#special victims unit fanfic

[oneshotnewbie]

Next one for rabbit hole? Oooo it's just so good and then.. the dreaded cliffhanger uggghhhhhhh

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The cool, sterile atmosphere of the hospital room seemed to oppress you. You lay still and motionless on the hospital bed while the monitor next to you beeped in a monotonous rhythm. Outside the window, the faint light of dawn illuminates the room, the muffled sound of city life filtering through the thin walls, giving you a feeling of oppression.

You had been here for days, surrounded by the strange noises and emotionless looks of the medical staff. But you couldn't stay. No longer. The last few days had trapped you like a nightmare - an endless cycle of pain, sadness and the constant fear of the unknown. Your body ached from the injuries, but it wasn't just the physical pain that tormented you. It was the unrelenting fear. This whirlwind of thoughts had been plaguing you ever since you were admitted and was growing inexorably within you.

It wasn't the fear of the possible consequences of the injuries, but the fear of your own ex-husband. The memories of the stabbings, the tantrums, and the danger to your life echoed in your head. You knew you weren't safe while he was on the loose. You knew you couldn't stay safe forever, even behind the walls of the hospital.

The idea that he had learned that you were still alive and lurking out there, looking for you to end the cruel game of your life, almost drove you crazy and the thought that he might even hurt Olivia, gave you no peace. You had no choice - you had to escape before it was too late.

You stared at the ceiling, fighting the rising panic. The thoughts of the past and the terrible moments in your own home threatened to overwhelm you. Yet amidst this darkness, a spark of determination flickered in your eyes.

With your ears listening to make sure no one made a move towards your room, you put your plan into action. It was a risky move, but you couldn't lie still and wait for someone else to protect you any longer. Olivia protecting you. With a surge of courage, you sat up and slid out of bed. The hospital clothes you were wearing felt unfamiliar and foreign. Your hands reached for the drip attached to your arm and carefully pulled the needle out, ignoring the pain that shot through your arm as you squeezed yourself into a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, ignoring your aching limbs.

The rush of adrenaline in your ears seemed louder than ever before, and you tried to be as quiet as possible. As if the slightest sound would alert your ex-husband and lead him straight to you.

You knew you didn't have the doctors' permission to leave the hospital, but you couldn't stay here. Not while your life was in danger so with one last check around the room and the most important things packed in the gym bag, you opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

The corridor was silent, the only sounds being the low hum of the lights above you and the muffled murmurs of the nurses talking somewhere in the distance. You pressed your lips together, every step was torture, but you forced yourself to keep going. You had to escape, no matter the cost. You felt a stab of fear with every movement, but also a touch of freedom. You had to act now before it was too late for you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you considered each step. You had to be careful, you had to make sure no one saw you. Because if your ex-husband found out you were still alive, he would find you. And this time he would make sure you didn't survive. Escaping through the endless hallways felt like an eternity, but you finally reached the door that led outside. You took a deep breath, gathering all your courage before the doors opened in front of you and you stepped out. The cold enveloped you like a cloak, and for a moment you felt free - free from the chains of the past, free from the fear that had held you captive for so long.

But the freedom was short-lived. You knew that Henry was still out there, lurking somewhere in the shadows, ready to continue his dangerous game. You had to go into hiding, disappear somewhere where he couldn't find you. At least until you had the strength to face him and take him down. But you didn't know where to go, only that you had to get away from here. Away from this place that threatened your life; here he already knew where you worked, where you lived and who was around you that he could possibly manipulate. Or injure, as the case may be. Your steps quickened, your breath ragged as you limped through the crowded streets, not looking back.

Meanwhile, Olivia Benson was just dismissing herself for her lunch break. Her mind wandered to the unsolved case of your ex-husband when she decided to visit you in the hospital and have lunch with you.

She got out of her company car and looked at the hospital building in front of her. She had worked all night and all morning to catch the bastard who had critically injured you without any further whereabouts information from him. Regardless, she was looking forward to seeing you again. It was important for her to support you, especially after what had happened to you. She was wracked with guilt that she hadn't protected you well enough.

She entered the building with quick steps and made her way to your room. But when she reached the door, she noticed that it was half open. Confused, she pushed it further open and entered the room, the worst thoughts circling in her head.

Emptiness.

The bed was messy, as if you had just laid there recently. But there was no sign of you, the room was deserted. An icy shiver ran down Olivia's spine and a hint of panic rose in her as she realized that the tubes and cables that had only recently been attached to your body were now scattered uselessly on the bed.

Rushing to the nurses to ask for information, they too couldn't give her an answer as to where you were. All they could tell her was that you had not received any discharge papers from the hospital, that your stay was extended until the inflamed surgical scar had healed. Olivia had no way of knowing that you were already on the run, from a shadow from your past that still seemed to haunt you.

With a quick movement of her hand, she reached for her cell phone to dial the number of her colleague, one of her best friends, who had already given her decisive support in the past and offered a saving hand when you needed to be save. Their connection went far beyond the confines of the workplace, and in that moment, she knew instinctively that he was the one she could always rely on. Especially since you also played a crucial role in his life.

"Elliot, it's me. I need your help. Y/n is gone, possibly on the run, and probably in potential danger.“

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[storiesofsvu]

Sweet Girl

Olivia Benson x reader warnings: language, smut, mommy kink. requested: yes. the rare occurrence of me writing for Olivia, and it being smut on top of that? don't expect this to happen for a while LOL. Somewhere between a drabble and a one shot. absolutely no plot.

You knew exactly what you were getting in for, that had been your plan from the very beginning. Olivia had been having an extremely long week, the two of you barely seeing each other, having to suffice with goodnight texts rather than tangling yourselves in each others limbs at the end of the day. Bored, you’d gone out and bought a few new lingerie sets and once you knew she was in the clear for Friday night completely off, you’d headed to her place dolled up with dinner and wine. It was absolutely no surprise that dinner got completely forgotten once she saw a piece of pink lace peeking out from under your shirt.

She took her time admiring you in the bedroom, letting you show off the delicate set, her eyes darkening with the slow twirl you did, popping up on your toes to make sure she didn’t miss the bow on the back. Her hands traced over the fabric, purposely avoiding the areas you wanted her to touch the most at first, letting you whine, waiting until you were putty in her arms, whimpering under her touch. Then she finally took off your bra, leaning over you on the bed to catch a nipple in between her lips, sucking at it, flicking it with the tip of her tongue before nipping gently and you moaned. She repeated the action on the other side, her fingers continuing to toy with your chest, feeling the way your body was practically trembling underneath her.

“That’s it sweetheart.” She murmured, pressing a tender kiss in the center of your chest, “always so good for me.” Her kisses trailed down your body until her fingers slipped into the waistband of your panties and she pulled them down your legs, letting out a small chuckle at the sudden shyness that had overcome you. Her hands brushed up your legs, rubbing soothingly at your soft skin, “spread your legs for mommy, I want to see you.”

Letting out a breath you obliged, letting your legs fall open so she could shift between them, a gasp escaping you lips when she palmed at your pussy. Her fingers slipped between your folds, rubbing at you as the heel of her hand gently ground into your clit, watching the way you let out a satisfied moan.

“What would you like sweet girl?” She asked, pressing a little harder, “to get off on my fingers, in my mouth or on mommy’s cock?”

“Your cock.” You groaned, hips bucking up off the bed when she dipped two of her fingertips into your cunt, sighing at the way you were already squeezing around her, at just how wet you were already.

“That’s what I thought.” She leant over you, giving your clit a gentle kiss before shifting from the bed to rid herself of the rest of her clothes and grab the strap.

Returning to the bed Olivia climbed over you, her hand finding its way between your legs once again, a finger slipping into your cunt and you groaned, your head thrown back into the pillows.

“More…”

“So eager already.” She teased before adding a second finger, pumping them steadily in and out of your pussy, watching every time she pulled them out, smirking at how much of your juices were coating her fingers.

“Feels so good.” You murmured, hips chasing her movements, practically begging for more.

“I’ve got to warm you up sweetheart.” She cooed, her fingers beginning to curl and scissor inside you, stretching you out for the toy between her legs. “That’s it…” she purred when she could easily slide a third finger in and you couldn’t hold back the moan, body arching off the bed when she curled her fingers and hit the sweet spot inside you.

“Need you…” you whimpered and she slipped her fingers from you.

“I’m right here baby.” She replied, leaning over you to capture your lips in a kiss while she smeared your juices over her cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly pushing it.

“Oh god…” Your eyes squeezed shut, arms wrapping around her to pull her impossibly close to you, making her hips meet yours, burying herself fully inside you.

“Feel good?” She asked with a smirk in her voice, peppering your jawline with kisses as you adjusted to her size.

“Yes…” you breathed out, relaxing against the bed and she started to move, “oh god.. so fucking good.”

Olivia’s hand moved to your leg, gently grabbing your thigh to shift it upwards, pinning it to the bed so she could reach even deeper within you, her hips setting a steady pace as her cock continued to plunge into you. Her lips met yours in a breathless kiss, moving with ease against your lips, tongue just daring to slip into your mouth as you whimpered.

Each thrust of her cock hit the sensitive spot inside you, each ridge of the toy dragged over your walls, your pussy fluttering around it faster than you wanted to admit. Pleasure was firing through your entire body, your skin on fire, nipples brushing against her chest as she fucked you. The kiss broke with a louder moan leaving your lips, your head thrown back and Olivia took advantage, her mouth making its way down your neck, leaving kisses and love bites across your tender skin, burying herself in the crook of your neck as she picked up the pace.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your pussy clenching down around her cock, hips eagerly meeting hers with each thrust.

“You take me so well sweet girl.” She praised, kissing the side of your neck, “so good for me, every time. My good little girl.”

“Mommy please…” you whined out and she let out a breath, pulling herself from your neck.

“Are you close sweetheart?” She asked and you nodded, biting at your lip as you held back another moan, “would you like to come?”

“Yes! Please!”

“You know you don’t have to ask.” She chuckled, her hand sneaking between your bodies to play with your clit, fingers rubbing it before pinching it gently and you gasped, your body jumping off the bed when she followed it up with a particularly deep thrust. “That’s it baby.. come for me.”

Her praise was all you needed, your body trembling with pleasure, a cry leaving your lips as your pussy pulsed around her, juices leaking out, smearing across your thighs and your hands clenched at her body.

“Good girl…” she cooed, her thrusts slowing as she fucked you through your orgasm, “just like that.” As her hips slowed her hand came up to your face, brushing off any mussed up hair, smoothing it back as she left gentle kisses across your face. “You’re so gorgeous, so pretty, my perfect sweet girl.”

You let out a little whimper, tilting your head up so she could kiss you properly before she shifted, slipping out of you so she could toss the toy to the side to be cleaned later. Her free hand didn’t once leave your body until she was back in the bed, pulling the covers up around the two of you, encouraging you to curl into her side. She pressed a kiss to the top of your head, smiling at the very satisfied sigh you let out in response before giving your body a gentle squeeze, linking her free hand with yours.

“Feeling better now?”

“Absolutely perfect.” You left a kiss on her chest, “thank you.”

“Anything for my sweet girl.”

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[ben-c-group-therapy]

I Hate You

Nick Amaro x Reader Oneshot

WC: 1091

A/N: Self Indulge fic. I like winter but damn it’s cold this year! The snow and chemicals are leaving me a mess and my floors a mess and I’d rather not deal with it at all. Only thing to make it better would be Nick. Enjoy! Please let me know what you think with likes/comments/reblogs whatever.

It was another blustery and frigid cold day in NYC as you stepped out of your building only to be met with a large puddle of melted snow so deep it got into your ankle boot soaking your socks and growl in frustration.

“Son of a bitch.” You continued to grumble.

You had grown tired of the New York winters long ago after Nick had moved off to California leaving you both in a long distance relationship but you without someone to share the house with, share a romantic stroll in Central Park through the snow with, or a cuddle on the sofa with. Now it’s just dull, grey, and incredibly cold…and currently very wet and annoying.

Looking to your watch you didn’t even have time to go back upstairs to change your sock and shoes or you’d be late for work.

Olivia had called and told you to be at the prescient promptly at eight so there was no time to hesitate.

Heading off you walked on, your boot sloshing and freezing before someone drove too close to the curb in the drain and splashed a mix of chemicals and slushy snow all over you taking your breath away at the blast of cold.

