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rayofninetynine · 5 months
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the evolution of elliot and olivia's relationship through the years (1999 – ∞)
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resteasykaryn · 7 months
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❝ Is that a flower in your cup? ❞ ❝ It's tea. ❞
LAW AND ORDER: SVU
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kwebtv · 4 months
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Andre Keith Braugher (/ˈbraʊ.ər/; July 1, 1962 – December 11, 2023) Stage, film and television actor best known for his roles as Detective Frank Pembleton in the NBC police drama series Homicide: Life on the Street (1993–1999) and Captain Raymond Holt in the Fox/NBC police sitcom Brooklyn Nine-Nine (2013–2021). Over his career, Braugher received two Primetime Emmy Awards, as well as two Golden Globe Award nominations.
Braugher started his career acting in numerous productions in The Public Theatre's Shakespeare in the Park. He transitioned his career into television gaining roles in Kojak (1989–1990), The Court-Martial of Jackie Robinson (1990), and The Tuskegee Airmen (1995), followed by leading roles in the ABC medical series Gideon's Crossing (2000–2001), the CBS crime series Hack (2002–2004) and the TNT comedy series Men of a Certain Age (2009–2011). He  also appeared in numerous series such as Thief, The Good Fight, House, New Girl and BoJack Horseman.
In 2006, Braugher starred as Nick Atwater in the mini-series Thief for FX Networks, winning a second Emmy for his performance. He appeared on the TV series House, M.D. as Dr. Darryl Nolan, a psychiatrist who helps House recover from his addiction to Vicodin.
Braugher had a recurring role as defense attorney Bayard Ellis on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit from 2011–2015, and starred as the lead character, Capt. Marcus Chaplin, in ABC's 2012 military drama TV series Last Resort. In 2017, Braugher had a recurring role in season 4 of the Netflix animated series BoJack Horseman as California Gov. Woodchuck Coodchuck-Berkowitz. From 2013–2021, he starred in the Golden Globe-winning TV series Brooklyn Nine-Nine as the precinct captain, Raymond Holt. For his performance in Brooklyn Nine-Nine, he was nominated for four Primetime Emmy Awards for Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Comedy Series. (Wikipedia)
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mindibindi · 2 months
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bullet-prooflove · 3 months
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#32 I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine with Terry Bruno? :)
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You’re unresponsive, Terry hears the call goes up over the radio while he sits in his car waiting trying to put the lid back on his coffee cup.
That means three things medically.
You’re either unconscious, dying or dead. He hopes that it’s the first one.
He gets to the scene just as they’re deploying the third batch of Narcan. He sees Davies stab the injector into your thigh and he prays to a God he hasn’t believed in since Catholic school that this time it works.
He sees the moment it takes effect; it isn’t as dramatic as in the movies. There’s no giant intake of breath, you don’t bolt upright, instead you start to breathe, your chest moving in slow, measured motions as your eyes flutter open. He’s by your side in an instant, his hand slipping into yours as he leans in close, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.
He doesn’t know long you were unresponsive for, only that it felt like a lifetime.
“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.” He requests as your eyes meet his. He sees the flash of recognition in the midst of the disorientation and there’s a relief because anything less means there’s deficits from the oxygen deprivation. “Come on pretty girl, squeeze my hand for me.”
Your fingers flex in his, it’s the tiniest exertion of pressure but it’s there. Your lips move and he leans in close, straining to hear the rasp of your voice.
“Say it again.” You whisper.
It takes him a second to understand what you mean.
“Pretty girl.” He murmurs, when you squeeze his hand again. “Thank you for coming back to me.”
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peauxheaux · 10 months
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When I tell you this scene solidified my love for this man
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You Feel Like Home
Pairing: Joe Velasco x female!reader
Category: Fluff/Angst
Word count: 1,144
Summary: When a case hits a little to close to home, Joe is there for you and to make sure you feel safe.
