Tumgik
#law and order svu fic
altsvu · 3 months
Note
Congrats on the followers!
🧞Barba + 53 from the smut prompt list (re: tattoo) please & thanks! 💜
tattoo ridden
Tumblr media
pairing: rafael barba x fem!reader
prompt used: “Is that a tattoo?” from the 100 smut prompt list!
wc: 700
summary: your first time having sex with rafael is a magical one, and when he notices a fairly interesting tattoo on your body, it’s almost like he went feral.
cw: dirty talk, smut (oral, teasing)
a/n: anything smutty with rafael is like the best, so thank you so much for sending this in lovely, i’m so sorry it took so long for me to write it! 🥲
law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!
✯✯✯✯
Rafael wasted no time getting intimate with you. It was literally out the car, out the clothes, and in the bed.
A year back, you and Rafael got together, but you wanted to take things slow, and he agreed.
But now, you felt ready.
It was another long day at the precinct, for you at least. It had gotten to the point where Liv even told you to go home. You liked to get ahead of things because you knew you would dread drowning in paperwork after the fact.
This particular night, however, was a different story for Rafael. He wanted to surprise you. It was you and his’s 1 year anniversary and he wanted to make the day special as can be.
You didn’t forget about your anniversary, you had gotten him a gift, you just didn’t have the time to go drop it off at his office.
So there you were sitting at your desk filling out paperwork when a very familiar figure appeared in your sight. You quickly found out that it was Rafael.
“Rafa.” You smiled, getting up from your desk.
“Hi baby.” Rafael smiled back, pulling you into a hug. “Happy anniversary.”
“Happy anniversary.”
Rafael planted kisses on your lips. You then went back to your desk, and Rafael followed suit, pulling up a chair to sit next to you.
“Paperwork again?”
You nodded. “You know how I am Rafa.”
“I’m staying here until you finish. I wanna take you home tonight.” Rafael said, reaching over to stroke your thigh.
You smirked, knowing what he meant.
“Duly noted, Counselor.”
✯✯✯✯
Rafael finally got you home. Beforehand, you gave him your gift, which was a watch he’d been eyeing for months. He was ecstatic when he opened the box. After, he pulled out his gift, which was a matching gold necklace and bracelet set. He took the liberty of putting them on you.
Out the car.
Out the clothes.
In the bed.
“I know we talked about it, but are you sure about this? About everything?”
“Yes, Rafa.” You responded, helping him out of his suit. The only suit you wanted him in was his birthday suit.
“Okay.” He smiled.
With that, the two of you wasted no more time getting in the bed and each other naked. Clearly the second step was ignored.
Rafael loved your body and he wanted to admire it all night long. When he touched your naked body for the first time ever, you felt chills running throughout your body and you didn’t want him to stop. His hands felt so nice against your skin. In this moment, his hands were creeping up to your boobs and something special resided in that region.
Your infamous side boob tattoo.
To be quite honest, it was a simple flower, but it was your favorite tattoo.
Rafael’s hand reached it and the chills stopped for a moment.
“Is that a tattoo?”
“Yes.”
The room light was on, so Rafael was able to take a peek under the covers to look at it.
“It’s beautiful.” He whispered, starting to suck on your nipples. He kissed all around the area, as well as the tattoo, and that made you so much more aroused.
He was good with his mouth. So when he finished with your boobs and went to your pussy without a warning, you knew you were going to fold instantly. He made you feel good, and that’s all that mattered in this moment. His lips touched your clit and he sucked on it softly to get you started. He started using his tongue in all the right places, and pushed a finger inside. His intentions were to get you to come for him.
Hard.
“Rafa” escaped your lips numerous times while he was doing this.
“I love when you say my name like that, Y/N. It’s so hot.” Rafael mumbled against your thighs. He got up and leveled with you, and pushed his fingers inside you again, all while he planted kisses on your lips and chest.
The next thing you knew, he was inside you, and it felt amazing. He felt amazing.
It was a good thing the two of you waited.
✯✯✯✯
taglist: @storiesofsvu @averyhotchner @ssaic-jareau @detective-giggles @lapaquerette @itsjustmyfantasyroom
170 notes · View notes
kryptonitejelly · 6 months
Text
nick amaro x reader // law and order SVU
yes, we are going there - what have i done 😭 no plot, really. just a moment.
-
The last thing Nick had expected to find when walking back into the SVU bullpen was you; and yet, here he was, eyes fixed on you as his strides quickened. He notices Fin’s smirk that finds itself aimed his way as he weaves his way between Amanda and Liv to get to you, but he ignores it.
He lets his gaze drag itself over your form, head down on his desk, the lamp on his desk casting a soft glow around your features; the extra suit jacket he leaves hanging on the back of his chair draped over your shoulders. You have a laptop open in front of you, a case file and note pad within reach, all topped off by an uncapped pen lying caged between your curled fingers. He sees the pair of heels which you had shed, one standing, one lying on its side peeking out from under his desk. A dip of his gaze reveals the deep green of the dress which you had on, one of his favourite dresses on you - one that he knew you had worn in to work today in anticipation of Friday having supposed to be date night.
Nick slows his pace as he approaches you, content in the few seconds to allow himself to watch the gentle rise and fall of your shoulders. The sight stirs a mix of emotions in his chest - the swell of emotion that came rushing in whenever he set his eyes on you, and a heavy tinge of guilt. Guilt that he had to cancel the first date night you both had managed to plan after weeks of clashing schedules, guilt that you taken it so well, and guilt that you had somehow found your way here, to the SVU bullpen so that you could both head home together.
Nick drops to a knee, bringing himself to eye level with your face. He raises his hand to cup the side of your face gently. His touch on your skin is light, soft, but it makes you stir immediately.
“Hey,” Nick’s voice grounds you as you let your mind grind to a start, your surroundings shifting into focus. “What are you doing here?”
“Thought we could go home together,” your lips furl up into a gentle smile, voice soft, your eyes, still hazy with sleep, locked onto Nick’s. You forget your bearings for a moment until you hear a cough from behind Nick as various footsteps shuffle into the bullpen. You straighten up slowly, blinking the sleep from your eyes, legs stretching out beneath you as you offer a wave to the rest of the team trudging in.
“An ADA slumming it at Amaro’s desk?” Fin muses, voice joking and light.
“What would Barba say,” Munch follows, expression deadpan.
“Unbecoming isn’t it?” Liv continues with a quirk of one end of her lip.
“What can I say,” you play along, “not all of us have Barba’s flair.”
“Clearly,” Amanda states, looking pointedly at Nick which earns a series of chuckles from the rest of the team and yourself.
“Yeah, yeah,” Nick waves a hand in the air dismissively, but his gaze doesn’t leave you. You tilt your body downward slightly, hands reaching for your discarded heels. Nick notices and he is back on a knee in one fluid motion.
“Nick,” you protest as he places a hand along your calf, his other propping your heel up, helping you back into your heels. You hazard a glance behind your boyfriend, only to find the rest of the team, tactfully busying themselves with their desks. “I’m not Cinderalla,” you state, but with no real protest as you let him guide your other heel back on.
“I’m not your Prince Charming?” He teases, not caring who else heard, giving your calf a gentle squeeze before winking at you and straightening back into a stand.
“I’ll get back to you on that,” you pull a face as you turn to gather your belongings, making quick work of shoving them into your bag with Nick’s help.
“Way to hurt a man,” he places a hand on his chest as you shrug his spare jacket off your shoulders; Nick takes it from you, hanging it back on his chair.
“She could hurt you more” Fin cuts in again with a sing-song voice. It makes you chuckle, as you catch a wink Amanda throws in your direction.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be Detective Tutuola,” Nick asks all while shrugging off the jacket on his shoulders to place it over yours, letting it hang off your frame. He flicks off the light switch on his desk and picks your bag up.
“If I say no, will you let me tag along?”
Your yes comes at the same time as Nick’s absolutely not, and it earns you another series of chuckles around the room.
“Don’t call me till Monday,” Nick calls out, while threading his fingers through yours as he starts to guide you towards the lift. You barely manage to call out a goodbye, before the lift doors shut on you both.
“I didn’t-” your protest is cut short by Nick’s lips on yours, his free hand circling your waist, going over the fabric of his jacket on your shoulders. You let yourself sink into the kiss, hand sliding up his shoulder and behind his neck as the lift descends to the parking garage.
“I’m sorry I had to cancel today,” he says, forehead resting against yours as he breaks the kiss. His eyes are closed, but you flicker yours open as you run your hand from the back of his neck to cup the side of his jaw.
“You have nothing to apologise for Detective Amaro,” you end with the professional term of address in attempt to diffuse some of the guilt you see in his eyes. “Work,” you continue with a light shrug - Nick was a victim of you cancelling on him as well, and you understood.
“I was really looking forward to tonight,” he says, still apologetic as he finally opens his eyes while leaning his face into your palm.
“I can think of a few ways you can spend the rest of the weekend making it up to me,” you say, dropping your voice to a lower, almost sultry tone as you lean into him, pressing the front of your body into his. Nick responds by pulling you in closer, his hand dipping down the hem of his jacket on your shoulders to slide down onto the curve of your ass.
“Take me home Detective Amaro,” you say as the lift door dings open.