“F-fu-fuck.” You stuttered and gasped before turning and flipping your middle finger at the driver.

Finally arriving at the prescient, soaked, frozen and a sloshing boot, you put your case down at your desk with a huff and yanked off your scarf and jacket before spying Olivia coming over.

“You’re two minutes late.” She teased, not that she cared about two minutes.

“I had some trouble, okay?” You replied sharply, not really meaning to but you were throughly annoyed.

“Woah…alright. I can take a hint. I just thought you’d like to know we caught your perp you’ve been chasing. He’s in two.” Olivia tilted her head towards the room.

“Thanks Liv.” You said with an apologetic tone before rushing off towards the interrogation room not even bothering to take care of your boot or anything yet.

Opening the door you quickly walked in.

“Couldn’t hide forever…” you started before you looked up and straight to Nick’s hazelnut eyes. “N-Nick…”

“You’re right, I couldn’t stay hidden forever.” He flashed his famous smirk before opening his arms and you began to tear up coming to him, flinging yourself into his chest and burying your face into his neck taking a deep shuttering breath.

“I h-hate you.” You mumbled as tears dropped to his shoulder and he chuckled.

“What? Hey…hey what did I do? Hermosa why do you hate me and why are you crying huh?” He pulled you back just enough to cup your face gently in your hands, glancing over your face with concern.

“Because here you are…sun kissed skin, glowing even more than usual and you get to go home to Southern California while I get to stay here in crumby freaking New York City with forty more years of winter.” You took a deep breath and gathered yourself.

Nick laughed before leaning in and capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “I missed you…I actually came here to spend the week with you but I have a better idea.” You furrowed your brows wondering just what your boyfriend could be up to.

“You’re soaked mi amor.” He purred as he got a look at you. “Come on, you’re going home and changing then we’re going to cuddle and get you thawed out.” He flashed his knee weakening smile.

Later after arriving back at your place you had curled up with Nick and some cocoa under a cozy blanket.

“So I wanted to ask you something baby.” Nick asked softly breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah? You didn’t come across the country to sit with me under a blanket did you?” You hummed cuddling into his side feeling his lips press a kiss to your head.

“Mm no, not exactly but it’s a nice benefit. I get to warm my baby up.” He hummed wrapping his arm around you bringing you closer if it were possible. “I came to ask if you’d consider moving in with me.” He asked hesitantly, worried he’d be rejected. It wasn’t often something worked out for Nick Amaro and he had hoped after three years together and a year of long distance that this relationship worked out, that you’d live with him, move across the country with him.

You turned sat up a bit, looking to him, eyes searching his for any hint that he could be joking but found none. “Y-you’re….you're serious?”

“I…I mean…well yeah I was hoping so.” He said with a little waver in his voice worried he pressed too fast. “You hate winter. I miss you so much. Like really miss you. I want you to be with me and the kids. They miss you too. There’s nothing like having you in bed beside me every night and waking up with you in the morning. The sun shining on your hair and how cute you look with your mouth open and a little bit of drool.” He chuckled when you shoved him.

“I don’t drool, Amaro!” You shot back.

“You do! I can’t help it. I wipe it off with my thumb and you mumble before snuggling to my chest. It’s the most precious thing.” He laughed but looked over you with the most loving tender smile. “Amor…hermosa, I miss you so fucking much. Please? Will you come to California with me?”

You never thought about leaving NYC for real, but the opportunity never had presented itself, well never a real opportunity. It wasn’t an opportunity for Nick to come back to live here, his family and career had him there now and he loved it but the only piece missing was you. He just needed you.

You hated winter, if you wanted to see snow it wasn’t that far to go and see it to play for a day or two and ski but you wouldn’t have to deal with it daily, endlessly.

“Yes. Yes I’d love to. There’s nothing else I’d love to do more.” You cuddled back to Nick but kissed him deeply as he held your face and kept his forehead close.

“I love you so much. I can’t wait to have you with me daily again. To start our lives together in a whole new chapter.” He smirked against your lips knowing he had an even bigger question in store for you once you had moved in and settled in California with him.

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[shesmypoem]

CLIMB INSIDE ME

Olivia Benson x F!Reader

(Season one Benson, reader is and will always be 21+)

A/N: My first story in a little so please be gentle loves…

Summary: After a long night at work, Olivia and Y/N indulge in some shower sex.

Word Count:

1.5k (sorry <3)

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI, fingering (Olivia receiving), dominant reader, choking…I think that’s all, enjoy loves!

You always enjoyed late night showers. Nothing or no one could bother you, you weren’t in a rush to do or go anywhere. You could simply just be. Soft ambient music filled the bathroom, as you close your eyes and allow the steady stream of cold water to hit your face. You’re muscles were sore so the cold water was a delightful mix with the music.

You breathe in the damp air, placing your hands on the wall in front of you drawing yourself further under the stream. You close your eyes barely being able to hear the music now, but it was still refreshing nonetheless.

Knock, knock.

Olivia hadn’t been home yet, or for the past two days for that matter. You missed her, the want of being engulfed by her kisses and sweet murmurs grew thicker every day that passed. You never thought you were capable of loving or being loved. The fear of being vulnerable with someone, always kept you at bay. But here you were, madly in love with a woman who is madly in love with you. The fear never leaves , but when looking in the face of Olivia Benson, it fades and when she smiles, oh, when she smiles it damn near disappears.

Being able to open up to her has been the most beautiful thing you’ve ever experienced. And being loved by her entirely is indescribable.

Again, Knock, Knock. “Y/N,”

You were so lost in your thoughts you hadn’t realized that the knocking wasn’t in your mind. You step from under the water sticking your head out of the shower, “Its open,” you call back to her.

The door clips open and in steps Olivia, wrapped in her robe, with her hair clipped back. She was tired, yet she still look so damn beautiful.

“Wanna join?” You ask warmly switching the water to hot.

She nods as she unties her robe, it slips off her body and pools at her feet, she steps into the shower and for a moment you both are just admiring each other silently. You watch as her chest rises and falls, and she watches as the droplets of water kiss your skin. You move from under the water offering it to her.

She steps under it, both of you still not saying anything, you think about breaking the silence but she’s tired and you don’t want her to use her last little bit of energy to engage in a conversation with you. “Can you wash my hair?” Her voice just above a whisper and if you hadn’t been holding your breath you’re sure you would have missed it.

“Yes. I’d love to.” You grab the shampoo bottle and squeeze just enough in your hand to coat her hair. Her body shivers when the coldness from the shampoo touches her scalp. You being to thread it into her hair, trying not to be too aggressive like you are with your own.

“Is this okay?”

She hums in approval.

“Good. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too,” your nails scrap against her scalp and she shivers. Her breath gets caught In her throat.

You take notice of it, smiling to yourself as you do it again and this time a noise escapes her throat. “Do you like that?” You murmur.

She doesn’t answer, but you know she liked it. You finish washing her hair and she turns her back to the water to rinse, slightly leaning her head back, she closes her eyes and you rake yours over her body. You watch some of the droplets drip down her breast, stomach and in between her legs. You’re jealous of them, they’re closer to her than you have been in the last two days.

Though her eyes are close she can feel yours boring into her body. “Do you mind?” She smiles.

“What? I’m just admiring you, There’s nothing else to pay attention to in here.”

She opens her eyes, and drags them down your form, boring them into you as you were just doing to her. You become nervous underneath her gaze, you let out a chuckle and nod your head. “Ah, I understand what you’re doing. Point made.”

She returns the chuckle, and turns her back towards you to let the water beat on her face. You step closer behind her and wrap your arms around her back, your palms against her stomach. “Rough case?” She leans her head against your shoulder placing her hands on top of yours.

“Yes.” she whispers.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She shakes her head, normally she’d talk about her cases, but some of them were too hard for her to talk about. So you never pressed her for details, if she told you she told you and if she didn’t, she didn’t and you respected that.

“Okay.” You nod at her response and place a warm kiss to her neck.

She turns her head to look up at you, “Kiss me, please,”

It takes you no time to do as your asked. You start off slow but she deepens it within seconds, “I want you to touch me.” she says against your lips. You look at her for a second, “You sure?”

Instead of saying anything she begins kissing you again, you untangle your hands from hers and slide them up her stomach to her breast. You take one into each hand, her nipples become hard immediately under your touch. You squeeze them and move your thumb to each nipple. You run your thumb over them a few times before pinching them and she moans.

“Tell me where you want me to touch you, sweetheart.” You say.

Your mouth travels down her neck, you scrape your teeth against the soft flesh. She takes her bottom lip in between her teeth as she grabs one of your hands from her breast and drags it down her stomach and in between her legs, “right here, please”.

Your hand brushes against her folds, coating your fingers In her wetness you smile against her ear, “Oh, sweetheart.” You say, your voice dark and thick.

“Please,” she says.

Your fingers run over her folds achingly slow, “one more time for me.”

“Please, Y/N. I need you.”

And with that you apply pressure to her clit, as you kiss behind her ear, Your other hand finds her exposed neck and you squeeze ever so slightly. “Do you like that?”

You whisper.

“Oh, Y/N, Yes.” Olivia says breathlessly.

You add more pressure and her breath hitches. “Please, fuck me.”

You don’t have the heart to tease her and make her beg again, so you slip a finger inside of her.

It’s you who moans this time, she’s so warm against your finger. Her wetness makes it easy for your finger to slip in and out. “Another one please.” you slip another one in with no question, pressing deep inside of her, you find her spot. That spot that makes her groan every time your digits press against it. You squeeze your hand around her throat a tad bit harder. “Tap my hand if it gets too tight, Okay?” She just nods but you need words so you slow down and she whines.

“I need you to use your words. Tap my hand if it gets too, Okay?” You repeat.

“Okay, Please go faster.” She groans.

You start your speed back up and she hums in satisfaction.

She adjusted to your two fingers quickly and as you begin to hit that spot again, “Another.” She moans, “Are you sure?” You ask her. She nods and you do as you’re told. You feel her trying to adjust to the three fingers and she slowly does. As they begin to slip in and out easily again you go faster.

Your heart is pounding in your cheats and you’re sure she can feel against her back. Her moans fill the bathroom and you can start to feel your own wetness drip down your legs.

Her walls start to tighten around your fingers,”Harder, Y/N” she moans out and though your hand is beginning to tire you pump them faster and harder against hitting her spot over and over again, you tighten the hand around her throat and her eyes roll back. You kiss up her neck, sucking at just the right pressure. Her body begins to twitch against yours. She gasps “I gonna…”

“I know, sweetheart. Let go, it’s okay.” And with those words her pussy tightens and she lets go. She comes around your fingers.

Her head lays on your shoulder, you both say nothing, you just breathe. Your fingers slip out of her and she watches as you bring your fingers to your mouth. You keep eye contact with her as you swirl your tongue around each digit. She bits her lip and after you finish she kisses you. A moan escapes her mouth as she tastes herself against your lips and tongue. You break the kiss and lean your forehead against hers.

“Thank you, Y/N.” She says softly.

“My pleasure.” You reply.

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[squadmuse]

BABY BARBA

A RAFAEL BARBA X ORIGINAL FEMALE CHARACTER STORY

A/N: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THOUGH AS THIS IS MY FIRST EVER STORY | CONTENT WARNINGS INCLUDE PREGNANCY, BABY AND RELATED TOPICS | WORD COUNT: 2181 | NOT DIALOGUE HEAVY BTW | THIS STORY IS SET IN 2015 - CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE: 45 & 36 (8 YEAR AGE GAP)

It had been a Tuesday afternoon when Rafael had received the news, the news that his wife was in labor with their child.

Until that moment, it had been a Tuesday not unlike any other that had gone by in Rafael’s life so far. Rafael had never expected to become a father, let alone a husband, and had come to the realization that his future was only that of an attorney, and his loving mother. Life had slipped past him in some regards, although he didn’t see that as something to regret in some ways. Rafael had conquered his own expectations, reached goal after goal and some more. He had become comfortable as a bachelor, comfortable as himself, he was happy.

However, that had all changed when he had met the woman who was to become his wife and him her husband. Much like the snow that was her name, she had appeared during a case he had been prosecuting at the time, graceful yet powerful and leaving Rafael’s cheeks quite rosy.