Warnings: alluding to assault but no details are given
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This case had taken its toll on you, hitting a little too close to home. You sympathized and understood what this poor woman had been through more than you wanted to admit. The brutality of that night played on loop every night. It’s why you’re always on guard, why you had panic attacks, why you haven’t let Joe stay the night, and why you never stayed at his place either. You didn’t want to burden him with your trauma, your nightmares, or being woken up by your screams. You didn’t want him to see you like that.
You did your best to keep your emotions in check but there were times you slipped up, your emotions getting the better of you.
You had been in the interrogation room with Fin when your outburst happened. With one concerned look from Fin, you quickly realized what happened. You had shouted at the suspect for answers — answers to why he did that to you. You excused yourself and raced to the bathroom to recuperate. Unbeknownst to you, Joe and Olivia were watching through the one way glass. The pair shared a concern look before Joe volunteered to go check on you.
You quickly slipped in the door and over to the mirror above the sink. You wiped your eyes with some paper towels from the dispenser and looked yourself over in the mirror. You were a mess. Red, puffy eyes, a runny nose, shaky breaths and your hands had a slight tremble to them.
Mere seconds later the restroom door opened and shut. You didn’t even hear it, too focused on calming yourself down and making yourself look presentable again.
Joe stayed by the door, taking your reflection and watching as you splashed water on your face. Seeing you like this broke his heart. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms but he knew that wasn’t the right thing for you at the moment. He didn’t know what caused your outburst in the interrogation room but your words played on loop in his head ever since you shouted them — “Why did you do this to me?!”
Joe could tell that whatever happened to you must have been similar to the victim of this case. He didn’t want to sneak up on you and scare you, make you think that you weren’t safe. It was this moment that Joe silently vowed to always protect you, to always keep you safe, and to always be there for you whenever you need him. He always cared for you and these feelings you shared for one another were as real and genuine as he had ever felt. It scared him most days but you always knew how to make him feel safe and at peace. He wanted to be that for you too.
With soft, slow steps, Joe made his way over to you. “Can I help?” He softly spoke, gesturing to the damp paper towel in your hand. He stopped to stand beside you but giving you enough space you didn’t feel crowded.
Joe’s voice grabbed your attention. Turning to look at him, you saw his gesture to the paper towel. You hesitated, pondering over if this was a good idea. Those awful flashbacks still banged around in your head, some so vivid you almost couldn’t distinguish between a flashback and reality. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes in the process and exhaled slowly, opening your eyes. Finally you nodded and wordlessly passed Joe the paper towel. You weren’t sure if you could trust your voice just yet.
Joe gingerly patted your cheeks and under your eyes. He wanted to speak, to tell you whatever happened is over, that he won’t let it happen again but he chose to save those words for later. His top priority was helping you gather yourself, helping you get through this and providing you with a sense of tranquility and safety. He watched your reaction as he cautiously touched your cheek with damp paper towel. He noted how you tried not to shrink away from him. “Did I ever tell you about the time I saw you? The way I felt?” He asked, trying to help you get your mind off things.
You slowly brought your eyes up to his, shaking your head. Once your eyes met his, you felt a wave a comfort and security flow through your body. “Wh-what did you feel?” You whispered genuinely curious.
Joe smiled that radiant smile of his. You always thought it outshined the sun. Joe stopped dabbing your eyes and really looked you over. He knew you probably thought you were a mess but he thought you were beautiful, radiant even. He always had and always would. “I thought you were stunning. So confident. I didn’t know what it was at the time but I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I had a hard time focusing on anything other than you. Now I know that it’s your vibe, your energy, your personality. I saw that passion and determination that drove you to become the most dedicated person I have ever met. It was right then I wanted to know you, really know you. What made you happy, angry, sad, your passions — everything you would tell me.” By this point, your eyes were watering and Joe’s hands were softly resting on your cheeks. The pads of his thumbs gingerly wiped away the fallen tears.