“Your wish is my command,” Nick says in response, taking the opportunity to sear another quick kiss onto your lips before tugging you out of the lift.
208 notes · View notes
adarafaelbarba · 2 months
Note
Hello, hope you're doing well! If it so inspires you, may I suggest "Feel this? It's just for you." from the smutty one-liners with Sonny Carisi? Thank you 😊
Tumblr media
a/n: sorry it isn't a long piece 😅🫣❤️ also please ignore how sad Sonny looks here, he's not sad in this piece 😅
warnings: MINORS DNI!
He stands in front of you, looking deep into your eyes, intoxicating you with his closeness and the smell of him.
"Do ya have any idea what ya do to me, doll?" He asked in a low tone.
Shaking your head you gasped when he grabbed your chin, tilting it so you looked down between the two of you, to the bulge in his slacks.
You carefully moved your hand to cup him, shocked at how big he felt.
"Feel that, doll, that's just for ya," he murmured, finally leaning down to kiss you.
~~~
Tagging:
@plaidbooks @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @thatesqcrush @alwaysachorusgirl @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @bisexual-dreamer02 @misscharlielulu @xoxabs88xox @muchadoaboutcj @beatrice-san @meetmeatyourworst @thats-jaywalking @cursedashes @mysoulisasunflower @crazy4chickennuggets @imaginelover88 @beccabarba @itsjustmyfantasyroom @detective-giggles @guitita @ladylionstar @achataa @nessamc @peauxheaux @silversprings-mp3 @polkadotpenguin16 @pepperbstark @im-a-slut-for-this-man2 @chickensarentcheap @irishavengersassemble
Wanna be on the tag list? Fill out this form to be part of the team 🥰
70 notes · View notes
multifandommilfs · 2 months
Text
The Jürgen Theory
Pairing: Olivia Benson x reader
Wc: 840
Fluff!
–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Tumblr media
–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
At first, it was a drop of water on the car's windshield as you and Olivia advanced towards the suspect's address that was currently pinging on the GPS to swerve away from high-traffic areas.
 
In the passenger seat, you craned your neck so you could gauge the incoming weather. "I hope you're not getting your hopes up expecting rain in mid-July." Olivia said from the driver's seat nonchalantly.
 
You cast her a side eye, flopping back into your seat. "To live without hope is to cease to live. Stop being such a party popper Liv, it's been in the 80s°F since last week. A girl should hope for some rain before we all faint from heatstroke."
 
Olivia sputtered out a laugh. "Did you just quote me on Jürgen Moltmann? I can't believe I've been working with a nerd all this while."
 
Her verbal blow made you smack her on the arm as you made a face of faux offence. "You're calling me the nerd? I'm not the one who knew the quote was Yurgen's or whomever you said it was."
 
However, she knew from your perfect pronunciation of the theologian's name that you had begun to rage a banter. "Says you, I bet you even looked up the pronunciation. Any normal person would've said Yargen instead of Yurgen." She clocked on the blinkers, maneuvering the car into a neighbourhood as a few drops of rain splattered against the windshield.
 
"And the fact that you have that information makes you more of a nerd than I am." Your laugh barked out, luring hers out as well. "Touché." And the both of you were trying your best to contain the unending waves of laughter pouring out of your throats, knowing the debate was over at your catch.
 
Your eyes trailed out the window when the car pulled up at the sidewalk closest to the building, skimming for your suspect in case he wanted to get a headstart while Olivia double-checked the GPS for the right address. "You ready?" Her tone turned grave and you nodded, sliding out of the vehicle in tandem with her.
 
The rain was more compact now, hitting your face every few seconds and making you hope you'd have luck by your side to stay relatively dry until you got back to the unit.
 
It took a while to reach his apartment, but when you did, your suspect's fight-or-flight instincts took over as soon as you flashed your badge. He leapt out from the fire escape, forcing you to follow this trail as Olivia rounded the apartment building.
 
She skidded around the corner into the alleyway, just in time to witness your tumbling down the suspended ladder after the suspect, simultaneously dragging him down onto the rough concrete ground with your body weight.
 
It seemed to take a whole thousand raindrops bursting against your skin and soaking your clothes as you cuffed the innocent-screaming suspect before handing the guy over to Olivia who shoved him into the backseat by the top of his head.
 
"80s°F and raining; it looks like Jürgen is the winner here." You sent her a smug smile despite the shiver that crawled up your spine. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." She rolled her eyes in defeat, not trusting her teeth to not chatter and subsequently further your teasing.
 
She caught your winner's grin as she reared the car to life and you switched off the AC when you saw her fingers tremble as they gripped the steering, taking no consideration into the suspect more than pissed off objection.
 
Then it was all easy-going back to the unit when you and Olivia were sent back home due to a good job, late hours, and wet hair.
 
You two clocked out without a complaint, knowing Fin could finish off the interrogation better than two shivering wet detectives, one drier than the other but still on the same level of 'drenched to the core'.
 
It wasn't until you winded down for bed that you realised the trouble you both were in. "Don't tell me it is what I think it is." You slapped your hands on your face in bed when you sneezed for the third time that night, your back aching from the previous fall. It made you regret all the choices you made that morning.
 
"Looks like Jürgen doesn't have your back." Olivia laughed before succumbing to a fit of coughs, leaving you wheezing at her sickness's timely attack and puns.
 
"Yeah I'll bet he doesn't have yours either." You made an aggressive inhale, shifting up your pillow for a better angle of breath.
 
"And don't you even think about going to work tomorrow. I'm taking care of you." You continued, voice going snotty.
 
"Haven't you heard of survival of the fittest? We'll see who takes care of who tomorrow." Her flaunt made you smile wordlessly because despite her tough exterior, you already knew you'd be the one taking care of her tomorrow. She only proved you right when she let out another round of wet coughs.
86 notes · View notes
daddy-heather-dunbar · 9 months
Text
Dinner for Three
Tumblr media
Casey Novak x f!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy, domestic Casey
*testing something new for here with writing me/my instead of you. Changing POV maybe? I seem to write better this way so hopefully this doesn't hurt the experience. Hope you enjoy *v**
"I'm gonna be so red in the morning," Casey groaned behind the straw hat covering her face. I laughed already seeing her turn pink despite the gobs of sunblock I put on her. Shifting, laying my head on Casey's stomach. She let out a hearty laugh shaking both of us. "Anyway, my baby shouldn't be out in this hot sun for too much longer," she said brushing my hair to the side. I grabbed her hand kissing her palm before placing it on my growing bump. 
'Your baby huh?" I laughed. 
"No, our baby but you are my baby too," Casey said lifting her hat from her face, and looking down at me with a smirk. Her grin was adorable and her green eyes twinkled. I rolled my eyes, settling back down.
"Ok, lover boy. Whatever you say." 
Twenty minutes later the sun had got the best of us and we were feeling exhausted from the heat. We figured spending the rest of the day at home was better than on the shore. 
The evening was easy as we got home, settling into a quick shower together. It was one of our new favorite things to do. Since getting pregnant Casey got more handsy—always gently placing a hand on my belly that only showed a little for the three months that had passed since our appointment. She seem to look out for me just a bit closer than before, enjoying rubbing my back or washing my hair, or just laying kisses on my shoulder knowing it calmed me and in turn the baby.
After the shower, I needed to complete some work for a client and sat down at the dining table with my laptop as Casey shuffled around the kitchen.
“Babe, do you want some chicken parm? And maybe a salad?” Casey said opening the fridge and then the freezer. I hummed I was onboard with her response. Every now and then I would check over my screen to see Casey at the stove, steam coming up and thankfully not fire. She wasn’t the cook of the family, but recently all my energy seemed to be gone leaving Casey with more of those duties than normal. She was gracious about the shift, never complaining but always looking back to see if I had any comments. And like that she looked over her shoulder linking eyes with me.
“Am I doing ok?” Casey asked, a slight tint appearing on her cheeks. I chuckled at her cuteness before getting up and walking beside her. The chicken she was prepping on the stove was brown on both sides.
“You can take it off the burner now,” I said quickly grabbing the pasta sauce as Casey flipped the chicken into the glass container. I poured the sauce over the two pieces of chicken as Casey moved to preheat the oven. “I’m ready for ya,” Casey said as the oven did a final beep. For a moment walking toward her, I was distracted by how serious she was. She bit her bottom lip as I handed her the dish into her mittens. She squinted as she adjusted the dish into the perfect spot in the oven before closing the door. Finally standing up, she huffed out and I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped. “What?” She smiled.
“Nothing, you’re just cute when you cook,” I said walking into her open arms. My arms wrapped around her neck as we shifted from side to side.
“Are you sure it’s not the kiss the chef apron?” Casey looked down between us before looking back at me. I leaned into her, taking her lips with my own before slightly pulling back. We took a breath, smiles mirrored.
“That may have something to do with it,” I whispered taking her lips with my own again. The kiss was slow this time. Gentle but filled with the passion that filled our days lately.
131 notes · View notes
melk917 · 6 months
Text
We can do it in the pouring rain
Tumblr media
