the future, but needed to clear with any of Betty’s relatives first, and of course, make sure that Lexi went where she wanted to, and where she was comfortable.

It took a lot of adjusting, a lot of panicked phone calls to Olivia as Rita realized just how much work being a parental figure was. (And more than a few of those phone calls featured a blaring smoke alarm in the background). But they made it work, and had their nice little life together as the years went on, now that Lexi was older, she was the one teasing Rita about burning the eggs, or offering to do the hard part of the cooking that she knew Rita was going to fuck up anyways. Rita discovered just how much having someone in her life helped her heal, she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to move on from your death without the knowledge that she had to survive to take care of her foster daughter, not just herself. She couldn’t remain completely broken if she had someone looking up to her, someone that depended on her.

There were some nights that were harder than others, wishing that you were by her side, co parenting with her, she knew that would have made things a hell of a lot easier. But she knew your spirit was living on within Lexi, and that made her feel love again, and feel like she had a purpose in life aside from just being a fancy hot shot lawyer.

“I take it this is where you are every year when I sleep over at Aunt Liv’s place?” Lexi asked softly.

“Yes.” Rita sniffled again, trying to hold back the emotion, wiping back at her tears with her free hand before she squeezed at Lexi’s “I wanted to keep you free from drama, from the bullshit….but there are some things I just can’t managed to get away from.”

“Why would you want to get away from someone that you love?”

Rita laughed softly, always so inquisitive, and impeccably smart for her age, especially when it came to things like this. Sometimes she could have sworn Lexi was her biological daughter with the way she talked, she knew the girl had picked up more than a handful of fancy legal words over the years.

“If I could spend every day for the rest of my life with her, I would.” She sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, “I just wish I could get away from the pain.”

“What happened?”

While Rita had obviously talked about you to her in the past, she had never indulged in the story of how you’d died, often, it was just to painful to get into, this was the first year she’d brought Lexi to your grave.

“She died doing what she loved. Keeping the people of New York safe.”

“Did you hang the bastard who did it up to dry in court?”

“Lexi!” Rita nearly scoffed, “we do not say bastard.” The girl simply raised an eyebrow in return and Rita rolled her eyes, “okay, you do not say bastard. And no.” She sighed heavily, “it took almost a year for the squad to track him down, but your Uncle Rafa made sure he went down for good.”

“Good. Anyone who hurts you deserves it.”

Rita hummed, a small smile creeping onto her cheeks as she glanced between the tombstone and Lexi, totally unsure of how things had managed to work out the way they had, but the only other way she would have had it was to have you still with her, so that Lexi would have two parents.

“Are you going to introduce me?” Lexi asked suddenly and Rita chuckled,

“Of course.”

The little back and fourth continued on as Rita explained a bit more about you to Lexi, and Lexi started to talk to you. She babbled on a little bit, her childhood innocence taking over, it always made Rita happy when those moments happened. Lexi had been through so much trauma at such a young age, she had been worried about it affecting her, carrying that baggage wasn’t easy, and she didn’t want her to be forced to grow up too fast. She watched with a happy smile as Lexi rambled on about how much of a good Mom Rita was, and how you’d be proud that she finally managed to learn how to make the perfect tacos, and they had them every Tuesday. But she still hadn’t gotten a good handle on laundry, accidentally a red sock got in with the whites, and don’t even get her started on the time she shrunk one of Lexi’s favourite shirts (it’s okay, her favourite stuffed bear now gets to wear it every day instead).

Lexi bragged that Rita had been generous enough to buy her both a switch, and a Wii, and that she obviously kicked the older woman’s ass at basically every game she introduced her to. She was cocky enough to say that she’d probably beat you too, but don’t worry, she’d let you win at Mario kart. She talked a little bit about school, how she was already a little bit nervous about moving up to middle school, that she was worried about her friends all splitting up to go to different schools, and how she knew that she now had the option of switching to private school, but she just wasn’t sure yet. After letting out a little sigh, she dropped back, sinking into Rita’s lap, accepting the arms being wrapped around her middle and the kiss placed to the top of her head. She could tell Rita was crying again, feeling a couple drops of wet hit her skin and she squeezed at her hand, waiting a moment before she spoke again. This time her voice was quieter,

“Would she have liked me?”