You were overwhelmed by Joe’s genuine words and his eyes had this love and warmth and admiration in them. You brought your hands up to rest on his wrists, your thumbs rubbing over the back of his hands. Joe always knew how to make you feel better, how to make you smile. “You feel like home to me.” You confessed. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You had to tell him.
Joe leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. “That’s all I want.” He felt your arms snake around his sides, pulling him closer to you. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Joe didn’t care if this sweet moment was taking place in the women’s restroom at the precinct, he just wanted to take care of you and he couldn’t care less about where you were.
You decided in that moment that you were going to tell Joe exactly what happened to you from years past. You knew it would be painful and difficult to do so but you trusted your man with your whole heart, soul, and body — with your life. You wanted him to know, if he could tell you about his past then you could tell him about yours. You stood by him and held him as he shared the deepest, rawest parts of himself and there was no doubt in your mind that he would do the same for you.
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thiashazzywriting · 2 months
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Law & Order Special Victims Unit: S25E01 'Tunnel Blind'
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its-just-me-chey · 1 year
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Rafael, Olivia, and Noah would make the cutest little family and I stand by that. Barson for life cause they’re just so perfect for each other 😭😭💙💙
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OVERHATED CHARACTERS POLL: Dominick "Sonny" Carisi, Jr. (Law and Order: Special Victims Unit)
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Mod note: Sonny is one of the biggest character turnarounds for me--I couldn't stand him at first, but now he's one of my favorites. I think I was predisposed to dislike him at first because he came in so soon after Munch left. Once I got over that, he won me over.
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bloodyinkwell · 11 months
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Loving Your Lonely: Olivia Benson x GN!Reader
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Song Inspo: Let Me Love the Lonely by James Arthur
Prompt: "Are you okay?" & "Wanna come for a drive?"
After a long day at work, the only thing you wanted to do was go home to your girlfriend and just lay in bed. It was just after 9 pm when you got home. Your girlfriend is usually home by now and if she was running late or staying at the precinct overnight, she usually called or texted you.
The apartment was eerily quiet. “Olivia? Livy?” you called out, looking in the bedroom for her first.
Silence was the only reply. Searching the bedroom, you found her phone on the nightstand, her car keys and purse on the bed and her jacket on the bedpost. Looking around the room, you noticed the bathroom door was closed. You walked closer, listening for any sign she was in there. Pressing your ear to the door, all you heard was the shower running and soft sniffles.
You knocked lightly, “Livy are you okay?” you say opening the door slowly. Once you opened the door fully, your heart broke. Olivia was just sitting in the tub as water rained down on her crying form, her clothes in a forgotten pile in the corner.
Without thinking, you rush forward. You get in, not caring that you were getting soaked, and sat right behind her. Reaching forward, you shut the water off and wrap your arms around her shivering form.
“Are you okay, baby?” you ask her softly while hugging her tightly.
You lean back, your back meeting the far end of the tub, pulling her with you. She turns her body so that she’s more comfortable, her face pressing into your chest. She doesn’t say a word, and you don’t want to push her. You just sit in the tub, her shivering, naked body gripping you as if you were going to disappear.
“What can I do for you, love?” you ask, looking down at her.
She looks up at you for the first time, and you see nothing but her bloodshot and puffy eyes from crying, and your heart breaks even more.
“Nothing,” she whispers back. “Just hold me,” she says, on the verge of tears again. You kiss her forehead and pull her impossibly closer.
As you lay in the tub, her head on your chest listening to your heartbeat, you wonder how long she’s been needing this. How long had she needed time to let go of all the emotions and feelings and thoughts she’s been carrying around. You understand how straining her job can be emotionally, and you know how lucky you are to be trusted to see this side of her. To see the strongest woman you’ve ever had the privilege of knowing break down in tears and to see her walls crumble, and the dams break to see the fragile and fractured woman that no one sees. And that woman is beautiful, and you feel so lucky to be hers. But when that fragile and fractured woman you love picks herself up and allows you to help her in any way you can, you love her even more. You know what it is to have seen a miracle of God for you to hold her in your arms.