Warnings: Making out, promises of future filth
Rating: M
Pairing: Rafael Barba x f!Reader
Summary: The heat finally breaks
Song Vibes: Gimme Shelter, The Rolling Stones
Notes: What? A fic? From me? Who am I?!
Honestly, this is the first time I've opened my personal computer since moving in May. This is rough, super under edited, and not my best work, but it is finished! And so here you go, only a few years gap between this and the last time I posted something from this series. Please let me know if there are any typos or errors!
Motivation and inspiration coming from a straight week of rain here in New York, peaking with the city flooding and all transport shutting down. It was charming here....
It had felt like New York was holding its breath for days—that sort of late August heat that lays heavy on the city. It was thick, swollen, and hot, the only relief coming from the rush of air as the subway charged past the platform. No matter what you did, sweat poured off of you. Going anywhere, moving at all really, was too much. It left you exhausted and irritable. You were ready to start sacrificing to the gods if the infernal heat would just break. Surely it was close? The air was so thick, you swore you could feel it pass over your skin as you walked, like the cling of a damp curtain in the shower, irritating but determined.
Even sitting inside at the bar at Forlini’s, you felt like you were melting, sweat making your thighs stick to the cracked leather of the stool. The A/C unit above the door groaned and wheezed, rattling away in vain as it struggled to cool the restaurant. Despite its best efforts, sweat trickled down the back of your neck, dampening the back of your shirt and leaving you utterly miserable. 
Rafael, on the other hand, seemed perfectly composed. His only concession to the heat was to abandon his jacket and roll his sleeves. He had pulled his tie loose, but had yet to remove it completely. He wasn’t flushed. He wasn’t even sweating. You hated him just a little bit for it. Even more for the amused twist of his lips when you shifted again, fanning yourself with the menu.
“You doing ok over there?” He raised his eyebrows at you, humor laced through the question as you pressed your glass to your neck, hoping the ice in your drink would cool you down.
You leveled a glare at him. “You know, the A/C actually works in the apartment. We can even mix our own drinks there. And the shower has endless cold water.”
He scooted closer as more people filed in and pressed up against the bar next to him. You grunted in displeasure as he invaded your personal space and you could feel the body heat radiating off him in waves. He huffed in amusement and ducked forward to press a kiss behind your ear as he took your glass from your hand and placed it back on the counter. He stroked his thumb along the line of your neck, tracing the path left behind by the condensation on the glass. You tried to squirm away, but the sudden influx of patrons had him now almost flush against you with nowhere to go.
“There room for two in that shower if I promise to get you home now?” His voice was low and the brush of his breath across your skin had you shivering despite the heat.
You snorted and shoved at him lightly so you could get out, wincing when you had to practically peel yourself off the leather. “Stop sharing your infernal body heat with me and we’ll see.”
He lifted his eyes to nod at the bartender before pulling you the rest of the way to your feet. The press of bodies had gotten tighter and the next chime of the bell over the door brought with it the yelps and shrieks of people ducking inside and the thick smell of petrichor.
“Oh shit.”
Your heart sank at the view out the windows.The heat had finally broken, and broken spectacularly. You could hardly see the street through the curtain of water. A cloud burst, dumping without warning.
“Fuck we should go. Call a car. We don’t want to get stuck on this side of the bridge.”
He was a step ahead of you, already scrolling through the apps on his phone. You peered through the glass, watching water rush down Baxter Street, eddies and rivers running through the gutters.The rain was coming down so fast the city struggled to drain effectively. 
Behind you Rafael cursed softly, and when you turned, his eyebrows were almost in his hairline.
“$180 to Brooklyn,” he explained, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Shit.” You breathed out hard and bounced on your toes one, twice, three times. “Fuck it. Canal is right around the corner.”
Rafael’s head jerked up in surprise. His gazed dropped, eyeing your silk blouse and flats skeptically. “You really want to run for it?” He ran a nervous hand over his silk tie.
“Last time a storm broke this fast, people were stranded in Manhattan overnight. I’m not sleeping in your office.”
His lips parted and he looked for half a second like he was going to object. But then he was breathing out hard, popping open his briefcase to shove his jacket and tie inside. “Fine. But you’re dealing with the dry cleaning.”
“Run fast, and maybe you won’t have to worry about that,” you taunted back with a smirk and tugged the door open, ducking out in the street, Rafael right behind you.
You were immediately dumped on, assaulted by sheets and sheets of rain. It hit you like a slap across the face, cool and sharp, soaking your hair and clothes. The sheer volume of water made you gasp and curse. You took off down the street in the direction of the subway, Rafael at your heels, swearing and holding his briefcase over his head as a makeshift umbrella.
The Canal Street stop really was just around the corner, but it made no difference. The rainfall was so heavy that it obscured critical information until you were right in front of it: the construction materials and tape that was strung up across the entrance, blocking the stairs. This particular subway entrance was closed.
“Fuck!” you shouted, shading your eyes from the rain and casting around for Rafael, unable to see him through the fall of water. 
You were utterly saturated, your blouse soaked through and clinging tight to your body like saran wrap. Rafael wasn’t faring much better as he pulled up next to you, splashing his way along. Rain water was pouring off him, cascading down the sides of his face, over his chest. His shirt was plastered to his skin, white fabric gone transparent and clinging to the muscles of his chest, his arms. In another time and place, you would have appreciated the view. As it was, there were more pressing matters.
“What now?” Rafael was squinting, wiping at the water in his eyes as he pitched his voice to be heard above the rain.
Before you could open your mouth to answer, a cab drove by, tearing down the street at a speed that was highly inadvisable in the low visibility and kicking up a wave of water from the gutter, sending it crashing over both of you.
You stood frozen, eyes and mouth wide in shock. You expected a shout or a curse from Rafael, at least. Some threat against the universe for ruining his suit. But instead there was a long pause and you turned slowly to face him. He met your eyes, resembling a drowned rat more than anything else. He looked just as shocked as you, mouth gaping, holding his arms away from his sides as though it might keep the water off of him. He paused, chest expanding as he took a deep breath (for the tirade of curses against the rain, you assumed). But instead he threw his head back, laughing. Full, loud, and bright as the crack of lightning that flashed across the city skyline. And when he finally straightened up to look at you, he shook his head, water flying everywhere.
“We’re fucked!” You threw your arms in the air.
“I know!” he shouted back, grinning.
Your annoyance flared hot, and you wiped at your eyes angrily, cursing when you pulled your fingers away to see them smeared with mascara, the water catching on your eyelashes and making it run. He was still laughing, mirth loud enough to be audible over the rain.
 “What the hell are you so happy about?”
He raised an eyebrow at you and smirked. Your silk shirt was completely saturated with the rain water and plastered to your breasts, your nipples hard and obvious through the thin fabric. He dragged his gaze down your body and back with a significant look. 
You crossed your arms, frowning, shoulders hunched to hide from his leering with a glare. It did little to hide anything, just pushing them up further for him to appreciate. 
And he was undeterred by the dirty looks you threw in his direction, advancing on you slowly, a predatory sway to his step. You took half a step back and then another in a futile attempt to put space between you as he crowded close, advancing until your back hit something hard, the nearest building pulling you up short. Your breath caught, the rough brick snagging on the thin silk of your shirt, scratching at your back and pulling at your hair. His eyes flashed, triumphant as he leaned close. He dipped his chin to slowly drag the point of his nose along your neck, nuzzling. His breath was hot, the contrast with the cool rain making you shiver against him, a tiny flare of want pulsing low in your belly against your better judgment.
“Rafael.” You injected as much steel as you could in your voice, a warning. The insolent smile he gave you in response did not indicate success.
“This was your idea,” he reminded you, breath warm on your skin as he pressed an open-mouth kiss behind your ear.
You managed to swallow the small, pathetic whimper that threatened to slip out in response, even as your fingers curled into the sodden fabric of his shirt. Not shoving him away, but not pulling him close either.
“Not this idea,” you managed, voice going breathy when he pressed another kiss to the same spot, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin this time. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”
He pulled back just far enough to meet your eyes, a single suggestive eyebrow inching up. “I think we just got everything out of the gutter.” 
You snorted in spite of yourself and he winked. The rain was still coming down in sheets, but he was catching the brunt of it now as he leaned over you, beating down on his back and shoulders, catching on the ends of his hair, dripping off his nose to fall on your cheeks as he pressed close.
“We need to get home,” you pointed out, but he only hummed in response, ducking back low to brush his lips over the shell of your ear. 