“Oh darling…” Rita’s heart swelled, “she would have absolutely loved you.”

“Did she want kids?”

“She did.” She pressed another kiss into Lexi’s hair.

“But you never had any?”

“It’s complicated pumpkin, you know that.”

“That’s all you’ve ever said though. You said you’d tell me when I was older. I’m older now.”

“You know, I think you turn into a better debater on the daily.”

“Gee I wonder where I’m getting that from?” Lexi teased and Rita scoffed.

“We were in love, we were perfect, and then work took a toll on both of us. We broke up, and it was the worst decision I’ve ever made to let her walk away. She moved to Chicago for a couple of years, I didn’t see her until she was in the hospital right before she passed. But adoption was one of the things we talked about during that last week. We wanted to be a full family finally.”

“I’m so sorry you never got that.”

“I got you, didn’t I?” She smiled, giving her a little squeeze. “And pumpkin, you make me incredibly happy, and I love you to the moon and back.”

“I love you too.” She twisted around so she could properly hug her, “thank you for rescuing me.”

“Of course darling.” Rita placed a little kiss on the tip of her nose, pulling a giggle from Lexi, “now how about we go visit your Mom?”

“Okay.” She clambered off Rita’s lap, linking her hand in hers as Rita stood.

They wandered through the graveyard, Lexi taking more than one advantage to crunch on the crisp leaves scattered on the ground, tugging Rita into the bigger piles with her, bringing laughter to both of their cheeks. When they reached Betty’s grave, Rita gave her a little bit of space, knowing that privacy can be the utmost importance, and that Lexi had a bond with her Mother that she would probably never have with anyone else. It didn’t take long before Lexi was waving her over, reminding her Mom that Ms Calhoun was doing exactly what Betty said she would, keeping her safe and taken care of. Lexi took the second pink rose from Rita, laying it across the top of the tombstone before she linked her hand back in hers and the two started to make their way out as the sun began to sink in the sky.

“Rita?”

“Yes baby?”

“Can we order pizza for dinner tonight?”

“Of course. What kind would you like?”

“Hawaiian.” Rita made a face, her disdain for the fruit on pizza showing, Lexi simply smirked back up at her, “don’t worry, you can just pick the pineapple off your slices.”

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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Pumpkins

Casey Novak x fem!reader Warnings: language, tiniest mention of smut. Covers the “pumpkin patch” square for fall bingo, and the “fall/autumn/winter” square for @adarafaelbarba ’s bingo!

(there will be a part 2/follow up!)

· You and Casey had gotten together shortly before Christmas almost a year ago. While you’d had more than enough time to explore Holiday traditions, they were all the December ones. You’d strolled through Central, wished for more snow, bought your first tree together, wrapped presents, gone ice skating, watched the ball drop and had the time of your lives.

· Problem was, Christmas was not either of your faved holidays.

· Casey had a soft spot for either summer, when sports were in full swing, or Autumn, where it was finally cool enough to actually indulge in outdoor sports and activities.

· You however were sold on Autumn, Halloween, and the like, you absolutely adored everything about it. You were ecstatic when Casey’s face leapt into a very excited expression at your question of celebrating the season.

· You both planned all of the events.

· You arranged horror movie nights every Friday, theme-ing them to certain trilogies or fandoms each week so your friends could join in whenever they wanted.

· Melinda was a fan of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Alex loved more of the paranormal stuff, Rita came by more for the company and free booze, but she also had a secret soft spot for the Scream/slasher movies. Liz loved coming by to hang out, teasing the two of you over your obsession, and she was the one who watched the Halloween moves every year, but was very particular over which ones were “canon” and which weren’t.