Nieves Fernandez de Córdoba was her name, a forensic psychologist who specialized in the very special victims that Rafael would find justice for in the courtroom. The daughter of a Spanish father and a Cuban mother, she had been born in America and raised in England. An educated yet exhilarating woman, Rafael had been enthralled by her from the get-go. However, she was quite the professional and so was he, leaving no doubt that any sort of relationship between the two could happen. So, Rafael had settled on being a good friend to Nieves. They had become fast friends, close as friends could be and knew the other inside out. A year had passed filled with memories of art galleries, Broadway shows, quiet nights in with homemade meals, and it had been the greatest year of Rafael’s life. It hadn’t been long afterward that he had bundled up the courage to ask Nieves out officially, to be his girlfriend as she was now working in Brooklyn, and not a potential conflict for their victims’ search for justice. He needn’t have been worried about rejection, as Nieves had wracked her brain in search of how to ask him too.

It felt a lifetime ago now. A real romance had flourished between Rafael and Nieves after that moment. After a year together, they moved in together to a brownstone in Brooklyn. It had been somewhat surreal and surprising to Rafael to see himself settling down, putting roots down and having a wonderful love in his life. A year after that, they had been counting down the minutes until the new year at a resort in Gstaad, when Rafael found himself on one knee and his grandmother’s ring poised towards Nieves. Luckily, she had said yes, and the pair had kissed with love and passion and excitement for their future together. Nieves had wanted a small family wedding, and Rafael could remember the stress that their mothers had been upon them both over the whole wedding from the planning to the big day itself.

Now, after a year of marriage, Rafael was about to become a father, and Nieves a mother. He could remember the moment when Nieves had revealed she was pregnant, a little baby-gro with the words, “Papi’s Co-Counsel,” printed upon it in dark writing. Rafael remembered his tears, the tears from Nieves and the fountain of tears that had erupted from their mothers at the revelation of parenthood for their children and an upcoming grandchild for them both to spoil and cherish.

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Rafael had just won a high profile case, one that had kept him up over the last few weeks as the court proceedings dragged on. Luckily, he had got justice for the victims and the lone survivor, with the serial rapist and murderer now headed for Rikers with a lengthy prison sentence behind bars. It was a case that Rafael was glad that Nieves had not been involved with, he didn’t need her getting stressed or anything worse so close to her due date. Three weeks were left to go, and he wanted nothing more than for his pregnant wife to be safely away from the sort of scum he had been forced to endure with as the prosecuting senior Assistant District Attorney. As the courtroom began to file out, even Carisi heading out quickly, Rafael found himself reaching for his cellphone.

He never had it on in court, procedure dictating against it being on. Rafael knew if anything happened, god forbid to Nieves or the baby, that someone would reach his or her mother or even Carmen and then one of them to him. But at that moment, he felt an instinctive need to switch the iPhone on. Almost instantly, the screen blew up with missed call notifications and text message after text message, and it set Rafael’s alarm bells ringing and his stress levels skyrocketing. Many of them were from his mother, some from Nieves’ mother and some from the next-door neighbor out in Brooklyn who had become friends with Rafael and his wife since they had moved in. All of them said the same - Nieves was in labor. The baby was coming and was coming early. Three weeks early, and for Rafael it seemed that time stood still at that moment. All that mattered was his wife and unborn child. Not the case, not himself, not any single thing other than the two people he loved more than anything.

Rushing out of the courthouse, nearly barreling into Rollins and Fin who were lingering on the steps, Rafael didn’t bother to fill in either, as it seemed obvious in his haste and rush that only one thing would do such a thing to someone like himself, that Nieves was about to give birth. Both were parents that he knew, and he knew they knew the panic of an expectant parent. Rafael threw himself into the next available cab. The little yellow cab’s driver didn’t notice or even question Rafael’s slightly disheveled look or the rambled directions he gave to the hospital where his wife was at, and it wasn’t long before Rafael was on his way. As the taxi cab drove through an ever-busy Manhattan, Rafael tugged at his tie, the purple silk wrapping around his tense hand and slipping around his fingers. It was actually happening, all those months and all those days had been and gone, and now Rafael was hours away from becoming a father. It was surreal, quite nerve-wracking and almost impossible to comprehend.

But even as one of the most important days in Rafael’s life approached, he wouldn’t have changed it for the world. The love that he had for his unborn child and for his wife was impossible to fathom and both were the greatest gifts that Rafael could ever have imagined. He was still a grumpy, dry-witted attorney with a questionable addiction to coffee and a love of coordinating fashion, and Nieves had never once tried to change him. Rafael was himself, just as Nieves was herself, and so would their baby be whoever they were.

As the cab pulled up outside the hospital, Rafael tipped the driver generously and rushed out, his feet hitting against the ground with passionate intensity that could only be described as an expectant father rushing. Rafael quickly found himself out of breath, panting slightly at the reception of the hospital. A young nurse smiled warmly upwards at him.

“Hello sir, how may I help you today? I am Nurse Wu,” asked the nurse in turquoise scrubs and dark hair styled into an intricate plait. She didn’t rush him, noticing that Rafael had run in.

“M-My wife, my wife is in labor, and she’s here,” replied Rafael with a slight pant. He was in his forties for crying out loud, and even though he was going to the gym regularly now, the impromptu run had him out of breath. Nurse Wu nodded, knowing the tell-tale signs of a new father-to-be.

“Now what is your wife’s name?”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” apologized Rafael to the nurse. “Her name is Nieves Fernandez de Córdoba, I can give you her date of birth and Social Security if you need that?”

Nurse Wu shook her head. “It’s quite alright sir, I’ve met a few fathers-to-be like yourself, so you don’t need to apologize!” she said with a warm smile to Rafael while clicking away at her computer screen.

Rafael chuckled lowly. “Never thought this day would come to be honest, and now here it is.”

Nurse Wu nodded. “Ah, I’ve found your wife, Nieves, is on the OB/GYN floor, in room number 4 and her doctor is a Dr. Herrera, and I wish you all good luck and congratulations.”

“Thank you so much,” replied Rafael and, without delay, he took off in the direction of the lift or stairs.

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When Rafael finally reached the OB/GYN floor of the hospital, he hurriedly went in search of his wife’s room. He didn’t have to look long, finding the room and rushing inside. Inside, laid on a hospital bed and dressed in a hospital gown was his wife, hooked up to monitors and machines as she chatted away with his mother and her own mother. The commotion that Rafael seemed to make, coming into the private room as if he were a human hurricane, seemed to stun Nieves and their mothers into silence as both Lucia Barba and María Fernandez de Córdoba sat both in soundless shock.

“I’m here!” said Rafael louder than he intended, his anxiety getting the better of him at that moment.

“Dios mio,” exclaimed Nieves with a slight smile as her husband rushed to her side. “ I knew you’d make it, Rafi, but rest assured both of our Mami have been wonderful.”

Lucia smiled, brushing Nieves’s hair softly. “Oh mija, Rafael wouldn’t miss this for anything,” she said lovingly as María sorted out blankets and baby outfits - both grandmothers had been buying nonstop for the new arrival.

Holding onto Nieves’s hand, Rafael nodded in agreement. “Cariño, I’d move heaven and hell to be here with you, to be by your side now and whenever else we find ourselves here,” murmured Rafael as he placed his free hand on his wife’s pregnant belly. The three women chuckled at that and Rafael furrowed his brows in slight confusion.

“Let's have this little one before we think about adding any more little Barbas to our familia,” smiled Nieves.

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Starlight flickered through the room’s windows and even though it was many floors above the ground, the hustle and bustle of New York City carried upwards, the city that never slept. Rafael, however was also not sleeping, not unlike the city he called home. Nieves was fast asleep, that he could see and knew from where he was nestled in the comfy armchair. Hours had passed since he had arrived into the room where his wife, mother and mother-in-law were, his unborn child about to arrive into the world.

Glancing over the foot of the hospital bed, Rafael’s green eyes fell upon the little bassinet that held his sleeping child. Wrapped up in a little blanket, knitted by Lucia and wearing a little green hat knitted by María, who were both now proud abuelas, was Rafael’s newborn son.

The littlest Barba had entered the world after a long labor, screaming and crying at the top of his little lungs, covered in blood and fluids. Twenty-seven hours after Rafael had received those calls and text messages, his son had finally arrived. With ten little toes and ten little fingers, the little boy was absolutely perfect in Rafael and Nieves’s eyes, minds and hearts.

Óscar Felipe was the name that Nieves and Rafael had settled upon, having decided not to find out the baby’s gender all those months ago. It was a great fit for their son, with his middle name picked in honor of Nieves’s father, who had yet to meet his newest grandson having been stuck in Madrid. Lucia and María had been the only people to meet Óscar, and so far the only ones other than Rafael and Nieves. Both of their mothers had been so overjoyed, cuddling their grandson and showering him with affection and love. Rafael was about to try to sleep, the events of the day finally catching up with his familiar insomnia, when he noticed his little boy starting to get restless and awake in the bassinet. Arising from his seat, Rafael made his way over to Óscar and took in the incredible sight.

Both his wife, mother and even mother-in-law had rambled about how much Óscar already looked like Rafael, the spitting image of the countless baby photos that Lucia had taken all those years ago. His son’s soft head of hair was tucked away under a little knitted hat, hiding it away, but Óscar’s little eyes were wide open.

“The world is your oyster, mijo, and I’ll always be right there beside you.”

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hey babes, it's me, your fave internet menace, will graham smokes truther, writer who has been writing again but very slowly!

i've been crazy busy with work and life but i have also been watching sooo much svu and i started watching house so like... house/hilson fics soon??

anyways, on the writing side of things, i've been writing like a beast but im also self critical as ever so it's a fight! but baby we got as needed chapter 3 coming up soon, some angsty carisi for all u svu babes.

for u hannigram babes we got fics for u too, bunch of songfics bc unfortunately, it's what i do best. lots of music, lots of messy power dynamics, lots of smut <3

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Gentle

Chapter 8 of Fade Into You

Warnings/tags: Fluff, soft smut, 

Pairing: Rita/Reader

A/N: Picks up right after Chapter 7, click through for a refresher, because it’s been a year a while since I’ve updated. Covers the “Oh fuck. Do that again.” square of @prentiss-theorem​’s bingo. It’s a rush job, partially because I wanted to at least attempt to participate in bingo, and partially because I’m sick of this story and not updating. 

Brief summary of why I haven’t updated. 

Where last night had been frantic, fast and rough, and so very desperate. The dawn that this morning brought was a stark contrast, soft and gentle, both of you finally allowing yourselves to show your vulnerability, without hesitation. Your eyes were glued to the others’ as you watched the swirls of pleasure darken them, soft words fanning your necks as your pupils dilated, and lips parted. 

It was so very different from the night prior, where your eyes had been scrunched so tightly shut, or looking away, focusing on something else, out of some innate need to protect yourself. 

It was as if Rita could read your mind, that last night she knew exactly what you wanted, what you needed, without you even having to hint at it, you hadn’t needed to speak or contort your bodies, she just knew. This morning was no different, as your guard lowered to allow her to see you fully like this, soft kisses and intense gazes as you chased your peaks together. 

Afterwards as you both laid there, the tips of her fingers travelled up and down your back, no clear path or pattern to the movements, and when they traced over your neck and into the nape where your hair met, you moaned softly and shivered against her. 

She leaned in, as her hand wrapped itself in your hair, softly tugging against the roots as she started kissing and sucking against the skin below your ear, every so often delivering a bite before soothing over the mark with her tongue. 

And later when she laid her knees next to your head, arching her back as your nails ran down her toned stomach, you’d never thought you’d seen anything so beautiful. The sun rose above the curtains and the windows, through the clouds and buildings, casting a luminous orange glow over the room, and the two of you. 

The light pierced through the windows as she came undone, on top of you, and that’s when you knew, for certain, you’d never seen anything so beautiful. The glow from the sun spread across her chest as her hands gripped your head tighter and her mouth formed the perfect ‘O’, as she shook above you. 

You both let out low laughs when she came down, and rolled over next to you, swollen lips meeting for kisses as your eyelids leisurely closed, soft breaths as you fell asleep once more.

When you finally roused that morning, you did so with a lopsided grin on your face, the images of the night gone, and the early morning just been, flashing through your mind. A shiver travelled up your spine as your body remembered what she had done to it. The feeling of her tongue and hands as they memorised the length of you. 