“No cab is going to take us if we’re soaked through,” you tried again, breath mingling with his as he turned, lips just grazing yours in a tease that made your breath catch and your fingers clench in his shirt. 
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re already soaked through.” His voice was a low, amused rumble as he pressed light kisses along your jaw, licking lightly at the rainwater that continued to run down from your hair.
He was right of course. His shirt was plastered to his torso, white fabric gone translucent. You shoved lightly at him till he leaned back, and you couldn’t help but drop your gaze to take in the shape of him. How the shirt molded to all the curves and angles of him, his biceps and pecs obvious, every minute twitch and flex clear. Heat flared in you unbidden, licking up your spine as he slipped his one hand under your shirt to splay across your low back. His modesty was only preserved by his undershirt or you were certain you’d see his nipples, conspicuous and dark, through the fabric. It was honestly a shame about the undershirt you thought, flattening your hands on his chest, swallowing the soft noise that threatened to slip out at the feel of his muscles shifting as he stroked your skin.
He smirked down at you, clearly following the path your thoughts had taken. You tweaked a nipple through his shirt in retaliation, and he jerked, grunting.
You went to repeat the motion and he grabbed your wrist, pressing it to the wall up next to your head. Want flared bright in you like the burst of lightning that cut through the sky. 
“This was your idea,” he reminded you, an amused twitch to his lips as he leaned down again, his breath ghosting across your skin.
You shivered then gasped as he scraped his teeth down your throat. “My idea was to take the train. This is not taking the train.”
He hummed, kissing his way back up your neck. “No. No, it’s not.”
“We should do that.”
“In a minute.” He ducked low to brush another kiss across your lips. Your breath caught in your throat as those long, clever fingers dipped under the waistband of your skirt, stroking. “We’re stuck here now. Might as well make the best of it.”
“And what’s that?” You slid your hands up his sides, feeling the solid shape of him through the shirt, the heat of him, before curling them in the sodden fabric and tugging him forward before he could answer. 
The thud of his brief case hitting the pavement was lost over the roar of the rain and he had you boxed you in, one forearm pressed into the brick next to your head as he used the other to cradle your jaw in a firm grip, tilting your head as he dipped down to press his lips to yours.
The kiss was feather light, in contrast to your urgent tugging, warm rain running across your lips as he met yours with quick, barely there presses, teasing. You could feel the flex of his chest under your palms, the solid weight of him, and you tugged more insistently, chasing his mouth.
He laughed (the bastard), his breath brushing hot across your lips. “I thought you wanted to head to the train?” he murmured against your mouth in between kisses.
You pulled back enough to glare at him and slid both hands into his wet hair in retaliation, gripping tight and pulling him back down to you to kiss him hard. You felt the rumble of his answering groan where his chest was pressed firm against yours as he fought you for control of the kiss, working his tongue against the seam of your lips until you parted them, gasping, and he licked into your mouth, swallowing the soft, needy sound that bubbled up unbidden.
The kiss was hot, like the press of the August heat, and burned pleasantly as you chased the last of the whiskey he drank earlier. Moaning, you curled your hands over his biceps to haul him closer, opening up to him. Water was dripping down his face from his hair in rivulets, pooling in his collarbone under his shirt. 
His hands skated down your sides to grasp your hips, your thighs. He scraped his teeth down your neck and you gasped, arching to press into his hold and chase that urgent electricity that raced down your spine to pool in your stomach. He took advantage, licking lightly at the rainwater that was pooling in your collar bone before applying lips and tongue to the thin skin at the base of your throat, working until he could feel the heat of your blood rushing to the surface, leaving a mark, dark and obvious against your skin. The pain of bursting vessels had you gasping, fingers digging into his biceps as you rolled your hips forward, heat flaring between your legs as he marked you up.
He groaned as you rolled your hips again, firm against his, the hard line of his cock obvious through his soaked pants. It was impossible to differentiate where the heat was coming from now, his whole body throwing it off in waves like a furnace. With an urgent noise, he hauled you closer, tugging your leg up and wide until the two of you slotted together perfectly. He rocked against you, grinding his cock along the line of your hip, and dipped his head further, ducking down so he could pull the open collar of your shirt aside with his teeth and lick at the curve of your breasts, chasing the rain as it traced a stream in the valley between. The water made them glisten, and he couldn’t help it, applying lips and teeth and tongue to every inch of soft flesh he could reach.
Both of you had forgotten the rain at this point. Nothing registered other than the press of your bodies together and the fervor you’re stoking between the two of you. You were so caught up in him, his mouth on your breasts, his cock hard against your hip, loving how every tug on his hair made him lose focus and rut against you. In retaliation, or maybe just blind need, Rafa slid his hand down your thigh and back up under your sodden skirt, fingers brushing against your soaked panties, groaning at the slick heat of you.
A sharp wolf-whistle cut through the sound of the rain and your lust, a group of teenagers running past on the sidewalk, their shouts and encouragement breaking the spell you had spun between the two of you. 
Rafa pulled back so fast, you almost fell over, his face flushing bright red as he cast around for the voyeurs. You reached up to cup his face, turning him back to you and grinned as he used the hand he had just had up your skirt to push his soaked hair back from his face.
“Maybe now it’s time we headed to the train,” he suggested, more than a little abashed.
You dropped a significant look at his crotch, the soaked fabric of his pants clinging to his cock and making his arousal painfully obvious. “I think you might get arrested for indecent exposure with that, counselor.”
He followed your gaze and huffed a laugh, cheeks bright red. He shifted from foot to foot and tried to pull his slacks away, but to no avail. Finally, he picked his briefcase up off the ground and held it in front of the issue, giving you a small, triumphant grin. He held out his other hand and squeezed when you laced your fingers together.
“Come on." You grinned at him through the rain. "Let’s get home and you can fuck me in the shower. I’ll even keep my clothes on to keep the fantasy alive.”
Rafa snorted and used your joint hands to pull you close so he could lean in and kiss you, quick and full of promise. 
“Ok, but I’m taking mine off. I’d like to at least keep the illusion that this suit can be saved.”
You rolled your eyes at him, but laughed at the serious look on his face. “Whatever you want, dear.”
103 notes · View notes
kj-1130 · 2 years
Text
𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨
𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
warnings: a lil spicy but fluff for the most part
𝐌𝐍𝐘 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Tumblr media
     Olivia pulls you closer by your thighs and you put your hands on her shoulders. She’s looking up at you from her spot on the bed and moves one of her fingers to tap her lips. You let out a chuckle and bend down to comply with her request. 
     The first kiss was gentle, you could feel some passion seeping in. That changed when Olivia squeezed the back of your thighs, causing you to gasp. She used that moment to swipe her tongue, deepening the kiss. 
      Her attempting to pull you into her lap brought you out of the trance. You let out a small moan and gently pushed her away.  
     “Let me get ready for bed,” you said breathlessly. 
     “But-“ 
     “No buts” you said, pressing one last kiss to her lips before heading to the bathroom. 
     The woman let out a sigh and watched you walk away with a smile on her face. It was the first night the two of you would be spending the night with each other and she was ecstatic.  Noah was currently being taken care of at Amanda’s house, something she would have to thank the detective immensely for. She scooted back to her spot, grabbing the book on her nightstand. 
     She had gotten through quite a few pages when she felt you crawl into bed. You pressed a kiss to her shoulder and trailed them up to her face, placing a last one her lips. It lingered, causing Olivia to sink into your embrace and blindly place her book down somewhere. 
     Eventually, you pulled away and smiled down at her. 
     “Hi,” you whispered. 
     “Hello,” the woman said back, just as gentle. She gazed at your body, stopping when she saw something peeking out of your shorts. “And what is that?”
     You followed her line of sight and let out a breathy chuckle when you saw what she was staring at. 
     “I forgot to tell you, I have tattoos.” 
     The brunette’s eyes widened in surprise and she sat up slightly. 
     “And you just weren’t gonna show me?” 
     You let out another chuckle before settling on the bed, lifting up the leg of your pants to show her. 
     “I got it right when I got to college, I think,” you said, as she traced the ink with a featherlight touch. “Do you wanna know another secret?” 
     The woman looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows. 
     “There’s more on my back,” you said sheepishly. “You can look at it if you want.” 
     Olivia wasted no time in gently pushing you onto your stomach and lifting your shirt up slightly, tracing the ink just as she did previously. 
     “Wow,” she said softly, taking in the art piece that covered your back. “Does it have any meaning?” 
     “Umm, not really,” you replied, head burrowed in the pillows. “I really just got it cause I had the money and thought the design was pretty. More impulse than anything.” 