You look at the time on your watch, you’ve been there for more than an hour. It’s 10:15, and you think it’s time you get out of the bathroom. You look down to see Olivia fast asleep. Although it pains you to wake her, you’re both going to get sick if you don't move.
You shake her gently and watch as her eyes flutter open. “Babe, we’re gonna get sick if we don’t go get dressed,” you say softly. She whines and lets out a small whimper but gets up nonetheless.
Stepping out of the tub, she wraps a towel around her torso before offering a hand to help you up. She pulls you up and looks at you with sad, shy eyes. “Sorry about your clothes,” she apologizes, taking in your soaked form.
“These old rags… babe don't worry about,” you say trying to get her to smile. You see the tiniest hint of smile on her face, and you just hug her again, celebrating the small victory. “Come on. Let’s get some dry clothes on.”
You pulled her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. You sit her on the bed while you rummage through your shared closet, looking for something for both of you to change into. You toss her one of your old university tees and a pair of pajama pants and start to change into something dry. After getting changed, you look to see Olivia still sitting on the bed in a towel.
“Come on love, get dressed,” you say walking towards her. She just looks up at you, feeling helpless and small, and you just lean down and kiss her softly.
She sighs and squeezes your hands before getting up and getting dressed. You walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You grab a glass and pour some water in it and then grab a couple aspirin for Olivia. You head back to the bedroom and find Olivia on the bed dressed and leaning against the headboard. You hand her the water and pills, and she shoots you a grateful look. She sets the half-full glass on the nightstand.
“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to,” you say, holding your hand out for her to hold, “but I’m always here to listen if you do want to talk.” She squeezes your hand and gives me a small smile.
You sit like that for a bit before you start telling her about your day. You know she likes hearing you talk, so you tell her about your latest project for work and the not-so scandalous but funny in a sitcom way antics of some of your coworkers.
“Wanna go for a drive?” you ask cutting yourself off mid-sentence as the idea pops into your head.
Without waiting for an answer, you pull her up and tell her to put some shoes on and grab a jacket while you do the same thing. Once you’re both ready, you take her hand and your car keys, and you lead her to your car downstairs. You open the door for her and get into the driver’s seat. Once we’re both situated, you put in the mixtape you made of your favorite songs and just start driving.
There was no destination in mind, but you thought a nice long drive would help to cheer your girl up. You drove around the city for hours. The first few minutes of silence was broken when Olivia started singing along to the song playing from the radio, and you joined in shortly after. The rest of the drive was spent talking about everything and nothing, telling stupid jokes, laughing and reminiscing. After a bit you stopped for food at a quaint diner towards the edge of the city. You spent almost two hours at the 24 hour diner, just chatting and being. You were out all night like teenagers in love. By the time you got home, Olivia had to start getting ready for work.
“Thank you,” she says as she changes into some fresh work clothes.
“For what?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe, just watching and admiring.
“For everything. For being, you. For loving me and my mess.”
“I love you and your mess, and I wouldn’t want it any other way,” you say as she finishes getting ready, collecting her necessary things.
There’s a comfortable silence that follows as you walk her to the front door. She turns to you once more, “I love you.” She leans in and kisses you before she goes.
This kiss was soft and powerful. It was full of everything words could not help us say. We pulled away breathless with eyes bright and cheeks flushed. You give her one last peck before she leaves for the day.
“Call me on your lunch!!” you shout after her, she gives you one last smile before closing the door.
You sigh happily as you walk into the kitchen to make coffee. You smile as you think about the events of last night and about how much you love her. As the coffee brews, you start on a simple breakfast. You fix yourself some eggs and toast, prep your coffee, and start heading towards your home office. You do a few cheeky searches for jewelers and ring shops, making note of their addresses for your next day off.