You rolled over, expecting to find her asleep beside you, instead finding the sheets pulled back and no sign of her. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, sitting up, and craning your neck towards the door, listening for any sounds of life on the other side. You stretched out, raising your arms and rolling your neck. That’s when you spotted the note on the bedside table, ‘Gone to get breakfast. Be back soon x’. You smiled and breathed a short sigh of relief that she hadn’t panicked and left you here. You laughed silently to yourself and shook your head, of course she hadn’t fled and left you in her own apartment.  

You walked into the ensuite and as the bright overhead lights clicked on, and you were met with your reflection in the mirror, you gasped at the sight of the purple hues of bruising that were so vivid on your chest and neck. You traced your fingers over them, feeling where teeth and lips had met skin. 

You took a moment to comb your fingers through your hair, settling it, sweeping it to one side and over one shoulder. You turned your head ever so slightly, as the light bounced off the mark she’d left on your neck, you circled it delicately with the tip of your finger, remembering the feeling of it, and how you desperately wanted her to leave more. 

After freshening up, you reached for the first piece of clothing you saw, Rita’s oxford button down that laid neatly across the armchair in the corner. Slipping it on and buttoning the bottom buttons up until they stopped at your sternum. 

When you walked out and down the hallway, you almost jumped out of your skin when you saw her seated at the kitchen island, demitasse cup in one hand, newspaper in the other. 

“You’re awake” she smiled softly as she set aside the paper and cup, leaning forward and resting her head in her hand as she looked over at you. 

“Well I was cold, and lonely.” you yawned “Why’d you let me sleep so long?” 

“Seemed like you needed it.” She shrugged, then she drank you in, noting the tiredness under your eyes and the third yawn that escaped you as you stood there, leaning against the counter. “You get used to the long hours, don’t worry.”

“Thanks” You reached over to the sink, grabbing your glass from the night prior, rinsing it before filling it from the tap, trying not to gulp down the water. “Somehow I don’t think the reason I’m tired is because of work.” If you weren’t paying attention, you would have missed the quick flash of her lips that turned into a smirk, and the way her eyes flashed fleetingly with something that resembled a frantic mix of excitement and smug pride. 

“Lonely huh?” she raked her eyes over you. The tension between the two of you was building again, like it had done last night, and for years prior, like a bubble waiting to burst. “Do you want coffee?” you heard her ask it, but it was faint, your mind elsewhere, you took a breath and blinked, shaking your head lightly, and when you met her eyes again, you simply smiled quickly and nodded. 

You turned your head, looking for the pot, and your eyes widened when you saw that she had an actual espresso machine, and not a drip one like you were used to. “I don’t know how to use that” you pointed and she laughed. 

Rounding the island, coming to stand behind you, her arms wrapped around your waist as she leant in and kissed your neck, and then the spot just below your ear. “I’ll show you” she whispered and you broke out with goosebumps when her breath hit your neck, and her words lingered on your skin. 

She put her hands on your hips, gently moving you out of the way, and you could hardly focus, your stomach doing somersaults every time she touched you. You tugged on the bottom of your shirt, pulling it down to cover the tops of your thighs before hopping up onto the island, crossing your legs as you watched her. The marble was cold under the bare skin of your thighs, and sobered you momentarily, like plunging into the ice. 

“Milk?” she hummed out in question as she flitted around, pulling out the beans and turning on the machine. 

“Please” you answered before the whirring sounds of the machine and grinder filled the room. You took her in, your eyes tracing all the way up her frame, glued to the sway of her hips, the perfect curves she possessed, and her long hair that cascaded down her back. She stole a quick glance over her shoulder and she simpered, looking pleased with herself, much like she always did.

“Are you paying attention?” 

“Hmm?” you ran the pad of your thumb over your lips and when you looked up to find her looking intently at you, a perfect smirk plastered on her face, you blushed and ducked your head down. 

You uncrossed your legs when she turned, mug in her hand, wrist outstretched as she presented it to you. You took it from her, your fingers running over hers when you gripped the handle. She looked down at your thighs, and then back up at you, taking a few steps until you uncrossed your legs and she was standing in between them. Your breath hitched in your throat when she ran her palms over the bare skin. 

“Nice shirt” She ran her hands further up your thighs, gripped down, as you sipped from your mug, she stopped abruptly when she reached the crease where they ended and your hips began. Realisation on her face when her fingers felt what was missing, “You’re not wearing…” she trailed off, and you placed the mug down on the counter, biting your lip as you felt the tension begin to bubble over, and when she swept her eyes up to meet yours, you gave her a coy smile, and that was all it took. She surged up, forcefully claiming your lips with hers. 

Your legs wrapped around her waist, reeling her in closer as tongues battled, and lips rolled together. She unbuttoned the shirt and swept the seams off your chest, pulling back, she reached her fingers out, ghosting them over your nipple, watching the way it stiffened as it bloomed, before pinching it. Not hard enough for it to sting or burn underneath her fingertips, just enough for her to amuse herself at the way your body reacted, at the soft moan that escaped your lips, and the way your eyes changed colours as they slowly rolled back. 

She trailed her fingers down your chest and stomach, watching the way you reacted, your skin pricking as goosebumps formed. You both let out moans when her fingers entered you, breaths swirling together as they danced between lips and mouths. Your hips rolled in time with the movements of her wrist, and when she pulled them forward deep inside of you, you almost came undone. 

“Oh fuck. Do that again.” you sobbed through airy gasps and breaths, and you knew she was smirking, without even having to look at her, the arrogance radiated off her. 

“Can you take another?” she husked and you couldn’t speak, a strangled sob leaving your throat as you nodded furiously. “Good girl” she bit your earlobe and in that same moment, flicked her thumb up to your clit. You swore you could have come right in that moment, and as embarrassing as that was, you probably would have, if it wasn’t for her pulling her fingers out, a huff of laughter on your neck as she took in your reaction. “You like it when I call you that, don’t you?” and when you didn’t answer she bit into your neck, into a bruise she’d left the night before. “I asked you a question.” 

“Yes.. yes..” you closed your eyes, and bit down on your bottom lip, almost hard enough that it drew blood. 

“Open your eyes, I want to watch you when you come.” you moaned involuntarily at that, but kept your eyes firmly closed. She pinched your thigh, forcing your eyes to come flying open, a wicked smile gracing her lips. She eased back into you with three fingers and your mouth flew open, breath hitching in your throat, at the stretch and how amazing it felt, this delicate swirl of pleasure and pain. She stared intently into your eyes and then dropped down to your lips, watching the way they arched as she fucked you. 

When she pressed her thumb to your clit, rubbing intently, your eyes rolled back into your skull, screaming out as your entire body convulsed and shook, your hips almost levitating off the counter. You wanted to cry, scream, and even laugh. How was she so good at that?

She pulled her fingers out before you could continue to ruminate on it, drawing your attention back to her standing in front of you. You gripped her wrist, looking at her through hooded lids, raising her hand to your mouth as you cleaned off her fingers, one at a time. 

“What am I going to do now?” she murmured, as she watched you take her fingers into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them.  

“Hmm?” you were only fractionally listening to her, too consumed on the taste in your mouth and the look on her face as she watched you.

“I still want a taste” she purred, and you simpered as you laid back, blissed out. Wondering if it would always be like this, that every time she touched you, would leave you this breathless, this bone-weary. 

“So, dirty talk huh?” she ran the palm of her hand over your stomach, and you could hear the infliction of laughter as she spoke. 

“Shut up” you giggled, swatting her hand away. As you laid there, you heard her moving around and then the sound of something being put on the floor in front of you. You sat up, and laughed when you saw it was a stool. She raised her eyebrows at you, smirking as she pulled it forward and sat down, gripping onto your calves as she pulled you forward, and rested them on her shoulders. 

“You can try, but I won’t be able to come again so soon.” You murmured softly as you gently wove your hands through her hair. Scratching at her scalp and tugging on her tresses as she kissed up your thighs. 

“Yes you can.” she gazed up at you, a smug smile firmly in place as she spoke directly and frankly, even somewhat delicately when she kissed the inside of your thigh, resting her head where she had just kissed, gazing up at you, as if she was asking permission to continue. 

“Knock yourself out” you shrugged in disbelief, being polite and not wanting to damage her ego, you expected her to tire herself out after half an hour or just there after, but instead you were shocked, and almost excited, when less than ten minutes later, you were crying out once more, shuddering as you gripped her hands, spilling into her mouth and once more onto her tongue, another wave washing over you.

“So last night was a lot” she spoke softly from her position across from you, leaning against the counter, her eyes not yet meeting yours, staring into the distance as she raised her mug to her lips.

“Pent up sexual frustration, Rita.” you rolled your eyes, and she laughed for a moment before her tone changed, becoming softer and quieter as she looked at you. 

“It wasn’t too much was it?” she hesitated “I mean, I should have probably…” 

“What?” 

“Asked you before I-” Oh, so that’s what she meant. She was skirting around saying it fully aloud, maybe out of some form of prudishness or out of some innate need to protect you, or maybe it was because despite her brash outward demeanour and facade, this was who she truly was at the core of her being, tender and gentle, and maybe just a little demure underneath it all. 

“-Strapped me?” you brashly interrupted her, shrugging as you reached for your mug, and she started choking on her own breath, much to your amusement. “You did ask” 

“I should have been slower… more gentle… checked in with you more.” she fiddled with the handle of the mug in her hands, and you could recognise the seeds of doubt she was planting in her own head.

“Rita” you said her name gently, coaxing her attention back to you. “If I had wanted that, I would have stopped you, and we would have had a conversation.” you watched as she exhaled and her features softened, some of the tension she was carrying beginning to ease. 

“Is that what you really wanted last night? Something more akin to earlier this morning?” you searched her eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of the truth, and when she didn’t give you anything, you spoke once more, with more assertion this time. “You told me… well showed me. You showed me what you wanted, it was hot.” she smiled then, and the light in her eyes changed. 

“So do you want pancakes?” she asked as she put the now empty mug down, and pushed off the counter to stand in between your legs. 

“You made breakfast?” you looked at her perplexingly, she wasn’t, by her own admission, the greatest cook. You winced a little internally at the thought of having to feign interest in whatever she had prepared, or attempted to prepare. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” she laughed “I put an order in at Bubby’s.” and with that admission your stomach settled and you let out a quiet sigh of relief. “Okay, you don’t have to look so relieved.” she huffed, partially annoyed and partially amused. 

“Come here” you tugged on her shirt “Thank you for not making breakfast.” you whispered teasingly as you kissed her.

The two of you never managed to leave her apartment over the weekend, seemingly losing track of time. When you weren’t in bed, you both snacked, and ate where you could, take out dropped at the door, pizza consumed on the living room floor. 

The nights were spent drinking red wine and listening to her record collection, talking and debating, much like you had done for years, except this time, you couldn’t control yourselves, and neither of you wanted to. You both yearned to learn every part of one another. You’d make it maybe halfway through an album, or a conversation, if you were lucky, before your eyes would consume one another, and your lips would devour the others’. 

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Blood is Thicker than Water: Chapter 20

AN: Not going to lie. I STRUGGLE writing wedding scenes. However, I really love how this chapter turned out. Instead of dragging it out, we get snippets. I love that about this. Please leave feedback.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Master List

Guest List: 

“Four hundred and thirty-six people.” 

Rafa stares at you. He’s been sipping from that cup of coffee for over two minutes now. You lean forward and say it again, “Four hundred and thirty-six people.” 

He finally puts the cup down, “I really don’t see the problem.” 

You scream in frustration and stomp right out of the apartment. 

The moment the door closes Rafael looks at Benny and asks, “She realizes I have a big family right?” 

Wedding Party: 

“So that gives me Rita as my best woman, and Ed and Eddie as groomsmen.” 

“And I have Liv as my maid of honor.” 

Rafa stares at you, “That means the sides are uneven.” 

“So?” 

“They can’t be uneven.” 

You raise an eyebrow, “Why not?” 

“It won’t look right.” 

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.” 

Your fiance sighs, “What about your friends from college?” 

“Most of them are already married and have kids. Plus they live in different states. That’s not fair to ask them.” 

“Friends from childhood?” 

“I hung out with Elliot’s kids. I haven’t talked to them in years, andI don’t really have a desire to do so now.” 

“So this is just how it is.” 

“Unless you want me to ask your mother?” 

“Nope. We’re good.” 

The Venue: 

“What do you think?” 

You look around at the garden. It is perfect for a springtime wedding. Even without the flowers in bloom, it’s gorgeous. 