     She sat there in silence, just trailing her fingers over your back. The quiet and peace was soothing, luring you to sleep as well as Olivia’s gentle touch. Just as you were about to completely drift off, you felt the woman move. Your eyes opened slightly and you watched her turn the lamp off before laying down next to you, her hand going right back to where it was. 
     “I think it’s hot,” she whispered suddenly. 
     You let out a sleepy chuckle, “Yeah? Well you can tell me about it in the morning.” 
     Olivia smiled at you, pressed a kiss to your forehead, and finally settled. 
     “Night, sweetheart.” 
     “Night, Liv”
247 notes · View notes
annoyedkayah2395 · 2 months
Text
Lonely (Law and Order)
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
A sad smile stretched Olivia's as she watched Peach with Quincy and Diedra. Then she glanced over and watched Carisi with Serafina and his sisters. That got her to thinking about her mom and her brother. How she was towards them before they died and how she cant get those moments back.
Sometimes she sit in her office thinking about them and how they would've bonded with Noah. Hell at times looking at Noah is like looking at Simon especially the eyes. She wished she hadn't left that voicemail. She wished she didn't think the worse about her little brother. She wished she didnt think the worse about her mother. Some days she would imagine Noah and her bonding over small stuff.
She misses her first son Calvin. The first boy who taught her the feeling of being a mother. She thought about him daily and wanted him to meet Noah so they can bond. She missed her niece and nephew. She needed to get in contact with Calvin's grandparents and with Simon's wife. Noah needed to know more of his family.
Feeling little hands on her face Olivia was jolted out of her daze and met with a smiling Sunshine. She smiled back hugging her and kissing her chubby cheeks who was babbling excitedly to her. Peach raised a brow at Olivia seeing how much shes been in a daze lately.
"Want to talk? You been in a daze these last few days."
Olivia sat Sunshine in her lap bouncing her a little giving a tiny smile.
"Im okay. Im watching you and Sonny with your moms and siblings and makes me miss mine."
Peach gave a sad smile wiping Sunshines mouth.
"You ever think about visiting their graves with Noah and Stabler?"
Olivia shook her head then used a hand to wipe her eyes tickling Sunshine who was smiling at her.
"I've thought about it but you know I have to realize that I wasnt the best daughter or sister. I thought the worse about Simon before he died and it eats me up."
"We all make mistakes even if we been a badass police officer for over 20 years. And its okay. You know you love them. You have to forgive yourself."
Olivia thought about what Peach said taking in the young woman's words then looked down at Sunshine who wss grinning at her. She knew what she had to do. She knew it was gonna be a long road but she had to do it.
AN: Sucks....
4 notes · View notes
garciasoracle · 1 year
Text
fanfic idea (Barson angst/fluff):
Barba becomes a law professor and he consults with Rollins to guest lecture with her, but she actually also invites Liv over for dinner at a restaurant and forces them to talk it out by not showing up :)
Rollins set them up with the help of Carisi of course
If this sounds like something you would read, let me know. I'm still working on the first chapter but not sure if it will be a one-shot or mini-chapter series.
40 notes · View notes
narcissuslecter · 2 months
Text
hey babes, it’s ur fave will graham smokes truther, internet menace, writer who for once may publish something!!
i kno most of u follow me for hannibal + criminal minds but i also have pledged my allegiance 2 law & order: SVU.
wrote chapter 1 of my angsty barisi fic and it is currently in the editing stage!! i will actually have work coming out soon!! cannot wait 2 share with u all.
be gay and see u next time <3
3 notes · View notes
Note
Hi , how are you? Can you please do prompt #70 with Joe Velasco from the angst prompt list . The reader doesn’t work for SVU .
A/N: Hi Nonny! This was a more challenging request than I expected it to be (but in a good way) but I hope it works in the end. Word Count: 1228 Rating: T - swearing; heavy description of injuries; canon-typical implications of sex, drugs, violence; 
You remembered exactly when you met Joe. It had been an ordinary Tuesday in your ordinary laundromat. Until suddenly it wasn't ordinary at all, dark eyes and charming smile crashing into you, gentle hands catching you by the shoulders to hold you steady. Your basket of freshly washed sheets tumbled to the grubby tiles and you found yourself oddly unbothered by it. 
Eventually you both broke out of your trance, startled apart when someone cleared their throat and pointedly reached past you for an empty basket. Joe offered to buy you lunch, you countered with the suggestion that he pay to rewash your laundry. (He did both.) And you found yourself swept up in a whirlwind romance. 
Some days were hard. His job as a detective meant he kept odd hours and came home weighted down by the things he had seen, things you could only try to understand. Sometimes the cases would be particularly bad, and he seemed to be trying to protect you from his world, from himself, no matter how much you wanted to be let in. And your job wasn’t easy either, leaving you stressed sometimes, overworked and tired, but you wondered if there was a tiny part of him that resented you for the fact that you were free and sheltered from the darkest parts of the world.
But you loved each other. You knew that Joe would do anything for you, and you reciprocated, always trying to be, if nothing else, a safe port in a storm. And you tried to tell yourself that was enough. 
~
It was another night up late on the couch alone, clutching your phone in the desperate hope that Joe would be able to slip away from his cover-life and call, or even send a text. He had been gone for a while, and you missed him. 
Your eyes burned with exhaustion and the clock read just after two when the rattle of the front door knob sent a cold shock of adrenaline through you. You sat bolt upright, mind racing for possible weapons you could get to fast enough. There was a muffled thump, as if the person on the other side dropped an item that was soft but heavy and the sound was followed by muttered swears in a language you didn't speak but were as familiar with as the sound of your own name. Your heart leapt, half convinced you were in the delusion of a waking dream. 
You were ready to throw yourself into your boyfriend's arms as soon as he crossed the threshold, but the state of him made you stop short. A series of white butterfly sutures stood stark against his tan skin above one eye. His cheek was puffy, only drawing more attention to the haggard sunkenness of his eyes. As you stared, his tongue ran across his lower lip in an attempt to swipe away the blood slowly dewing there from a series of cracks in the skin. The sight of you still awake and waiting for him despite the hour drew a deep sigh, a mixed sound of weariness and guilt that quickly became a wince as it shook his left arm that sat pinned across his chest in a sling.
“Hey sweetheart,” he said, offering you a tired smile. “What are you doing up so late?”
You felt the wall around your heart grow more solid, no longer able to keep fighting its stony embrace. 
“What am I doing up?” You scoffed. “You're joking right? You've been gone for almost two months. I haven't heard from you in weeks! And you come in with a casual 'hey sweetheart' like it's nothing?”
“I–”
“I've been up waiting every goddamn night, Joe, for any kind of news. Anything at all. I can't remember the last time I got a good night's sleep, because of how worried I've been." You ran a frustrated hand through your hair and sighed. "You couldn't have at least texted and told me you were coming?”
“Jeez, I'm really feeling the love. I've been gone and the first thing you do is yell at me? If I didn't know better I'd think you didn't want me home.” He forced his tone to stay light, to feel like a joke. But you knew him too well for his little tricks to work on you, and you could read the tension, edged in anger, thrumming through every part of him.
“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” you laughed incredulously. “Fuck Joe, I’m this upset because of how much I love you.” 
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? That makes no sense.” 
“Because you don’t want it to. Look at you. You look like hell. You came home in bandages, not for the first time. And I…I can’t deal with the possibility that it could be in a hospital bed or a body bag next time. Or that you’re just going to disappear and I’m never going to know what happened.”
You felt the tears welling in your eyes and turned away from him, hugging yourself to try and fight it back. Now that you had started, you couldn’t hold back the feelings anymore. But you knew that looking at him, probably giving you those sad puppy dog eyes he was so good at, would break you worse. 
“And where would that leave me? Alone, and in love with someone who wasn’t here and…not even your widow because you’ve never asked and I never had the balls to either and knowing us we’d never make it down the aisle anyway. And even if we did, what good would that do? A title that gives me permission to mourn longer, and a box of your stuff that would just taunt me from the corner because I’ll never go through it?”
You felt his good hand on your shoulder, and the heat of his body against your back, and it took all of your strength not to lean back into him. 
“Sweetheart, slow down,” he asked, voice soft and low and warm against your ear.
You could feel all of the rage that had been driving you and holding you up start to leach away. 
“I'm not asking you to stop being a cop…” you protested weakly even though he hadn't even suggested such a thing. “I know how much this job means to you.”
“I know,” you could almost hear his heart breaking in those two words.
“But…I'm not sure there's room for me too in that.” You turned to face him, even though you knew the sight of him might shake your resolve. 
“Come on sweetheart, don't…” he hesitated and the moment felt like it stretched into a pained eternity. “Don't say that.”
“Joe. We have to face reality someday.”
“Does it have to be tonight?” He pleaded. There were tears in his eyes, but that didn't bring the same to yours, which told you everything you needed to know.
“I'm not cut out for this, and it's not fair to either of us to keep pretending I am.”