(Reblogs/comments are appreciated; I read every tag 💜)
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beccabarba · 1 year
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Rain, Candlelight & Pumpkin Spice
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Rafael Barba x Female Reader
Dedicated to @thatesqcrush​ who has had a lot going on lately, much of it stressful. And for her Kinktober Bingo, covering the ‘Vanilla/Soft’ square. 
Words: c. 1700
Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Gentle but explicit, fingering and references to intercourse. 
Tags:  @thatesqcrush​​ @itsjustmyfantasyroom​​ @witches-unruly-heart​​ @madamsnape921​​ @mrsrafaelbarba​​ @skittle479​​ @prurientpuddlejumper​​ @detective-giggles​​  @teamsladsandgents​​ @dreamlover31​​ @permanentlydizzy​​ @lv7867​​ @bisexual-dreamer02​​ @welcometothemxdhouse​​ @bananas-pajamas​​  @stardust-fray @feedthemadness-sweetie​​ @amelia-song-pond​​ @storiesofsvu​​ @alwaysachorusgirl​​ @beardsanddetectives​​​ @thesandbeneathmytoes​
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Rain hammered against the window, as twilight darkened the room. You’d been reading, but it was too dim to make out the words now, so you’d discarded the book and pulled the soft blanket around your chilled hands. There was a long list of things you should be doing, but today just felt like a day you needed peace and warmth. It had been a long week, and you were tired to the point of starting to feel switched off, detached. At least it was the weekend, but the weather wasn’t conducive to reclaiming any of your lost energy.
Rafael had been at the office earlier, and you’d been glad of some time to yourself. You’d heard him return a few minutes ago, and he’d poked his head around the door to greet you. You saw the concern in his eyes, at the image of you huddled under a blanket, just staring into the gloomy room. You signed, hating that your mood was something else for him to worry about, as if he wasn’t already busy enough at work.
The door opened and Rafael appeared again, this time coming into the room. He’d taken off his shoes, and padded over to you in his striped socks, shirt loose at the collar. You couldn’t help but smile, as he put a mug down on the table next to the couch. You caught the scent, and raised an eyebrow at him. “Pumpkin spice?”
“Just because I don’t approve of coffee with so much syrup you can’t taste it, doesn’t mean you have to go without,” he said, with a grin. Rafael was such a coffee snob, and you know the drink wouldn’t be from Starbucks, but it did smell delicious, and soothing.
“Thank you,” you said appreciatively, reaching for it and cradling it, enjoying the warmth in your hands, and the scents of sweet spice.
“No problem. I brought dessert too. And I thought we could get dinner delivered – your choice.” Rafael sat down on the couch by your side and reached a hand out to softly stroke your upper leg.
“What have I done to deserve this?” you said, feeling his love like an extra blanket.
“Nothing in particular. I know you’ve had a tough few days and I wanted to take care of you. My prerogative, since you agreed to marry me.”
You instinctively felt for your engagement ring with the thumb of your left hand. Rafael had proposed on a late summer evening during your vacation in Provincetown, the setting sun glistening on the ocean. It seemed a far cry from this chill October day, but just remembering it brought some of that summer warmth back into your body.
“I’m very lucky, you know,” you told him.
“I love that you think you’re the lucky one.” You could see the tenderness in Rafael’s eyes. Sometimes you were amazed just how he seemed genuinely surprised that you loved him, enough to want to spend your life with him. He smiled softly, then looked around the room, now even darker. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said, and got to his feet.
You watched him curiously, as he left the room. He returned a few moments later, carrying the scented candles you kept the in the bathroom, and some matches. He found flat surfaces for the candles and struck matches, each candle adding a dancing glow to the room. “I hope you don’t mind a mixture of vanilla, rose, and…whatever sugar cookies smell like…” He turned to you and shrugged.