You look over at Rafa, his smile is stretched across his face. He’s done good. Amazing really. There’s just one problem. 

“It’s not going to fit four hundred thirty-six people.” 

Your fiance scowls, “We can figure it out. Some people can stand.” 

You cross your arms, and lean forward, “That’s against the fire code counselor.” you point towards the plaque that reads a max of 300. 

He throws his hands up in frustration, and finally says the words you’ve been waiting to hear, “Fine! I’ll make cuts.” 

Ring Bearer: 

“He needs a part in the wedding!” 

“I’m not disagreeing with you.” 

“You said no.” 

“I said no, because I already told my sister Noah could do it, and he’s our nephew.” 

“Well of course Noah is a ring bearer, I’m just saying Benny could be one too!” 

  “There’s also the fact that your grandmother might pass out if she sees a dog in the processional. We’re already not getting married in the neighborhood church. She nearly cried when we told her that.” 

“She loves Benny!” 

“I know, that’s why he can come to the reception and take pictures with us. I already talked to the venue and our dog walker.” 

“Oh. Well, okay then.” 

Shopping: 

“So how did you manage to convince mama Barba and Abuelita and the rest of his relatives not to come today?” 

You take a sip of the champagne in your hand, “I told them the truth. This is a you and me thing. No one else allowed.” 

Liv smiles, “Well, it means a lot that it’s just us.”

“What do you think of these?” 

You and Liv turn together and watch as Ed and Noah come out together. They’re dressed in matching tuxes. You and Liv melt. Noah is absolutely adorable, and Ed actually cleans up pretty good. While Rita is Rafa’s best woman, Ed and Eddie are his groomsmen, and Noah is the ring bearer. 

After you’re all done cooing at Noah, Rafael finally steps out of the dressing room. He looks drop dead handsome in his tux. You feel your eyes go wide, and then he gets a little smirk on his face. You know you’re not living this moment down. 

Music: 

You stare at Rafa. He’s trying not to laugh. You can’t blame him. “She’s going to kill us.” 

You smile, “This song comes from the first movie we ever watched together.” 

“We’ve already found a way to work quotes into the wedding. If you walk down the aisle to this song, your sister might just kill us.” 

You shake your head, a serious look coming over your face, “No she won’t. She knows why I love this movie, why I love the book.” 

Rafa looks serious now too, “I think it’s perfect.” 

Dress shopping: 

“No,no, no, no, no! What did I tell you about off the rack? I said absolutely not! Where is your manager? I helped him evade a racketeering charge, he owes me!” 

You sip on champagne and look at your sister. She has that look on her face, “At least it wasn’t a murder or rape charge.” 

She nods in agreement before asking, “How did Rita end up on this chopping trip again?” 

“This is apparently the best wedding dress shop around. She knows the owner . . . apparently rather well. She’s trying to help.” 

A second later a terrified manager and a ranting Rita pass you by.

You both watch them go. You’re happy to say you don’t find your dress in that store. 

Dress Shopping Part 2: 

The day you find your wedding dress, you’re not expecting it. You’re less than five months away from the wedding, and you’re panicking a little bit. You KNOW it takes time to order a dress. Rita’s told you about it five million times. 

You’re walking Benny when you see it. A small bridal shop, with a pretty dress in the window. You stare at it for several seconds before you call your sister. She answers on the first ring, “This better be an emergency. I’m in the middle of a case.” 

“I think I might have found my wedding dress.” 

There’s a moment of silence, “What’s the address, I’ll be there ASAP.” 

You rattle it out just as an employee sticks her head out, “Hi there. Would you like to come in?” 

You look down at Benny and she smiles, “He’s welcome to come in too. I love dogs!” You go in.

By the time Liv arrives, Benny is on his back getting belly scratches from the staff while you’re in the dressing room being fitted into your dream dress. 

Liv stares at your goofy, three legged dog for a second before she calls out your name. You step out a second later. 

You watch her eyes go wide, as she studies you for a second, “That’s it.” 

You nod, “Yeah.” There are no tears. It’s just a comfortable feeling. This is your wedding dress. 

The Night Before: 

The night before your wedding is spent at Liv’s apartment. Ed and Noah head over to your place to spend time with Rafa and Eddie. It’s just the two of you. You put on face masks, paint your nails, and watch Disney movies. It reminds you of one of the best parts of your childhood.

It’s as you’re sitting on the couch that Liv says, “I’m so happy for you. You know that right?” 

You smile, “I know.” 

“He’s a good man.” 

“The best in my opinion, though Ed gives him a run for his money.” 

She smiles at that, “I truly think, you’re going to be really happy together.” 

“I know so.” 

With that, she pulls you in for a hug. 

Right Before the Wedding: 

You don’t actually feel nervous until about half an hour before the wedding. Your makeup and hair is done. You probably should have been in your dress by now, but you’re still in your getting ready outfit. Things are a bit behind schedule. Noah had a melt down, your sister has cried no less than three times, and Abuelita and Lucia have been bickering with each other. You haven’t seen Rafa. You’re not sure why you’re sticking to this stupid tradition, but you are. 

You’re watching the chaos with an observant eye when someone taps you on the shoulder. You spin around to see your sister standing there. She tosses her head to the side and you follow her outside. The sun is shining and the March air is only a little chilly. You close your eyes and allow yourself a minute. When you open your eyes, you see Liv smiling at you. 

“What?” 

“It’s just crazy. How Lewis,” 

“May he rot in hell,” 

“Lead to all of this. You moving back and meeting Rafael. Me and Ed connecting, getting married, and having Noah. We’re getting those happy endings we dreamed of as kids.” 

You hug yourself and look at the ground for a little bit before you look up, “Did I ever say thank you?” 

“For what?” 

“For raising me and loving me when you didn’t have to?” 

Your sister hugs you, “You never have to thank me for that. You are one of the best joys of my life.” You smile at that. 

Walking Down the Aisle: 

You’re nervous, but you’re allowed to be. You’re in your dress, your veil is attached, and everyone has walked down the aisle except you and Liv. You look at your sister. She’s dressed in a black dress. She has once again avoided color. 

She holds out her arm to you, and you take it. You close your eyes, and you count to three. The music starts: the instrumental Dawn from Pride and Prejudice; the first movie you and Rafa watched together. The movie you two still watch together.

You start to walk. It’s slow, and thanks to the three hundred and twenty three people (Rafa was able to cut it down) you can’t see Rafael yet. You do, however, see Uncle Don, and Finn, and Munch. You smile at them. 

And then you turn the corner of people, and you see him. Rafael is standing there. He’s dressed in his tux. His hair is perfectly styled. His eyes are focused solely on you as though you’re the only thing he sees. You feel yourself start to speed up, but your sister grounds you like she always does. 

When you finally reach him, you feel your breath leave your chest. And as you take his hand, everything else fades away. It’s just you and him. Just like it’s supposed to be. 

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secretly in love

pairing: rita calhoun x gender neutral reader

requested by anonymous: “i think i might be in love with you.” with rita calhoun - law and order svu please!!!!

wc: 534

summary: as if presenting her with svu cases to represent wasn’t enough, you wanted take under her wing and learn from her. but you quickly realized you didn’t just want to learn from her.

cw: pure fluff, flirting

a/n: this was definitely something different as i don’t write for rita calhoun. still enjoyed writing! i hope you enjoy anon, so sorry this took so long!

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You loved going to all of Rita’s court cases. The way she cross-examined suspects and her overall demeanor in the courtroom was impeccable. Just like Sonny, you were interested in being an attorney, but while he was getting his tips from Rafael, you were getting yours from Rita.

Time well spent.

You would write down everything Rita told you because you knew it would come in handy one day, whether you anticipated it or not.

On top of that, you wrote down the things you observed during trials. How she delivered her opening and closing statements, how she called objections, how she handled cross, and so much more. You genuinely loved everything about her.

It was safe to say you were a tad bit obsessed with her.

Things started to change as your relationship with Rita became more than professional.

Rita would ask you if you wanted to grab drinks with her, and you would say yes. During those outings, the two of you were intoxicated just enough to shamelessly flirt with each other, but it was in a cute, innocent way. Of course you loved it, but it pained you a bit when you sobered up that she may not have actually meant what she said and did.

The going out for drinks started to become a part of the two of y’all’s routine, and it even escalated to dinner “dates” at one point.

“You’ve been dressing up a lot more lately. Someone you’re trying to impress?” Your friend asked you one night when you were getting ready at their place to spend another night out with Rita.

“No, let’s not put it that way.”

“Okay… but if you get laid, please fill me in on the deets. And be safe.”

You smiled, responding with a thank you.

All while secretly hoping you were gonna get laid.

•••

When you walked in the restaurant and laid eyes on the one and only, you could tell she was stunned. In a good way of course.

“Y/N, you look amazing.” Rita commented when you got closer to her.

“And you as well.” You smiled back.

You sat down across from her and it was just like old times within a few short moments. Chatting about anything that came to mind and sipping on martinis while waiting for the food to arrive.

The energy was the same even when the food came. Towards the end, when it was time for the bill, you felt a sudden urge to release your burrowed emotions.

“I think I might be in love with you.” You blurted out.

Rita turned a few shades of red and smiled. “In love with me?”

“I admire a lot of things about you.”

Suddenly, Rita’s hand met yours and shock waves went through your body. Her hand was soft and dainty, and it was the best feeling ever.

“How about you show me how much you might be in love with me?” Rita asked.

Oh.

A grin crept up on your face. “And how exactly would you like me to do that?”

“Well, let me pay the bill, and i’ll show you exactly how I want the rest of the night to go.”

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[oneshotnewbie]

A jogger finds a phone and calls the cops. When they take it and put it into a zip back, they accidentally turn on the phone - revealing a picture of The Captain of the SVU and Reader?

Possible trigger warning: This one-shot includes the mention of blood and kidnapping, the plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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William Jacobs ran across the Brooklyn Bridge at the same time every morning, trying to beat his best time. But today he desperately thought about turning back and skipping today's sports session - the weather was playing into his cards.

Despite all the negative voices in his head, the young man ran from the Brooklyn bridge to the Manhattan Central Park and back. At this early hour there were hardly any passers-by and only occasionally a few cars drove past. As he took his first step off the bridge, he was inspired by the release of happiness hormones and increased his pace.

William loved being able to look out over the East River and let his thoughts and feelings flow freely. His black hair flowed in the wind and was dampened by the drizzle, her ragged breathing evident in the chill of dawn. When he managed halfway of his way, he was panting like never before in his life - the cold air making it harder to force enough air through his lungs. The young man felt the slight sting in his side, but did not hesitate to stop.

It was not until his head moved towards the entrance of the Central Park that he saw something blue and shimmery lying on the ground. Confused, he stopped and cautiously approached the object, peering left and right to locate other people.

Startled, he jumped back and almost stepped into the street when he saw red-brown stains around it, some of them even splattered on the cell phone he had found. William did not even hear the car behind him screeching to a stop next to him and the car door being opened with an aggressive jerk. "Are you crazy? I almost ran you over!"

But the young man did not answer the older women. She looked at the black-haired guy and saw fear and disgust on his face. His shaky fingers pointed to the main reason he stopped, which was why the woman looked confused on the ground and shortly after promptly walked back to her car in shock. "We have to alert the police." he shouted in a shrill, abnormally bright voice. The stranger nodded her head and pulled her cell phone out of the glove compartment of her red car. She quickly tapped on her phone and held it trembling against her ear.

"Emergency call center, how can I help you?" A calm voice asked on the other end of the line, beginning to type on her keyboard to find out the location of the caller. "We found a phone." she spoke anxiously, earning a sigh from the 911 agent. "Mam, you know this is not an emergency, right?"

William looked confused at the device in the old lady's hand, and in his adrenaline rush he did not quite understand why the sigh was being given. So he quickly snatched the cell phone from her and continued the conversation. "Listen. Here is a cell phone lying at the entrance to Central Park, covered in blood splatters. I also recognize an original NYPD cell phone case."

“Which entrance are you at?” the woman's low voice slowly calmed his rapidly beating heart. He took a deep breath while trying not to let his mind sink into a hole of horror scenarios. He looked around, trying to figure out which entrance he really was at. "Fifth Avenue at the Plaza Hotel,"

"Do not touch anything. I will send you a unit."