“Tomorrow? Please, I promise we'll talk about this tomorrow and figure something out?”
You sighed, nodding. One more night in his arms was worth the pain the lie caused you as you told yourself it might work out. “Ok. Tomorrow.”
29 notes · View notes
altsvu · 2 months
Note
Hi lovely! If you're still taking prompt requests, “Should I slow down?” and/or “No need to rush—we have all night.” with everyone's favorite cannoli Carisi 😍
too fast… or not fast enough
pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader
prompts used: “Should I slow down? and “No need to rush— we have all night” from the inexperienced smut prompts!
wc: 360
summary: relieving stress with sonny is something you enjoyed, fast or slow.
cw: smut (oral - fem receiving, p in v)
a/n: thank you anon!! this was TOO fun to write considering i don’t really write smut in this context (if that makes sense lol). i didn’t forget about your request, i just got busy with school! also lowkey my summary is trash
law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!
✯✯✯✯
“Sonny, you’re so irresistible.”
“Good, that’s how I want to be.”
That night had been one of many times you were intimate with Sonny.
It was like an escape from reality; he was stressed, you were stressed… what better way to release that stress right?
One night when the two of you were relieving stress, Sonny wanted to switch things up just a little bit, but he was having a little too much fun. He was going in on your cunt with his lips and you didn’t want him to stop. He looked up at you to watch how you were taking his mouth.
“Should I slow down?” Sonny asked.
“You’re going at the right pace, honey.” you moaned out.
“Good to know.” He smiled and continued devouring every inch of you.
A few nights later, the two of you just so happened to relieve stress once again. Only this time was different.
Sonny seemed to be more agitated than normal when he came home from work, so you had figured it was just a bad day. Over dinner, he told you why he was agitated and also stated that you were the only person that could help him get over it.
You knew exactly what that meant.
Because Sonny was in this state of agitation, he was fast and rough with you. Not that you didn’t like it, you were just feeling a more sensual night with him.
He took off your clothes in damn near one swift motion, laid you on your back, and pounded into you like there was no tomorrow.
“No need to rush— we have all night.” You stifled in between moans.
Sonny stopped and the two of you shared a moment together.
“Remember, you also mentioned you were off tomorrow. Let’s take our time, go slow, feel each other. Do you want to do that instead?” You added.
“You’re right baby, let’s do that. I’m sorry for being rough, I-“
You placed a finger on his lips, then ran a hand all over his bare body.
“A bad day happens, it’s okay. Just know I’m here to relieve any of those… feelings you have.”
✯✯✯✯
taglist: @storiesofsvu @averyhotchner @ssaic-jareau @blackbeautifulqueen @detective-giggles @lapaquerette @itsjustmyfantasyroom @happyt0exist
64 notes · View notes
littleoddwriter · 2 years
Note
can you pleaaaase pretty pretty please write for rafael? one where he’s dancing with you in his office and Olivia barges in? Make reader thank you!
Just One Dance | Rafael Barba x Male!Reader
Hi there! Sorry it took me a while, but also- this request came in when I had officially closed them, so I was debating for a long time if I should even write it; but here I am anyway. Hope you like it! <3
summary; See above.
notes; Male!Reader; Fluff; Dancing; Coming Out; Short Fic.
Every Friday evening, you would come by Rafael’s office and wait there until he could leave with you. It had become a routine ever since you’ve done that the first time when he had had to work much later than expected and would have cancelled your date that night. Instead you had chosen to visit him at his office and stayed, turning that into your date. 
Now, you sat there on his couch like you always did, doodling on the notepad he gave to you, while he focused on the case files in front of him. Softly, music played in the background. A mix of 1950s and ‘60s love songs. 
Those kinds of songs always made you want to grab Rafael and dance with him, enjoying each other’s company and letting the music guide your movements.
You didn’t necessarily want to disturb him, though. 
But the more time passed, the more restless you became. 
“Y/N, I can feel you vibrate in your seat. What is it?” Rafael asked after a while, not even looking up from his desk. 
“I wanna dance with you,” you told him honestly, as a grin spread across your lips. 
“Right now? Right here?” he inquired, finally looking at you with an eyebrow raised.
Nodding, you clasped your hands together, “Please?”
For a few seconds, Rafael looked between his work and you, then rolled his eyes and got up.
“Fine. But just one dance,” he said, raising his index finger for emphasis.
“I won’t ask for more,” you told him, getting up from the couch as well. 
In the middle of his office, you came together. He put an arm around your waist and held onto your hand with the other. You mirrored him. And then you started to sway along to the music, dancing slowly. 
A gentle smile graced your lips, as you looked at Rafael. His own smile made your heart melt. His eyes shone. The love he felt for you was palpable to you. 
Softly, Rafael sang along to the current song, Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley. It was kind of your song. It played a lot at home and you two always danced to it just like this, then. 
Putting your head on Rafael’s shoulder, you listened to him sing, as you two just kept swaying and moving along to it.
“I love you,” you whispered, once the song finished.
Rafael chuckled softly, “I love you, too.”
“Rafa! Sorry to come by so late, but-”
Startled, the two of you let go of each other like you had both been burned when Olivia suddenly came into the office. 
She seemed just as shocked as you were.
Rafael wasn’t out to anybody at work, not even Olivia, who he was so close to. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not at all. 
“Liv! Um, what do you need?” Rafe asked, fixing his clothes slightly; although there wasn’t anything to fix, you thought. 
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said, ignoring his question. 
You still stood there in the middle of Rafael’s office. You felt incredibly exposed. 
“You didn’t,” Rafael quickly responded. It kind of hurt, but you understood why he said it. 
Liv smiled at you, then, “I’m Olivia Benson. I work with Rafael.”
Nodding, you shook her outstretched hand, “Yeah, I know. He’s told me about you. Uh- I’m Y/N. Rafael’s, um-”
“Boyfriend. He’s my boyfriend,” Rafe interrupted you, surprising you. You had been trying to come up with a plausible lie to cover for him, but apparently he didn’t want that after all. You couldn’t help but smile. 
“I figured. I’m happy for you two,” she said kindly and then faced Rafael. “Now, about why I’m here. We found a lead and need a warrant now. I thought we should go over it together first, though, considering how important it is that we don’t mess this up. I’m sure it can wait a little longer, though.”
Rafe shook his head with a fond smile, “You’re already here. Let’s get it over with so we can both sleep more soundly tonight.”
Then, Rafael turned to you, while Olivia sat down on the couch where you’d just been sitting not too long ago.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. You’d better head home already,” he told you gently, wrapping his arms around your waist.
Putting your hands on his chest, you sighed, “Yeah, I know. It’s okay, Rafe. I know how important this is, so don’t worry. Just get home to me before midnight if you can, hm?”
“I’ll do my best, I promise.”
“See you later, babe,” you said, kissing his cheek.
He turned his head and kissed your lips. Once again that evening, he surprised you. It spoke volumes about how much he trusted Olivia.
“Text me when you’re home,” he told you before you left, after you also said good night to Liv.
72 notes · View notes
adarafaelbarba · 1 year
Text
Cooking Disaster
Tumblr media
When you suggested doing the Christmas baking with Mike, you didn’t picture the whole kitchen looking like a war zone, yet here you were.
Your apron was covered in flour and other powdered condiments, chocolate spots here and there, but the biggest smile on both your faces.
«You look so cute right now, cariño!» He exclaimed, leaning in to kiss you.
«I can’t help it, I’m adorable!» Was your response, holding him to you.
He couldn’t deny it, One of the first things he’d ever told you when you met was «Fuck, you’re absolutely adorable!» And now, as he was stood there, with you in his arms, he couldn’t help but nodding in agreement to your statement.
«We should probably clean up though, before your kids come back», you suggested, looking around at the mess.
Mike made a sound you could only describe as Do I really have to and you couldn’t help but laugh at him.
«Come on Miguel, they’ll be here in thirty. Let’s clean up and then I’ll get dinner started.»
He sulked for a bit, then when you weren’t really paying attention, trying to get out of his arms, he pulled you back in for a heated kiss.
«Cleaning first—»
«But then we won’t have time for anything else—»
«Maybe tonight, if you’re good.»
The growl coming from deep in his throat was almost enough to give him what he wanted—almost.
«Behave Miguel, and I might give you just what you want tonight.»
«You’ll pay for this!»
~~~
Tagging:
@thatesqcrush @storiesofsvu @plaidbooks @beccabarba @itsjustmyfantasyroom @detective-giggles @bidisasterforben @misscharlielulu @cycat4077 @alwaysachorusgirl @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @bisexual-dreamer02 @xoxabs88xox @beatrice-san @meetmeatyourworst @bullet-prooflove
24 notes · View notes
multifandommilfs · 2 months
Text
Days and Weeks
Pairing: Olivia Benson x reader
Wc: 1040
Y/n is a teacher/prof, Janice is your colleague. S13 E5 spoilers. Fluff
–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Tumblr media
–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
"So both of them confessed to the murder! Almost simultaneously even. I mean what were they thinking? Because if we hadn't dug up their baby's body, we could've charged them BOTH with murder by all means." She paced around your frame as you did your skincare by the sink. Her hands were gesticulating all over the place as she ranted about a recently closed case.
 