“Not at all.” You felt the tension melting from your body, with the gentle candlelight and scented air. You reached out a hand and Rafael took it in his fingers, coming back to join you on the couch. He sat back into the corner and urged you back against him. You put your coffee down and sat between his spread legs, as he wrapped his arms around you and you pulled the blanket over both of you. His face was close to your shoulder and he kissed the side of your head, and your neck softly, as you settled.
For a while, you were just quiet, breathing together and enjoying the closeness, the comfort. You were happier than you’d been all day, just being taken care of, just at peace with the man you loved. One of Rafael’s long fingered hands was resting on your tummy, beneath the blanket, and you suddenly needed more, to feel his skin on yours. You reached under the blanket and lifted your t-shirt moving his compliant hand to rest on your skin underneath it, and running your fingers over the veins on the back of his hand.
You sighed happily and tilted your head back against Rafael. “If I was a cat, I’d purr,” you told him. He laughed gently, and his other hand stroked your hair, as you pressed yourself back into his warmth. Then you felt a new sensation and smiled to yourself. “Mr Barba, are you getting aroused?” you said, trying to sound indignant, imagining his blush.
Rafael didn’t sound awkward though, as he whispered close to your ear. “It’s being so close to you, hermosa. I can’t help it. But we don’t need to do anything about it.” He delivered a little kiss to the soft skin behind your ear, as you felt arousal start to ripple through you.
“Who says I don’t want to do anything…” you said softly. Your fingers played over Rafael’s hand with more intent.
“Hmm, is that so?” he breathed against the side of your neck.
“Mmm,” you replied, wriggling against him.
“Then why don’t you show me where you’d like my hand?” he murmured.
“But…” you started to protest, since you’d been thinking about him and what he might want.
“Show me,” he said, and his voice had just enough of the dominance he turned on in your kinkier moments, that you didn’t want to argue. It made you tingle in your core, and that was exactly where you needed his touch. You grabbed his hand and pushed it lower, beneath the fabric of your sweats and your underwear. You gasped at the feel of his fingers making intimate contact with you and starting to stroke softly. At first, his touch was light and teasing, but gradually he started to explore your folds, fingertips circling your clit and starting to flood you with sensations.
“Ohh, Raf, that feels so good…” you sighed happily, and in response, his fingers shifted to start to rub in the sweet spot he knew so well, while his other hand moved to cup and caress your breast through your t-shirt. You tipped your head back against him and moaned softly. “Raf…you know it won’t take that long if you keep this up…”
“I know,” he replied, and his breath on your neck made you shiver. “That’s what I want, I want you to relax completely for me, my love.” His tone was loving, but you could hear the hint of his own lust in it too. “We can take care of me later. When we go to bed, I want to make love to you. But now, I want you to come for me.”
You breathed harder, as his fingers slid lower, and he curled two of them to slip inside you, easing them in and out. He knew exactly how to draw your sensations, and hearing the wet sound his actions made only increased your feeling of arousal. “I knew you wouldn’t be too tired to get nice and wet for me,” he whispered softly, and then he spread your wetness through your folds, returning his fingers to your clit, rubbing with the perfect technique.
Your eyes were half closed. There was just the flickering glow of the candles in the dimly lit room, the warmth and scent of Rafael behind you, his thick arms surrounding you, and his hands on your body. Your orgasm was building, the tension coiling low in your body.
“Oh, Raf… I wish you were inside me,” you moaned, softly.
“Soon, mi amor, soon. But this is all about you. Relax…” Even as he told you to relax, the pressure and speed of his fingers intensified. “I can’t wait to be inside you, it feels so good…” he murmured in your ear, and you could picture it so clearly, his body undulating over yours, his weight pressing down on you as he filled you perfectly, that the image added to the growing sensations.
You could feel his hard cock pressing against your body, hear that his voice was growing ragged with arousal every time he spoke. And yet you knew he would keep his promise and take care of you before anything else happened. The rhythm of his fingers was steady now, and it was hard to think about anything other than how his touch was making you feel.