· It didn’t take long for you to do some research and find a pumpkin patch that was right outside of town.

· You pouted to Casey and it only took less than five minutes and a few kisses for her to agree to take you out there that weekend

· You were ecstatic when the two of you piled into the car, squealing at the sight of the pumpkins patch.

· Casey met your excitement as you stepped out of the car, multiple dogs quick to greet you once you were on the other side of the fence from the parking lot.

· You nearly had to drag her away from them, assuring her that you could get one once you’d moved into an actual house with a yard, but right now, you needed pumpkins.

· There were numerous shout outs from the both of you, all “IT’S THE GREAT PUMPKIN CHARLIE BROWN!!” And you were more than aware with the eyes on you, laughing to each other

· Casey naturally, had to prove to you that she was big and strong, that she could carry both the pumpkins back to the car. You couldn’t help but giggle softly as she struggled with opening the back of the car.

· You raced in to help her, laughing, tossing her a small smile as you helped her load the pumpkins in.

· Once the car was shut you turned to her with another soft puppy dog face, asking if you could maybe get some apple cider before you left.

· Casey simply melted, her hands cupping your cheeks as she smiled softly, kissing you gently,

· “Baby we can have whatever you want.” She kissed the top of your nose, “I already planned to pick you up some pumpkin lattes on the way home.”

· “You’re too good to me baby.” Your smiled, kissing her.

· “Nah, I just share your disgusting taste in coffee.” She teased back and you scoffed, swatting at her arm before she ducked to kiss you gently.

· “Let’s get some cider.” She murmured against your lips, “I love you.”

· “I love you more.” You murmured back, moving back to the cider booth, her hand linked in yours.

· As you sipped on cider and wandered the grounds, you started discussing what you were going to do with your pumpkins closer to Halloween, and decided to pick up a few more, some smaller mini ones, and some regular sized ones. Since you’d been celebrating the season with everyone else from the team already, you may as well make sure there were enough pumpkins to go around and you could host a little pre-Halloween party to carve them and drink spiked cider and decorate the apartment.

· The two of you ended up spending the majority of the day at the patch, exploring the farm and Casey of course playing with the dogs. You basically had to drag her away from them at the end of the day, promising her you could come back to visit next weekend, but right now, you had to get back to the city. It was only at the mention of the brand new lingerie set you’d picked up the day before that Casey finally darted to the car, eager to see what you had in store that evening.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Shine bright.

For: @adarafaelbarba September Bingo

Square: Sugar Baby

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x reader.

Warnings: Fluff and Flirty.

WC: 597

Enjoy x

Up until now it had been all for show, the designer cloths, designer shoes, designer bags and sunglasses, over the top jewellery and being driven around by one of his men. A few short months ago you were just one of the girls that worked in the local coffee shop, just hoping to stand close to a Galindo car if it was parked in the main street, but now you were Miguel's eye candy whenever he needed you. If he needed you for an event, either it be somewhere or at his house on the hill, you didn’t ask questions, you asked what time he needed you and waited for the new outfit to arrive with a hair and makeup artist, waited to be picked up at the time you were told and a large amount of cash to cover more than your lost wages at the end of each month.

Something had shifted recently in Miguel; he was asking you more questions about yourself on car rides if you went somewhere and over dinners when he had a minute for himself. You were liking the extra attention he was giving you and it was starting to feel like less of a business deal and more like seeing someone. Your tummy filled with butterflies when you heard a knock on the door with a parcel and note. You read the note first, it being signed from Miguel that a car would be there at 6.30 to pick you up and you opened the box to a beautiful pair of designer jeans, designer button down and he asked in the note if you would wear the pair of red peep toed heels he had brought for you a few weeks ago.