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The gentle rain pattered quietly against Olivia's bedroom windows and made her open her eyes just a crack wide. Her tired gaze glowered out and a hand brushed over her face as she watched the night slowly fade away. Her attention turned to the other side of the bed, her fingers curling into the cold sheets next to her.

Her fiancée was no longer lying next to her and she sighed heavily. She usually woke up before you almost every morning, kissing along your naked spine stroking her hand with pleasure over your sides before she remained on your bare hip, waking you up for another day. Olivia loved waking up next to you since she shared a bed with you and enjoyed every minute of it. But she respected your exercise routine in the early hours of the morning and was in no way offended if she started the day without you.

The brunette tried to close her eyes for another five minutes, but quickly abandoned the idea when her cell phone rang. A little angry, she felt around on the bedside table for the annoying-sounding device and answered the call. "Lieutenant Benson?" she sighed loudly, already pulling the blanket off her body.

The brunette, half asleep, rummaged through her closet for some clothes and ran into the bathroom to get ready. "Central Park, I will be right there." When she ended the conversation, she tried to reach you on your cell phone to take you home, but her attempt came to nothing and she did not think about it any further - you had already put your phone on silent often enough to avoid being distracted.

After quickly downing a cup of coffee to wake herself up, she pulled her coat off the hook and slipped through the door into the day's events. The rain worsened on the way to the crime scene, washing every possible mess back into the sewers. When she got out, Amanda and Fin were already standing at the cordoned off area that had been created to protect the evidence from the rain. "What do we have?"

"A blood-spattered cell phone," the blonde expressed, gratefully accepting an evidence bag from another officer. She carefully placed the found object in it and handed it to her boss. "A cell phone? Why were we called?" the Sergent and the detective shrugged and raised their hands in question. "The caller thought it was a cell phone belonging to one of our colleagues, which is why we were notified because a significant amount of blood was found next to it."

Olivia nodded, looking worriedly at the phone in her hand. You had the same case around your phone, she had given it to you as a small gift. She turned it around so the screen was facing her and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the scratch on it. The brunette had almost caused the same one on your phone when she saved you from a bullet a couple months ago.

She always wanted to have it repaired but you would not let her - it was a memory for you. "Liv, are you okay?" Finn asked worriedly, watching as the color suddenly drained from his best friend's face. She nodded in response, looking back from the evidence to the paving stone. A good amount of blood that was not easy to ignore. "Yeah, it is just.."

The tough woman could not finish the sentence right away. The screen turned on on its own, showing a reminder notification on the display. Underneath you could clearly see two smiling faces smeared with light gray paint as a background image.

She recognized the image immediately. Olivia shot it herself when you were recoloring your bedroom together. Olivia swallowed hard, the phone shaking in her hands as she tried to suppress her rising panic. “It is y/n’s. It is her phone."

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Plea Deals

Elana Barth x reader warnings: language, smut, mommy kink, praise, begging. Covers a square for @prentiss-theorem 's bingo! Will potentially get a follow up piece, we'll see how motivated I am and how well this one does lol.

You’d known Elana for years, she’d consulted on a few of your cases, been a sounding board when she wasn’t the residing judge, prosecuting cases in her courtroom was nothing new to you. What was new to you was going up against her while she was defence counsel, seeing her strutting into the precinct in a fitted suit, rather than the usual modest robes. You were more than well aware that she’d stepped down from the bench post divorce, going back into criminal defence, but the entire attitude shift had taken you by surprise and it was safe to say that it got you more than a little flustered.

You managed to make your way through the first couple of stages with minor incidents, catching yourself before she could catch you and realize that your eyes were lingering on her hands, lips, hips, the curve of her chest daring to spill over the top of her shirt. You only fumbled over a couple of responses and held your own when it came time for arraignment, thankful to retreat to your office in peace to start on research and paperwork.

That of course, was until tonight.

You’d been working late, leaving the office much later than normal when your assistant finally returned with a handful of warrants and other paperwork you’d need to hand off to the defence. After flipping through them you realized Elana would likely need them tonight, or at the very least, want them sooner rather than later and rerouted your cab to her address.

“Well isn’t this a surprise.” She greeted with a smile when she pulled open the apartment door, her eyes slowly dragging up your body.

“Shit. Sorry, I should’ve called.” You did your best to ignore the fact that she’d already gotten rid of her blazer, the sleeveless blouse underneath exposing most of her collarbone, dipping down far enough you could almost make out the lace of her bra peeking from underneath it. Your own gawking distracting you from the level of gaze she had on you, “I just figured you’d want these before Monday.”

“It’s not a worry.” She replied, stepping back from the door, “come in.” You followed her into the apartment, letting the door swing shut behind you before she swiftly locked it, guiding you into the kitchen. “I just opened a bottle of wine, care for a glass?”

“Uh, sure.” You smiled across at her, letting out a low breath as you glanced around, now knowing you were alone together. Your bag found a home on one of the island stools while Elana poured out your wine, sliding the glass to you.

“Now what have you got for me that was so important it couldn’t wait?” She asked, raising a brow in your direction before taking a sip of her drink. There was a near teasing tone in her voice, she was sure whatever you had wasn’t something she was in dire need of, but the idea of you showing up at her apartment after sundown was one she’d been trying to figure out how to make happen for a while now.

“What?” Your brow scrunched, having completely forgotten why you’d come over in the first place, distracted by her before you remembered, “oh!” You quickly dug through your bag, pulling out the paperwork, “just a couple warrant copies, statements, witness list.”

“Hmm.” She accepted the papers from you, her eyes scanning through the text as she slowly flipped through them, leaving you to drink your wine in silence.

You took the opportunity to slip onto a spare stool, resting an elbow on the island as your eyes searched through her apartment, taking a moment to soak in how she decorated her private space. It was tidy, not too luxurious but very evident she had taste, you could see her blazer slung over the back of the couch, a take out container on the coffee table while the television softly droned on in the background. You began to wonder if you’d interrupted her dinner when she spoke suddenly.

“You need to relax.” She murmured softly and you whipped your head around to face her.

“What?”

“I said you need to relax.” She chuckled, “take your coat off, get comfortable. I did invite you in for a drink after all.”

You nodded, slipping the blazer off your shoulders, draping over the stool beside you with your bag as she continued to look through the files. Picking up your wine glass again you took a couple more sips, letting the liquor soothe through your body, your shoulders dropping as you began to take her words into consideration, relaxing with a soft sigh.

“The case isn’t stressing you out is it?” She asked, cocking a brow at you over the top of the file.

“No.” You shook your head, “I’m just drained, it’s been a long week with a heavy work load.”

“Hmm. Poor girl,” Her gaze turned back to the paperwork while her hand picked up her glass of wine, a small silence overtaking the room for a moment, “I do have to say, I’ve been impressed with your work so far. You did spectacularly at the voir dire and you’ve held your own when it comes to level of charges. You always seemed so nervous in my courtroom when I was on the bench, even if you were only up against a public defender.”

“Oh.” You let out a nervous laugh, “well, I mean.. you know how it is. Prosecutor wants to impress the judge, do a good job, get justice and all.”

“Mmm.” A grin snuck onto her lips, “yes, prosecutors do tend to thrive when praised.” You felt a blush creeping up the back of your neck, wondering just how much you should be reading into her words, hoping she couldn’t tell as you hid behind your glass of wine, shifting in your seat. “So I suppose you’re here to talk about plea deals?” She switched back to a more professional tone, tossing the folders down onto the island, “I’d be willing to settle for unlawful disposal of a body.”

“Oh come on.” You laughed, shaking your head at the smirk on her lips, the fact that she knew she was never going to get away with that, she was enjoying taunting you. “Murder two.”

“Man two.”

“I’d maybe be willing to plead you out to murder three, anger management, counselling and medication.”

“Hmph.” She took a sip of her wine, stepping towards you until she was so close you could feel her breath on your skin when she leant in, “if you want that, I want to hear you beg…”

You took a heavy breath, your eyes fluttering closed for a brief second while her perfume invaded your senses and suddenly she was all you could think about. You titled your head in her direction, catching her gaze still on you, head tilted and a near predatory look in her eyes.

“I don’t think we’re talking about work anymore...”

“Why bother when there are so many other beneficial things we could be doing right now?” Two of her fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up to her, “if you happen to be interested?” She laughed, “though I’m sure you are, this paperwork easily could have waited until Monday, you could have sent it to my office, sent your paralegal, but you chose to bring your pretty self all the way over here instead.”

“Yes.” You nodded, probably a little too eagerly, “very interested.”

“That’s my good girl.” She practically cooed, smirking at the way your eyes widened, the way your lips parted, ever so slightly surprised at the quick praise. “But like you said, you aim to please, to impress, right?”

“Yes ma’am.” You breathed, barely able to find your voice at the change in demeanour.

“You’ll probably do whatever it is mommy asks, won’t you?” She chuckled softly when your eyes widened once again, “well, c’mere.” She crooked her fingers at you and you swiftly slipped off the stool, stepping toward her. Your breath hitched in your throat when her arm wrapped around your waist, her other hand sliding up your arm, fingertips tickling at your skin until it was cupping your cheek.

There was only a moment to prepare yourself before her lips were on yours and you let out a relaxed sigh into the kiss. Elena’s thumb gently stroked at your cheek as your lips moved together with grace, you could feel her other hand sneaking underneath the hem of your shirt, trailing across your back softly. Her tongue traced the seam of your lips and you were quick to part them, giving her access to your mouth as she completely dominated the kiss. She tugged you closer to her, almost rutting her hips against you and you let out a little whine that she swallowed down quickly, her lips curving up into a grin against yours.

Her hands settled on your hips, holding you tightly while her tongue explored your mouth, small moans murmuring through the room, trying to break free. Elana nipped at your lip, earning a whimper from you as she smirked, finally breaking the kiss for her lips to trace across your jawline and tease their way down your neck. She nuzzled across your pulse point, tongue sliding over your sensitive skin.

“Please…” you murmured, feeling yourself practically melting into her touch.

“Please what?” She purred back, her lips brushing against your skin when she spoke, “use your words pretty girl.”

“Please touch me.” You whined back and she chuckled, her hands pinching at your waist.

“I am touching you.” She taunted and you huffed.

“More. Please mommy…”

“Mmm..” her teeth nipped at your pulse point and you let out a gasp, “I was right, you do sound pretty when you beg.” Her hands ghosted up your sides, thumbs landing right under your and your body surged toward her touch, earning a chuckle from her before her thumbs brushed over your chest, flicking at your nipples through your clothing.

“More…” you repeated, a hint of frustration in your voice that Elana smirked at as she pulled away from the crook of your neck, glancing down at you with a hungry look in her eyes. She repeated the motion across your chest, thumbs searching out your nipples as they rubbed across your body before she pinched both of them, a gasp breaking free of your lips. Her eyes shot down as you shifted, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to get some form of relief, maybe even just friction.

“Oh sweetheart.” Her hands trailed back down your sides again, “I think what you really want is mommy touching that pretty little pussy, isn’t it?”

“Fuck…” you could feel your heart hammering in your chest, looking up at her wide eyed as you nodded, “yes. Please god yes.”

“Well then let’s get you to the bedroom, hmm?”

It was a flurry of movement down the hallway as Elana half guided half dragged you in the direction of her room while her hands roamed around your body, your lips searching the other’s out whenever there was a spare moment. The door swung shut behind you and she was stripping your clothes off you, fingertips leaving goosebumps across your skin as she began to explore, her lips either on yours or making home in the crook of your neck. Her teeth nibbled at your skin, tongue lapping across the bite marks, sucking at the spot and you knew you would be left with a mark the next day. Somewhere between peeling your clothes off and tossing your bra to the floor Elana managed to slip out of her own clothes, leaving her in her lingerie as she nudged you toward the bed.

“Lie back.” She purred, her fingers curling under the waistband of your panties as you did so, effectively tugging them down your legs. “So gorgeous.”

Elana pressed a kiss to the inside of your ankle before her hands slid up your legs, parting them wide for her to kneel between. Her hands softly rubbed at your thighs, getting you used to her touch as she watched the way your breathing picked up, how your eyes were already fluttering and she’d barely touched you. Her eyes flicked down to your pussy, a smirk breaking out on her lips before she leant forward, cupping you.

“This wet already?” She taunted, “we’ve barely started.”

“Need you.” You replied with a whine.

“You wanted me to touch you, right?” Her hand ground against you and you gasped, “well I’m touching you.”