Rafael knew you well, and when your body started to tense, your breathing shallow, he knew how close you were. Pleasure was flowing through your body in waves, making it hard to speak. “Gonna come, Raf…I’m gonna…” you managed.
“Hush, y/n, hush…that’s it, good girl, come for me, come for me now…” he said. And your body heard the words before your mind had chance to worry about it, your climax starting to shake your whole body, the epicentre where his fingers still massaged your clit. You yelled out your pleasure in the quiet room, a sound of emotional release as well as your physical one.
As you started to relax, each pass of his fingers was making your body shiver with too much sensation. Slowly, he stopped rubbing, cupping you with his big hand softly, letting you press against him until the aftershocks subsided. His other hand was back on your hair, stroking softly.
“Oh my god, Raf,” you murmured. “Thank you…”
“You don’t need to thank me,” he replied. “It’s always my pleasure to take care of you.”
“You do it so well, my love.”
Rafael chuckled. “I do, don’t I?”
You laughed and turned your head to see his little smirk and the sparkle in his green eyes. “So, are you going to show me what else you’re good at?”
He grinned and his fingers caressed you in a way that made you shiver. “All in good time. Drink your travesty of a coffee and we’ll see.”
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resteasykaryn · 7 months
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What are you doing here? I work here.
Law & Order: SVU | 7x21: Web
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happenstnces · 1 year
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KINKTOBER ‘22 with HAPPENSTNCES !
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welcome to my first ever kinktober ! i’m really excited for this (though i’m only doing 16 days), and i hope you enjoy!
— warnings will be on each individual fic ! i’ve already assigned a character ( * ) to each prompt and this will not change, so please don’t request for other characters on certain ones. as always, minors dni or you will be blocked.
( * ) i chose to write specifically for my l&o ladies since there’s little to no svu fics these days and i miss them ! every prompt will be for one of the three svu characters i write for ♡
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OCT. 1ST: praise & sex toys  alex cabot
OCT. 3RD: kitchen sex & lingerie  casey novak
OCT. 5TH: daddy kink & spanking  olivia benson
OCT. 7TH: formal wear & strap-ons  alex cabot
OCT. 9TH: cockwarming & voice kink  casey novak
OCT. 11TH: uniform kink & authority kink  olivia benson
OCT. 13TH: finger fucking & edging  alex cabot
OCT. 15TH: degradation & overstimulation casey novak
OCT. 17TH: stripping & mirror sex  olivia benson
OCT. 19TH: orgasm control & brat taming  alex cabot
OCT. 21ST: erotic photos & stockings  casey novak
OCT. 23RD: break up & angry sex  olivia benson
OCT. 25TH: phone sex & orgasm denial  alex cabot
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Rafael Barba Masterlist
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Rafael Barba x Reader:
Tell Me What You Want (NSFW) - Rafael needs you to tell him.
Mental Health HC - Rafael makes up for failing you.
Losing the Battle - Rafael may have lost the battle but he will make sure he wins the war.
Carry On Counselor (NSFW) -  When Rafael finally does get a few moments alone with you in the apartment, he likes to take you to bed.
Lingerie (NSFW) - Rafael likes buying you lingerie.
Rafael Loves… (NSFW) - Rafael loves having you all to himself.
Sunday Morning With Rafael - Sunday mornings with Rafa
Living With Rafael - What it’s like living with Rafael
Pillow Talk - Rafael worries about how his job effects you.
Shelter - Rafael takes comfort in you.
Pity - Rafael pities Yelena.
Not Yet - NSFW - You haven’t earned what Rafael plans to give you.
Goodnight Sweetheart Series:  - Can be read as stand alone or as part of a series
Part One: Goodnight Sweetheart - Rafael’s job puts you in the line of fire.
Part Two: Gone - Sonny breaks the bad news.
Part Three: Mi Vida - Rafael says a final goodbye.
Fics:
All In - Rafael Barba x OC - Raf falls in love.
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