The music was flowing through the house when you walked through the front door. You walked into the living area and you caught your breath setting eyes on his solid back, thick arms and one of his thumbs hooked into his pants waist. Miguel hadn’t noticed you were there, so you walked up to him, your hand going to his lower back. Miguel looked down at you with a grin and his eyes sparkling,

“Hola mi hermosa” Miguel lent down peaking your cheek “You look beautiful” Miguel turned and put his hand on your hip.

“Thank you. You picked well” you smiled up at him “Do we need to go somewhere or is someone coming over?”

“No, I just thought we could have a dinner together, get to know each other” Miguel brought his hand up to your chin, taking it between his thumb and pointer finger “And I want to run over our deal, I want to make some changes”

You looked between both of his eyes and nodded,

“Ok, no worries”

“Y/N, I like everything I see and everything about you. You have served your purpose, but I have a new purpose for you” his voice was low laced with lust.

“Ok” you whimpered when you saw his eyes go dark.

“You’re not just a show piece, you’re so much more than that. Everyone thinks your Galindo territory, but I want to make that official. After we finished dinner I’ am going to take you upstairs and show you what it’s like to really be mine” Miguel stepped forward flush to your body, his other hand going around you tightly “Is that ok with you, my love?” he purred.

You looked up into his eyes and you felt your panties dampen at his intense stare,

“Do we have to wait till after dinner?”

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Rough Beginnings

A/N: So! This idea spawned after reading @cycat-carisi story, We. Please read that first, then come back here for this prequel! This also covers the Mafia square in @adarafaelbarba moodboard bingo!

Tags: mentions of a prostitution ring, talks of murder and mafia-related goings-on

Words: 1964

(gif by @resparza )

Sonny never hated his job more than when he went undercover. He had hated when he was posing as a homeless man with an eye for children, but this was worse. So. Much. Worse.

His cover story for this job was that he was part of the Italian mob, and he had been hired on as security for a prostitution ring; some huge network that was international but had its roots right here in Manhattan. Him, along with multiple real mafia members, were in charge of transporting girls, drugs, and anything else the head honcho told them to.

It had been three months since he went under; his beard itched his face still, his leather jacket was starting to be uncomfortable, and he wanted nothing more than to take all of these bastards down. But they didn’t have enough yet. So, he had to stick it out a little longer—at least, that’s what he told himself. A little longer, a little longer. He wasn’t sure how much “little longer” he had left in him.

Sonny lived in the housing quarters his boss supplied him, along with three other mafia guys. He had almost zero contact with the world outside his job—all the information he gathered was sent in a coded text from a burner. But he was starting to miss his friends and family. At least his employer understood that as part of the Italian mob, Sonny was allowed to go to church on Sundays…if there wasn’t something big happening.

His saving grace came a month later, while standing guard at his boss’s door. A woman he’d seen before came stomping up to him, and he braced himself; he knew that look.

“Let me see my father,” you snarled.

Sonny rose his hands defensively. “I was given orders ta not let anyone in. That includes you,” he replied, crossing his arms once more and trying to puff out his chest. But you simply glared at him.

“Fuck you; let me in, before I force my way in,” you growled.

He chuckled, eyeing you. “Ya really think you can get passed me? Let’s see ya try, doll.”

You gave him another impressive glare before trying to lunge passed him, reaching for the handle. Sonny caught you easily around your midsection, lifting you and placing you down at arm’s length in front of him.

“That the best ya got?” he teased. This wasn’t the first time you tried to brute force your way passed him before, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. But you had a trick up your sleeve.

You let your bottom lip quiver, tears appearing in your eyes. “Pl-please, sir, let m-me see my—” you trailed off, sniffling loudly.

“Ah geez, don’t be doing that. Come on; he’s in a meeting and will be out soon. Just wait a lil, okay?” he said, a touch of pleading in his voice.