"But there's no evidence of trauma in the M.E.'s, wouldn't the case be baseless then?" You indulged yourself in one of her rare rambles, careful not to get all the soap past your lips as you washed the product off. It was understandable that with so much secret-keeping from the media, she had to get it out of the system one way or another. You'd rather hear it out than let anyone else take up that part.
 
With a direct view of her reflection behind you in the mirror, you saw as a frown creased its way between her brows. "It's not just baseless, it's a complete lost cause! Any first-year lawyer could've gotten them off without so much as an objection! And can you imagine what she wanted to charge them with?!" She appeared with hands akimbo beside you when she heard your brushing, knowing you couldn't speak.
 
Mint filling up the crevices of your mouth now, you cocked your chin up in reply to her rhetoric. "Manslaughter in the goddamn second degree." She deadpanned and a surprised noise came up from the back of your throat as you whipped to her, expressing, 'Are you serious?'
 
She widened her eyes for a split second which conveyed, 'Yeah, that was what I thought too.'
 
"Verdict?" You asked after finishing up, moving from the bathroom to bedroom. Olivia followed behind.
 
"A.D.A. wishes she got one, turns out the baby died of SIDS—sudden infant death syndrome. M.E. said it's not uncommon."
 
"What? And you just released them?" You made a split-second decision to not strip due to the chilly autumn night, getting under the covers as Olivia flicked off the lights.
 