Your hips rocked up toward her, rutting against her hand, a gasp escaping your lips as your clit ground into the heel of her hand. She leant over you, her free hand groping at your chest, rolling the tender flesh between her fingers as you began to writhe underneath her. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy fluttering around nothing as your juices began to smear all over her hand. She let out a low laugh,

“Needy thing you are tonight.”

“Want you.” You replied, “need your fingers.”

“Where?” She asked, slowly dragging her hand up and down through your folds, barely daring to spread them open for her. “Just like this?” She watched as your breath hitched, your hands clawing at the bedspread in frustration.

“No.” You whined particularly loudly this time, “more!”

“I told you sweetheart; I want to hear you beg. Where do you want my fingers? I could stuff them in that gorgeous mouth of yours, have you get them nice and wet?”

“No!” You huffed, “need them in me.”

“So you do want them in your mouth?” She asked with a tease, daring to remove her hand from between your legs and you protested with a cry.

“Need them in my pussy!” You felt like your entire body was about to burst into flame, carnal desire tickling just under the surface of your skin. You were naked on her bed, you needed Elana to touch you, to really touch you, feel the way you could wrap around her fingers.

“Ah..” She gently swatted at your cunt, “there we go. You do want them here.” This time she traced her fingertips through your folds, spreading them apart, her middle finger daring to dip into you.

“Please…” you quietly whined, “please mommy. Need you to fuck me like this.”

“Yeah?” She sunk a single finger in, pulling a gasp from you as your back arched off the bed, “oh you really like this.”

“Mmhmm.”

She continued to slowly thrust the one finger in and out of you, feeling the way you were already pulsing around her, little gasps and moans leaving your lips, your hips chasing after the touch whenever she pulled it outwards. Deciding to give you more of what you wanted she slipped a second finger in, twirling the two of them around, reaching every inch of your inner walls.

“Oh god…”

“That feel good?”

“Yes..” you moaned, “oh fuck… don’t stop.”

Elana pumped her fingers faster, with more purpose, reaching deeper within you as your moans and groans got louder, your body shivering on the bed. Your juices were smeared all over her hand, leaking down her wrist and she knew you could take it, adding a third finger into your tight cunt. You let out a gasp, your hips jolting up toward her,

“Fuuck..”

“You want me to keep going?” She asked, nearly slowing her fingers and you whined.

“God yes. Please!”

“Just like this?” She replied, her fingers thrusting in and out of you with only a slight twirl, “or how about this?” She curled her fingers that time, hitting the overly sensitive spot inside your cunt and you cried out.

“Oh fuck! Right there!”

“Right there what?” She asked with a smirk, her hand stilling while her fingertips pressed the same spot and you whimpered.

“Do that again. Please!” You moaned and she thrust her hand again, curling her fingers with each pass over your g-spot.  “Yes! Oh god yes! Just like that…”

“Just this? Or would you like me to make you come?”

“Fuck.” You moaned, her words were nearly enough to get you off, but the feeling of her fingers deep inside your pussy was enough to drive you wild. The coil inside you curling tighter and tighter as your chest heaved, pleasure soaring through you. “Please, please…pleeease! Make me come.”

“I knew you wanted to be a good little pet and come for mommy.” She cooed.

She continued to plunge her fingers in and out of your wet cunt, curling with each thrust to hit right where you wanted. Her other hand pressed on your lower stomach, thumb reaching your clit to rub at it, starting slow and soft and working up to hard and fast. Your thighs were threatening to close around her as they trembled, your body shaking on the bed, hands gripping into the blankets as your moans got louder. Pleasure skyrocketed through you, your toes curling, hips shooting up off the bed and stilling as you hit your orgasm. Your cunt clenched down around her fingers, juices dribbling down them, leaking all the way down her wrist.

“Fuck!”

“Good girl.” She praised, her thumb brushing over your clit once more and you trembled, your breath shuddering as your body fell back into the bed. Elana kept her fingers pumping inside your wetness, slowing them down, fucking you through your orgasm until you’d finally caught your breath, no longer shaking in aftershocks. Pulling her fingers from your dripping pussy she brought them up to her mouth, lips wrapping around them while she let out a happy hum, sucking them clean. “Mmmm….”

“Christ…” You muttered, still panting as she dropped over you, caging you into the bed, “that was something else.”

“Oh sweetheart I am far from done.” She pressed a kiss to your lips, “you looked so pretty coming on my fingers I need to know just how much you’ll beg to come around my cock.”

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@anya-casablanca @mickey-gomez @swimmingstudentchaos891 @momlifebehard @baubeautyandthegeek @svushots @onmykneesformarvel @kmc1989 @irishavengersassemble @thatesqcrush @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart

#elana barth #elana barth x reader #law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #raeswritingbingo #elana barth smut #elana barth one shot #law and order svu fanfic

[ben-c-group-therapy]

AN: This fic is purely self-indulgent! I needed it at this time Sorry for my grammar and poorly written story. It was off the cuff.

TW’s: If any of the following are likely or even remotely possible to trigger you PLEASE DO NOT READ BELOW! Depression; Mania; Manic Depressive; Bipolar disorder; Self Harm Scars; Self Harm Thoughts; Suicidal Thoughts; Mental Illness.

WC: 1,808

“Have you ever felt so alone even when you’re surrounded by people?” You looked up at Nick, thick tears gathering in your eyes at the admission of how you were handling life and all its highs and lows currently.

Nick felt his heart break as he looked down at you, curled up on your oversized comfy sofa. As he had come into the apartment an hour ago after not hearing from you all day and not seeing you at work, he noticed your place was eerily quiet save for a few sniffles coming from the living room. The place seemed almost untouched, with no dishes in the sink, no drinking glasses anywhere, or the water bottle you carried around faithfully. The only place that seemed lived in at all was the living room, where it appeared you had camped out the last couple of days at least. A blanket tossed haphazardly over the back of the couch, takeout boxes on the coffee table, and a couple of plastic water bottles on the floor. It was very apparent to Nick you weren’t feeling well mentally and in a dark place.

Nick exhaled a shaky breath before taking a tentative seat on the sofa beside you. He knew you well enough to know that when in a state like this you wanted your space but you needed him close by too.

“Yeah…yeah Hermosa I have.” He sighed. “I don’t know how you’re currently feeling or what you’re dealing with baby but I’ve felt that way. Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.” The handsome hazelnut-eyed detective let his hand reach out towards you, holding it over your thigh. “When did you first start feeling this way? Hmm?” He spoke softly, his voice full of concern.

“I don’t know. Everything just snowballed.” You sniffled and looked up to the ceiling as tears welled even further in your eyes while you tried not to cry openly, always wanting to remain strong on the outside for everyone else. Nick though…Nick saw right through it all. He always had and always would and as he did he pulled you to him, into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you; his large hand on your head soothing down your hair before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Nick had been in your life for nearly five years now, at first only a partner at work but now your boyfriend for nearly a year after you both confessed your feelings after an argument after a frustrating week and a huge disagreement. You had yelled at him your feelings and he stared at you dumbfounded, never believing anything so good could happen to him, so good as to have you have the same feelings he felt for you, that is. That was Nick though, Nick Amaro who never thought he deserved the best in life which you always felt he did, knew he did. Then again you felt the same way toward yourself. Never believing you deserved anything good or anyone good in your life and that anything or anyone good had to have an alterer motive. Perhaps that’s why you were kindred spirits, you both knew how the other felt in some similar sort of way all the while knowing it was completely different sets of situations that led you to the place you were in life now.

Nick looked over to the table behind the couch seeing your medicine containers filled still from the last week. You hadn’t taken them then, a reckless decision in a moment of mania or brain fog, maybe both, he couldn’t be sure until asking further. While at work the detective was one of the best at interrogations he was careful when it came to you, he knew you hated feeling like you were being interrogated like one of his perps. It always ended up in you pulling even further away and shutting everyone, including him, out. “You didn't take your meds this week?” He questioned softly as he caressed your hair and back.

“I don’t know. I can’t remember when.” You muttered.

“Baby…you had an alarm set. What happened? I wanted to be here but I was undercover. I’m so sorry mi amor. I can’t always be here to remind you, you know that right? I worry. You have to take your meds so you feel better; so you feel okay.” Nick urged, feeling himself worry even more now at your words.

“Nick…Nick I don’t need you to babysit me. I know what I did was reckless. I know I skipped. One day I got up late, and I missed my alarm, and cut it off. The next day I said I didn’t have time, so I skipped it. The next, the same. The following I forgot, the same with the next and the next, and then I got to the point where I felt amazing I didn’t need it I thought. I was stupid and things spiraled. It felt great for a while! Boy did it feel fucking great. Now…now I just feel empty, and alone. Alone when I’m at work. Alone here. Alone with you. It doesn’t matter, I’m alone.” You started to feel yourself get carried away trying to explain what your mind felt like right now.

The detective listened, his heart clutching at your words and the pain and conflicting thoughts you had to be having right now.

“It’s not normal and it’s not okay. I just. I want to feel okay. I don’t want to have to live life on meds and still battle my thoughts, my mind saying awful things. I’m filled with rage and with hate and I’m not…I’m not hateful, I’m not vengeful, I’m not like this Nick. You know I’m not! I’m empathetic, I’m kind, I feel other people’s emotions and pain so deep inside myself that I carry it wherever I go and I try to make it better. I’m not this person my mind makes me believe I am.” You pushed off of Nick’s chest, or tried I should say but he held you tight to him knowing in a moment you’d break, the flood of tears would form and you’d not be able to stop it. Knowing you you probably hadn’t cried in a long time and needed it. Needed to feel healthy and not with the methods you used to use. Nick’s mind flashed with the memories of new scratches and new cuts and new bruises before you and he had gotten together and you had started an intensive therapy course and continued with therapy and treatment since. You had relapses of course but it hadn’t been as frequent and he had made it his life mission that no one, not even yourself, would harm you again. The squad and so many others, including yourself told him that it wasn’t his fault if you had faltered or slipped again, that it wasn’t his duty to make sure you were okay 24/7 but he still took it seriously and it made you feel even more guilty you had hurt him so bad by hurting yourself.

“Baby… Hermosa, you…you haven’t hurt yourself again have you?” He was afraid to ask…afraid of what the answer might be. He had been gone away without contact all week and had no idea if you were okay or not even if you assured him you were a big girl. Even the squad had said they’d check on you, which they did until you stopped letting anyone in yesterday morning.

“No…no, I haven’t. I’ve had thoughts but I haven’t.” You choked up and the man looked over your hands that had clutched his shirt desperately then down to your wrists and arms seeing no signs of new red angry skin. “It’s like a fucked up addiction. I did it to feel. I did it to make sure I was alive and all the while forget that I was and attempt not to have to deal with it at all anymore. I hate it. I hate I started it but I did now I have to live with it all because I started and my fucked up bipolar.” You cried.

“How…how can you even stand me?? Why do you want to be with me? Why? I’m so fucked up Nick! I’m screwed up! Why would YOU want ME? Me of all the women you could have, you chose the girl with a brain so messed up as mine.” You broke down as the handsome raven-haired detective held you tighter, tears gathering in his own eyes as you soaked his shirt with your own.

“Because I’ve never seen someone so compassionate. Someone so filled with life when you’re interested in something you can’t stop talking about it. Your eyes light up, your smile is huge and you can go on for ages until you realize I’m staring at you with my stupid big grin. Because of your smile, your spirit lights up even the darkest of moments, of days, the darkest corners of my mind. When I think of having you as my work partner and my girlfriend I ask how fucking lucky am I to have you by my side to confide in, to hold, and to love. How lucky am I that Zara and Gil have another amazing woman in their life who can teach them compassion for others and empathy and set a good example. Baby love you so much. I know we’re both fucked up but you are the light in the center of my heart that keeps it beating. That keeps me going. I don’t care that you have times when your life feels a mess, mine feels like a shit show most of the time too but when I hold you, or you hold me, I feel I’m sane. I’m okay. I’ll be okay because you’re here now. You’re going to be okay? Alright? I’m here. I’m going to love you through this and beyond. We’ll get you back on track and get you feeling better. I love you, please…try never to forget, even if you do, I’m going to remind you every day for the rest of eternity that you’re loved and cherished not just by me but by family and our squad and friends. Always.” Nick held your face in his large calloused hands gently as he spoke before kissing your tear-stained face and lips. “I love you. Please rest here, okay? When you get up I’ll be right here. We’ll start new. It’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.” He cooed and rocked slowly side to side hoping to soothe you as you cried yourself to sleep knowing Nick was right, he would be there for you and help you till you saw the daylight again.