But you didn’t stop, letting the tears trail down your cheeks. You let out a loud sob, and Sonny wanted to rip his hair out; he didn’t need a tantrum with daddy’s spoiled brat right now. He internally winced at that; he didn’t really believe that that was what you were, but when you came up here, trying to cry your way in, his mind went there.

You let out another loud sob. “Please, doll, I promise ta let him know as soon as he’s free—” Sonny started, but he was cut off by the door behind him opening. He stood at attention—like a good little lapdog—and the man who was having a meeting with his employer came out. He took one look at you, then left, rolling his eyes. You quickly wiped your face with your shirt before your dad appeared.

“And what are you doing here?” your father asked, annoyance dripping from his voice.

Sonny felt bad for you, but said nothing, gave away no emotions on his face as you requested to speak with him, privately.

He nodded, and Sonny moved out of the way, letting you enter, the door closing softly behind you both. He released a breath; it was always high tension after a meeting. But Sonny also found himself feeling sorry for you, having a father like that. He was hoping that when the walls came down, you’d at least be spared; you had no real idea of your father’s business, how big and deep it ran.

The meeting between you and your father didn’t last long, and soon enough, the door was opening once more behind him.

“Sonny; drive my daughter home. Giuliano will cover you until you're back,” your father ordered.

Sonny nodded, letting you pass him before following you. He kept his emotions in check, but he saw the look on your face; sadness, betrayal, and fear. He vaguely wondered what you had talked about but didn’t want to pry; he could be fired or worse for it.

It wasn’t until halfway through the drive to your place that he asked if you were okay.

“Fantastic,” you muttered, staring out the window.

Sonny wasn’t sure why he couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut; the words just spilled out. “Ya father is a hard man. I’m sorry ya have ta deal with that.” It was a mistake, he knew; if you were indeed loyal to your father, then saying that out loud was a good way to end up dead.

You blinked in surprise at his bluntness, and for his apology. “Y—yeah, he is. I wouldn’t let him catch you saying that, though.”

He nodded. “Uh, how ‘bout makin’ it our little secret, then?” he asked, hoping beyond hope that you’d say nothing about this to him.

“Our little secret…. Yeah, okay,” you replied dryly, eyes going back to the window.

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After that conversation, Sonny’s boss would often send him to you, whether to drive you or as extra protection—more like babysitting, to Sonny. But he found that he couldn’t complain; it was the only time he could be close to his true self…plus it was safer and better than doing other, illicit things. Even if he should be doing those things for intel. And of course, he never slipped up like he had on that first car ride. No, he was Sonny from the Italian mob, not the soft-hearted detective. He held you at arm’s length, determined to not let the mask slip. But something about you got to him, and he found himself afraid of you. Afraid that he’d make a mistake, and that you would see right through him.

“Sonny, why do you do this job?” you asked one day while he was driving you home. It had been over a month since your father had basically assigned Sonny to you.

He tried to stay neutral, but you saw how he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. “’Cause it’s a job. I was hired.”

“That’s a bullshit answer and you know it,” you replied, smiling.

His jaw tightened. “Nah, see, when my boss tells me ta do somethin’, I do it.”

“You’re not like the rest, though. The others, I see murder in their eyes. They have such dark thoughts; it’s almost like they’re hoping my father gives them a kill order,” you explained. True, your father told you that they were security guards for his business, but you never bought that story; they were more like murderers than security. The day when Sonny kept you out of your father’s office was the first time you noticed that he was different; his eyes were soft, and he talked to you like a person, rather than making vaguely concealed threats. He seemed to genuinely care when you started to fake cry, even though you knew that he knew it was fake.

His bright blue eyes met with yours in the rearview mirror for a brief moment before flicking back to the road. “We don’t kill—”

“Stop lying to me, Sonny. Please. I deserve to know what’s going on,” you said, a slight begging tone in your voice.

So that confirmed it; you had no idea what your father was capable of. Sonny swallowed, wanting this conversation to end. “Talk ta ya father, not me—”

“I’ve tried! Multiple times! I’m not an idiot; I know he’s shady as hell. But just what are you protecting?”