"We had to, there weren't any charges to go on. Even though I wish there was a 'sending officers on a wild goose chase' charge."
 
You sputtered with laughter. "Yeah? I bet that'll be just as memorable. But you gotta give it to 'em, you don't see that kind of dedication nowadays." You adjusted yourself to maximum comfort, sleep already invading your senses after the long day.
 
She hummed, slipping under the covers. "Grief comes in many forms, but getting yourself into custody? And on Halloween? That's something I haven't seen before." She grumbled, draping half of her body atop of yours as you shuffled closer to her, a telltale sign that you wanted to hit the sack in about five minutes.
 
"We haven't talked about your week sweetheart." She lowered her voice so that it was just above a whisper, her breath fanning at your jaw, her hand enclosed around the far side of your waist.
 
"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, Liv." Your words came out in a quiet murmur.
 
However when Thursday morning rolled around, it wasn't your alarm that awakened the both of you but the blaring rays of ultraviolet.
 
The peace scattered as you clambered out of bed. "I'll shower at work!" You said as you threw on an outfit, letting Olivia hog the shower. Her on-the-run job knew no bounds when it came to physical exertion while your job required minimal to none.
 
It seemed as if she took a one-second shower because she was hollering for you (or her clothes) the second you tossed two pieces of white bread into the toaster. And so you were rushing back into the bedroom, your ears victim to her colourful choice of words. “Something black!”
 
"Liv, that’s like your entire wardrobe.” You drawled loud enough for her to hear.
 
“Crew neck!”
"Long-sleeved or short?”
 
“It’s autumn Y/n!” Her words made you laugh as you unhung her shirt and picked out the rest.
 
You shoved her outfit into her arms by the entrance of the bathroom. “If it’s any redeeming I didn’t have a problem with the lingerie.” She spluttered, laughter pealing throughout the room. “I’ll redeem you when you tell me about your day!”
The toasts leapt with a satisfying ‘ching’ as Olivia hurried into the kitchen wafting with freshness. “The school surprised the students with a pop quiz the other day." You rushed out as you buttered the crispy golden-brown surface. “And?” She took the coffee from the machine and dunked it into a glass before heaving back a mouthful, stretching it out to you next with a straw in place which you took.
 
“Mh, so the thing is, I never knew things actually pop during pop quizzes. You shoved a piece of toast into her mouth and wolfed down what you could while dishes clanked into the sink.
 
“Janice popped half an hour into the test.”
 
“What?! Janice? I thought she was 6 months along!” Olivia spun to your busy frame, a hand over her mouth as she half choked in laughter.
 
 
“Time flies babe, she popped during the pop quiz.” Your look of cheekiness did nothing to quell her chortle even as she ran around the apartment gathering case files, her coat and yours while you scrubbed the dishes as fast as possible.
 
“So that was what you were holding back from me?”
 
“Hold back? Please, I could never." You slipped on your heels as she did hers, the both of you finally meeting at the front door. She did the watch strap on your wrist with practiced ease as you brushed her stray hair from all the morning chaos into place before snatching her in for a soft kiss.
 
“You better pray Cragen’s in a good mood, you’re thirty minutes late.”
 
“Says you, you’d be an hour late with all the traffic.”
You raised your hands in surrender as you filtered out the front door and soon, the apartment building. You were parted halfway to your respective cars before you heard her yell, “I’ll see you tonight!"
 
You blew her an air kiss in response, already knowing your Thursday night would be the highlight of the week.
101 notes · View notes
Text
Baby Fever
Tumblr media
Pippa Cox x fem!reader
Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy, lol more fluff
"I want to have many babies with you," Pippa whispered kissing your cheek. Giggling you couldn't help the swell in your chest at her words before turning to her. There was a dreamy look in her blue eyes as she looked on at you, then a sadness cast over her. You placed your hand on her cheek, brushing your thumb across her soft skin. 
"Hey, what's that?" You pouted before leaning in for a quick kiss and watching her. 
"Nothing." Pippa looked down at your body laying atop her own. The feelings of the past still lingered in her most happy moments. "I always wanted more children, but...he thought it was a terrible idea. Thought I was irresponsible for wanting to have more than two kids in New York. I had to fight for Lia." Pippa sighed, finally looking up to you, her eyes ghosting with tears. "So, having you and you wanting to grow a family with me...it makes me feel so lucky to have you." You smiled at her, always happy that it seemed your life together was something she long wanted. You often feared you were forcing her into things like kids or marriage because you hadn't experienced them in the same way she had. You didn't know how many of those big life things she wanted to do again. Though Pippa, was honest with you and always assured you she wanted the same thing you wanted, you just never knew. 
So that's how the journey to baby three started. For months you and Pippa went back and forth on who would carry the baby--something that was never a thing before for her and she found it amusing. Pippa's argument, ever the good lawyer, was that she had already carried two and knew what to expect and you wouldn't have to go through any of the pain or discomfort. Still, you told Pippa over and over you wanted to experience what it was like to be a watermelon for nine months. She laughed at that before giving your nose a kiss. But it wasn't until one night you both were in bed, that you told her with the biggest puppy eyes you could give.
"I want to have your baby. I have done so much for you, please let me have this one thing. You can have our next baby." Pippa laughed, absolutely melting at your pout and stare. 
"Ok, okay," Pippa said before kissing you and settling into the arm you had wrapped around her waist. 
***
Getting pregnant surprisingly happened fast, though you were sure it would be another year, it was only 4 months. When you started feeling sick it was Pippa who first noticed, her eyes wide as you told her you felt nauseous again before work. She quickly got the pregnancy test, she was going to surprise you with and shoved one in your hand. You rolled your eyes, telling her that there was no way the eggs could have taken so quickly, but you'd take the test anyway. So you did. As you peed on the stick you could see Pippa pacing in front of the bathroom door and you couldn't help but giggle at how nervous she was. When you open the door all the color left her face, as you could see she was on the edge of tears. 
"So?" Pippa whispered and you smiled back brightly. She flew into you, picking you up as you wrapped your legs around her. Pippa kept whispering and kissing 'i love you's until you felt her tears soaking you both. You leaned back running your fingers across her cheeks, wiping her tears away. 
***
Despite begging Pippa for the honor to carry the baby, you had no idea what being pregnant was going to be like. Your first trimester was difficult, most days you felt like crap, barely able to eat, nausea plaguing your morning, and just generally tired. Pippa was the perfect partner always there to hold your hair and put a cold washcloth as you leaned over the toilet most mornings. When you were able to go into the office, she would stop by with soup and crackers. She would stay with you and make sure you got down your food, along with starting to talk to the baby. You laughed, your belly not much bigger than it normally was, but week by week you started to show more. It was nothing to wake up in the afternoon once Pippa got home and find her with her cheek pressed to the side of your belly. You grumbled this was the most she'd ever touch you to which she gave a mock gasp, telling you to keep it PG in front of the baby. You rolled your eyes laughing. As the months went on she only got more handsy with you. Pippa was always one to touch you, her love language for sure touch--but now she would look for any excuse to put her hand on your belly, or place a gentle hand on your back, or rub your feet knowing they were hurting more than usual. Pippa knew what it was like and she used every bit of knowledge to make your first pregnancy that much better. 
It wasn't just you two excited about the baby. When you told Jordan and Lia they were both excited, right away voicing they wanted a girl. Pippa laughed telling them you wouldn't know until the baby was born what they were.  Still, the kids were just as gentle as their mother. You were normally the one who would rough house with them, but they became extra careful with you, more often than not, holding onto your side when you went out. Jordan became like a little bodyguard you joked ruffling his brown locks. The kids would lay on the ground with you, showing the baby their favorite toys, or you would all read a book as a family. It melted your heart when at the end of the night they kissed your belly, telling the baby they would see them soon. You all got attached to the little bean growing inside you and couldn't wait to have them in the world. 
32 notes · View notes