“If he’s not willin’ ta tell ya, then that should tell ya somethin’, right?” he asked. He pulled over in front of your art studio, putting the car in park and getting out. You thought about his words; it was more than you got from anyone else. To be honest, Sonny always gave you more than anyone else; he didn’t sneer at you, ignore you, call you names like “brat”. And he definitely didn’t look at you with hungry eyes or creepy smiles. He seemed like…like a generally good person, all things considered. You weren’t sure when it had happened, but you noticed you had developed a crush on him.

All too soon, Sonny was opening the door for you to get out. You thanked him as you exited the car, and felt his presence behind you as you climbed the stairs to the door. He always walked you there, to make sure you were safe.

You unlocked and opened the door, then turned around to face him. He gave you a nod and you thanked him again. But something possessed you in that moment; why else would you have grabbed his shirt and pulled him to you in a kiss?

Sonny froze in place, eyes wide, before he placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you back. You looked up at him, the apology dying on your tongue; you weren’t sorry at all. That kiss was worth it in your eyes. But there was an almost…pained? look in Sonny’s eyes.

“D-doll, we can’t—ya father—”

“Never has to know,” you finished for him.

He blinked, obviously warring with himself, and you were sure you knew why; if your father found out about you two, he could have Sonny killed. But, if Sonny felt the same way about you that you did about him, then maybe, just maybe, he could help you escape from under your father. Something about him was safe, trustworthy.

Slowly, you reached up to cup his face. When he didn’t pull away, you gently leaned in again, kissing him slowly, tenderly. He paused for only a moment before he melted against your lips. Then he gently pulled away from you.

“I—I gotta—” He didn’t finish his thought before he turned and hurried down the stairs. You watched him go, hoping that he’d say nothing to your father.

The car door slammed shut and Sonny was quick to turn the car on and leave. What the fuck was he doing, letting you kiss him? And then he kissed you back?! He must be a fucking idiot! Sure, he liked you—more than he was willing to admit—but this could blow his cover. Not to mention get him killed, cover blown or not. Plus, he was lying to you; any feelings you felt weren’t for him but for the façade he put on.

He resolved to keep his distance from you; nothing good could come from any of this. It ended in one of two ways: you, heartbroken over Sonny’s lies, or him buried six feet under in some lot. There was no way to disobey your father if he ordered him to take you home, so there was no avoiding you. Sonny would just have to lay down the rules next time he saw you; absolutely no relationship could exist, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

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3am Cookies

A/N: This came outta nowhere, a fusion of personal strife and this post. It’s Sonny Carisi x reader, and covers the Baker square in @adarafaelbarba moodboard bingo

Tags: mentions of insomnia, mentions of yearning/longing

Words: 1049

For the past few days—weeks, months, years—you’ve been feeling lonely, yearning for some sort of romantic love. Sure, you were loved; you had friends and family who loved you. But the monotony of going home to an empty apartment, cooking yourself dinner, and sitting alone was wearing on you. Often times, you found yourself crying while cooking, and sobbing yourself to sleep…if you were lucky enough to actually fall asleep.

Tonight was no different; you had a yearning deep inside yourself, a longing for a romantic relationship. You laid in bed, tossing and turning before you gave up. The clock showed a little past 2am as you dragged yourself to your kitchen.

You were a baker, found comfort in baking. So that’s what you did; you took out ingredients for chocolate chip cookies, and you went to work, trying to lose yourself in the familiarity of baking.

***

After a tough case, Sonny was having a bad bout of insomnia. He tried forcing himself to sleep, tried reading, listening to music, everything that normally took him out. But nothing was helping. Sighing, he pulled on clothes and a jacket, then grabbed his phone and keys. He figured a walk would help settle his mind, or at least exhaust his already tired body enough to sleep.

He left his apartment, locking the door behind him before he headed for the stairs. It was only midnight, so hopefully he wouldn’t be up when the sun was.

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Sonny glanced at his phone and saw it was getting close to 3am. Hanging his head in defeat, he wandered back home, praying that sleep would come to him. He was having trouble lifting his legs, his exhaustion wearing him down. The elevator in his building was, of course, broken. Stairs it was, then. He dragged himself up the stairs, finally making it to his floor. But as he shuffled to his door, he stopped, sniffing. Something smelt like…cookies? Was he having a stroke, or was that burning toast? Shaking his head, he went back to his neighbor’s door. He pressed his ear to the door, and he could hear running water, metal hitting metal, and the smell of cookies grew stronger.

He knocked on the door in confusion, trying to make sure everything was okay—who makes cookies at this time of night? The water turned off, and there were some muffled sounds before the door opened. His concern deepened as he looked at your tear-streaked face.

“Hey, I live next door and I was just making sure you were okay…” he explained.

You blinked at him. “I’m fine…sorry if I woke you.”

“Then why are you making cookies at 3am?”

Fresh tears pooled in your eyes before you muttered, “because I’ve lost all control of my life.” And then the door gently closed in Sonny’s face, the sound of the lock turning loud in the stunned silence.

Unable to figure out what to say, he simply turned and continued to his apartment. But there was no chance for sleep as his mind turned over the scene with you all night.

***

It was weeks later before you saw Sonny again—in fact, you had forgotten completely about the early morning interaction. That is, until you opened the door to find him standing there after knocking once again, a grocery bag in his hand.

“Hey, uh, could I possibly come in? Make you dinner?” he asked.

You blinked in surprise. “Uh…yeah? Sure?” you replied in shock. If you weren’t caught so off guard, you probably would’ve said no. That night when he showed up as your cookies cooled was the first time you had ever spoken to him. Now, he was moving to your kitchen, searching until he found the utensils he needed.

You followed him in confusion, standing in the doorway and watching him work. He started chopping vegetables, throwing them into the pan to sizzle. It took no time for the delicious smells to fill the apartment, and you felt your heartstrings tug.

“May I ask why you’re in my kitchen, making me dinner?” you finally asked.

Sonny glanced up at you, his expression soft. “I thought you could use a good, homecooked dinner. Not to say that you don’t make your own, but it’s different when someone else does, right?”

“Y—yeah but…but why?”

He fell silent, flipping the vegetables easily, throwing them in the air and catching them back in the pan. He was intensely thinking about his words, making sure this came out right.

“Look, I know what it’s like to feel shitty. I’m not saying that I know what’s wrong in your life, personally, but I—I get it. It’s hard, not having someone to talk to after a long day. You work your ass off, you’re kind to those around you. You’re loved by friends and family, and you love them, too. But it’s not enough. You come home, day after day, to no one. You make yourself dinner, the thought of making a meal for one disheartening, but making too much food is even more depressing somehow. So, you make dinner alone, eat alone, spend your nights alone, then sleep alone. It’s monotonous and soul crushing. And you start to think there’s something wrong with you, because why else would you not find love?”

You were frozen staring at him, blinking away tears and wondering how the hell he knew so much about what you were feeling. That is, unless…. “You’re lonely, too?”

“Y—yeah…” he trailed off, focusing on cooking. Finally, he looked up at you. “I wasn’t positive that that was what you were dealing with; that was more about me. But when you opened the door at 3am a few weeks ago, I felt a—a kindred spirit.”

“That was…exactly my issues. I just…I have such a longing—”

“I do, too. But…but maybe on the bad days, I could come make you some dinner? That way we can be lonely together?”

You nodded before he finished talking. Sure, he was virtually a stranger to you, one that showed up out of nowhere, but it was better than sitting home all night, alone and sobbing to yourself. And besides, he was cute. Maybe, just maybe, this would become a regular thing.

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Museum Dates

A/N: This is just a short little thing to try and get me back into writing, honestly 😅 It’s Rafael Barba x reader, and covers the Museum square in @adarafaelbarba moodboard bingo!

Disclaimer: Fuck museums taking shit from other cultures

Tags: like, one mention of sex, but that’s it

Words: 780

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It was another busy Friday; you were doing your job as normal. You were a tour guide for the American Museum of Natural History, and with the new Egyptian exhibit in for only two weeks, it was insanely busy. You had groups of 30 people each, 10 times a day. It was exhausting work, but you loved it; teaching people, immersing yourself and others in the history, and spending time with exhibits for yourself, especially after closing.

During your 3:40pm tour, though, you saw that a very attractive man joined your group. The only downside to that was the woman on his arm. Oh well; no harm, no foul, you thought, raising your voice to start the tour.

But you noticed throughout the tour that while the man seemed interested in the exhibits, his partner certainly wasn’t. She was loud and obnoxious, and you saw other people in the tour giving her a look.

When you were close enough to them, though, she broke the final straw.

“Come on, Rafa! Let’s just sneak away so you can bang me already!” she whined. The man answered her in a voice too quiet for you to hear, but he sounded stern and annoyed. But whether they were going to sneak away or not, was not something you were going to chance.

You continued the tour until you got close enough to a security guard. As the group was enraptured with an ancient Egyptian headdress, you pointed out Rafa’s partner, and the guards moved in.

The woman put up a fight, screaming and swinging, as everyone watched her being dragged out. Rafa stood there, mortified and trying to pretend he didn’t know her. Slowly, you walked up to him, giving him a sympathetic look.

“Sorry to kick out your partner, but with what I overheard her saying…” you started, trailing off.

He shook his head slightly. “N—no, it’s fine. She’s not my partner; this was only our second date, and she won’t be getting another.” He gave you a small smile of thanks, and you grinned back. “Rafael Barba,” he stated, holding his hand out for you to shake.

You shook his hand, giving him your name before realizing you had a tour to guide. Smiling sheepishly, you headed back to the front of the group. Without his date, Rafael was intent on the exhibits, seemingly excited about each piece in the set.

At the end of the tour, people from the group thanked you as they left. Rafael waited until he was last to leave and gave you his winning smirk.

“Thank you again for getting rid of my date. This exhibit is really interesting once I was able to listen to you rather than her,” he said.

You gave him a bright smile. “Any time. And if you liked that exhibit, you should come back in a week to see the Greek exhibit. I got a little sneak peek of it yesterday, and it’s sure to be a good one.”

“As long as you’re the guide on it, I’ll be there.”

You felt heat in your cheeks, and you ducked your head, smiling. Rafael gave you another grin before biding you goodbye and leaving with the others.

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Not only did Rafael show up for that next week, but he showed up for every exhibit, no matter how big or small. Sometimes, he was in your group, and you’d chat about the pieces together. Other times, you saw him wandering the less “special” exhibits, the ones without a tour involved. But every time he saw you, he shot you a smile, and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Eventually, you started talking about, well, everything. He was incredibly nice and knowledgeable, and he asked questions that made you think. Soon enough, he started lagging behind everyone, staying and talking to you during your water breaks and lunch; not that you minded.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me one night?” Rafael asked one day.

You felt your cheeks heat, and you couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across your face. “Y—yeah. I’d love to,” you replied, and his grin matched your own.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind a museum date…if dinner goes well, that is. But I’m sure it will,” he quickly added, ears turning a bright pink.

The fact that he was flustered just made him more attractive. “I love museums…but maybe not this one?”

“Of course. MoMA has a Cezanne exhibit opening next weekend…if you’re free.”

You chuckled. “An optimist, are we? Planning date two before even going on our first,” you teased, and Rafael’s face turned a brighter shade of pink. “I’d love to.”

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