Author’s Note: Please if you feel hopeless, empty, sad, or alone or are having any thoughts of SH, Suicide, or even just a feeling of helplessness and depression, call or text your local hotline (FOUND HERE). I have used the Crisis text line (text HOME to 741741 in the USA) several times and it helps to have someone to listen when you hate or are anxious about talking on the phone! If not these lines, please friends/family for support or someone who will listen to you. I’m here to speak to you and try to understand even in your darkest time you aren’t alone even if you feel you are. You are enough and you are loved. I love you. ❤️

#nick x reader #nick amaro x reader #danny pino #nick amaro #fanfiction #depressed #depression #tw self harm #self harm #tw depressing stuff #tw suicidal #suicidal ideation #suicidal thoughts #tw bipolar #tw mania #tw manic #manic depressive #manic depression #tw mental illness #tw mental health #fanfic #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order fanfiction #law and order svu fanfic

[jordanstark007]

Calex (Casey Novak and Alex Cabot) Headcanon

So Casey’s a catholic which means that she’s probably been lectured about having a Husband and large family at some point in her life.

So imagine this she meets a Liberal Alex Cabot who’s an only child and never imagined herself having kids or getting married because she is married to her job and lives a very expensive lifestyle not fit for kids and they just click.

And along the way they both realise that marriage and kids is something they want with each other but neither want to carry a baby, because 9 months as a walking incubator isn’t appealing, so obviously adoption crops up in conversation.

After five years of being foster parents they end up with and army of Cabot-Novak kids, and obviously some of them go into law, others into politics but their eldest daughter decides she wants to be a cop.

Alec Cabot-Novak becomes a Detective at aged 21 becoming one of the best in the force very quickly. She’s transfers over to SVU a year or two into being a Detective and Captain Benson thanks God every day for the fact that Casey Novak and Alex Cabot were ADA’s instead of Detectives.

Donald Cregan also laughs at Liv’s pain dealing with a Cowboy Detective with anger issues who’s much too intelligent for her own good.

#alex cabot #law and order svu #casey novak #law and order special victims unit #svu #l&o svu #headcanon #calex #adoption au #someone needs to write a fanfic like this

[wwemcumuscleslover]

Ok... Guys, I might have doing something... let me see what you think....

A bloodline fate (pilot)

This my diary and in this place you gonna found how the two most fearless cops name cross path in the cold City of Chicago...

Dear diary... how am I can start this, I really don't know how, but here we go....

My name is Elisabeth Maria Stabler, if know my last name, so you know my Uncle Elliott Stabler, famous Detective in New York...My dad is Randall Stabler....

I gotta nothing to say, my family has a history, and all of you already get the big picture when comes to that...

I gotta today 29 years old, and right now I write this in my plane to chicago...

What am I gonna do here, I am here to visit my new boyfriend and secret love..., nobody, even my family knows that I secret in love with a chigago COP...

Once I pick my stuff on the airport... I walk out the building there is my love....

Intelligencie leader and Sargent, but most of all my secret Lover Henry " Hank" Voight...

- How was Flight baby Girl? - ask him while grab my bagde

- It's was good! But I can wait to be with you - told him, wraping my arms around your neck.

I was soo excited, that could wait to goo home, soo a simply did, in the public view, a put my lips on his an give the kiss I was saving for this moment...

Once I finished... he simply look into my eyes with those his warm Brown m eyes and said.

- Let's goo home...

He get me by the hands and walk me to his black SVU...

My journey into this City, this man, this Story, This Love....

@chicago-pd-is-weird its a crossover situation this one...

#one chicago #chicago pd #sargent hank voight #hank voight #fanfic #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime #elliot stabler #my story

[narcissuslecter]

HEY BABES!!!

it's me, your fave internet menace, will graham smokes truther, barisi angst writer, who hasn't been writing and hasn't been posting! my life got super crazy busy and i have had literally noooo time to write :(

but i have been writing little bits and ideas here and there. for all u angsty barisi babes thank u so much for reading <3 im writing chapter 3 rn and i hope to have it out soon!

for all u hannigram babes, thank u so much for reading <3 i have some more tyler the creator x hannigram fic ideas planned, real angsty kinky stuff because i can and that's what u love me for.

and i even have a few criminal minds fic ideas in the drafts, also, angsty kinky stuff because i can and u haven't seen what i can do yet!

all that rambling aside, send me headcanon reqs, send me asks!

be gay, see u next time <3

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[mickey-gomez]

Chapter 9 of Fade Into You

Warnings: Word crimes, thesaurus crimes, soft smut, fluff.

Pairing: Rita/Reader

A/N: Picks up directly after chapter 8. It's a little long sorry. I tried to write it the best way I could to describe what it feels like when you're hopelessly in lust with someone. But it's a little muddled. It wouldn't let me put a chapter title/header in, so idk, I guess it's untitled? Also I strongly dislike the series title, so if anyone has an idea for a new title please let me know.

I have most of this series written in dribs and drabs on a big working doc, but I don't really have a structure, so therefore I don't know how to connect it all yet. Also I don't think I'm very good at writing smut, and it sort of intimidates me. So it's hard to update more frequently because I overthink it and constantly rewrite.

The two of you performed a delicate dance throughout the week, hidden glimpses as you passed one another in the halls, fleeting and restrained touches as you slipped past each other in doorways, lingering looks shared in an office wide meeting.

You caught her gaze once more as you walked past her out of the meeting, walking in the opposite direction, rounding the corner of a dimly lit hallway, the soft glow of the wall sconces illuminating your path, casting shadows as they danced across your features. 

You leant against the wall, nearing the exit, as you waited. And for a brief moment, you considered giving up, with the thought that she hadn’t followed you, or had gotten caught up in conversation, then you saw her out of the corner of your eye. 

You ran your eyes over her as she approached you, her long, warm and rich brown hair cascading down her back, her tailored suit that clung to her in all the right places, and the faint smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. 

“Hi” she said in a low, husky voice, as she stood in front of you. 

“Hi” you replied, your voice a little breathless. 

You both stood there for a moment, your eyes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. You felt a rush of heat spread through your body as you watched her gaze flicker down and then back up again. The attraction between the two of you was undeniable, and it hung in the air like a tangible force. 

“Are you free on Friday evening?” Rita asked, breaking the silence, though her voice still held that seductive tone. 

You nodded, or at least you thought you had, your words momentarily escaping you, before realising you hadn’t actually spoken or given her an answer. “Maybe, why?” you eventually answered.

“Rafa, against my many protests, has organised farewell drinks with some of the other staff at Whiskey Tavern.” 

“That place is so not your scene.” You were right about that part, but you knew Rafael had most likely organised drinks there because it was a block away from the office, it was cheap and a pretty popular bar amongst the young District Attorney’s office staff. Exactly the sort of place that Rita would never be caught dead in.

“I know, but at least they have halfway decent scotch.” She took a step closer, closing some of the distance between you, her fingers brushing against your arm, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Plus you can’t really call yourself a New Yorker unless you’ve made out in their photo booth.” your eyes shone as you said it, and her gaze dropped down to your lips once more. She leaned in, just slightly, as if she was testing the waters. “I’ll see you on Friday” you whispered next to her ear as your cheeks brushed together, and you slid out from between her and the hallway. 

You pushed open the heavy wooden door, the soft ambient hum of conversation greeted you. Warm, dim lights bathed the room, revealing a mess of weathered wooden tables, each one crowded with company, and littered with peanut shells. 

“Got stuck at the precinct, sorry I’m late.” you said brightly as you approached the table.

“Hey!” Rafael’s eyes widened as he greeted you excitedly, standing from the table to embrace you in a friendly, but hasty hug. “Sorry I haven’t had a chance to say hello at the office yet.” 

“Don’t be sorry” you touched his arm and smiled sincerely “So, will we see you at Thanksgiving again this year? You know, to protect Rita from the wolves?” you teased and he grinned, from a mix of liquor and playful amusement. 

“I think my mom would probably beat me senseless, if I missed another year.” 

Across the table, Rita sat relaxed in her chair, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. Her hair was pinned back with her natural waves flowing down over her shoulders, and her hazel eyes framed by dark lashes, locked onto you with an intensity that made her almost impossible to ignore. 

Your eyes finally met, and a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between you both. The air thickened with anticipation as your gaze held for a moment too long. Rita’s lips curled into a knowing smile, as your heart raced just a little faster. 

You tore your eyes away before it became apparent to everyone at the table that there was palpable tension between you both, saying a quick hello to people you didn’t quite recognise or remember, before offering to buy a round for the table, pointing at everyone one at a time as you memorised their order. 

You settled into the open chair next to Rita’s after you dropped the tray of drinks into the middle of the table, leaving everyone to reach for them, while you and Rita exchanged false pleasantries. Rafael introduced you to the group as you sat, and Rita’s hand moved to your thigh, out of sight, something reserved for the two of you.

The hours melted away as her peers continued to share stories and amusing secrets, while the two of you shared stolen glances, your connection growing stronger with each passing moment. The bar’s dim lights cast shadows on your faces, enhancing the intrigue of the situation. 

And when the conversations seemed to pair off and you found yourself speaking directly to her, your conversation danced on the edge of intimacy as you exchanged stories, lingering touches, and smouldering glances. The playful banter masked your desires, but every word and gesture secretly revealed the simmering passion that threatened to consume both of you.

“Alright” you stood from your seat at the table, “Does anyone have a silver dollar?” you asked, holding your hand out flat and waving your fingers. One of them handed you the dollar out of their pocket, and after a thank you, you turned to Rita and tilted your head towards the opposite end of the bar. “You can’t leave the DA’s office without a memento.” you said with a glimmer in your eye, she knew almost immediately what you were alluding to, and so without hesitation, she followed you with intrigue.

As you both stepped inside the booth, the heavy curtain fell behind you, cocooning you in a private world of dimmed, flickering light. The soft hum of the booth’s machinery enveloped you, drowning out the noise of the crowded bar. 

The camera counted down - three, two, one. The flash illuminated your faces, capturing a moment of shared vulnerability. And as it started to count down once more you both turned your heads, gazes heavy as they fell over one another’s lips, three, two, one. The flash went off and in that moment, you crashed together. 

Your lips were greedy and you could taste the sugar that coated her tongue, a low moan escaped you and your arms wrapped around her shoulders, your fingers threading through her hair as you consumed one another. 

Three, two, one. You both moved together, as the flash went off once more, your hands now scrambling for the others’ body, desperate to feel the touch of skin on skin. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” she whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You swallowed, hard, and nodded in response. With that, you both knew the night had just begun, and the tension that had been building between the two of you was about to ignite into a fiery passion that neither of you wanted to resist, finally feeling free after all these years. 

Rita reached for your hips and you swung your leg over, fingers gripping onto her shoulders as you held yourself upright. She ran her hand along your cheek delicately, and her thumb traced along your lower lip, and as your swollen lips parted, you drew the digit in, encasing it and running your tongue over it. She was powerless not to moan at the sight, and ever so quick in arching her shoulders and craning her neck, exchanging her thumb’s place with her own tongue. 

Rita reached down in between your bodies, her fingers moving through you, and into the pool of desire that awaited her, grinning at the wetness she found. Her thumb curled up to rub with intent over your clit, and you moaned into her mouth.

Your hands joined at the base of the toy, as you both lined it up with your entrance and you slowly sunk down, both of your gazes fixated on the sight of it, and you let out a shallow breath you’d been holding in your throat.  

She felt the exact moment you relaxed and for a moment you were both still, your hips flush, eyes locked on one another. Until Rita gripped your hips and you rose up on your knees, as she drove a little further, a little harder, into you. Your eyes fell closed, and your mouth flew open and you went slack jawed. She shifted her hips slightly, allowing herself to feel the friction at the base of the strap, and the movement caused a loud moan to spill from your throat. 

“Right there” you gasped, your nails raked down her back and she moaned in response, before reaching a hand around to deliver a sharp spank. The feeling of her hands on your skin, the soft contact, your chests pressed together, and breaths and moans fanning over skin, it all promised to overwhelm. 

“Do that again.” you groaned, and instead of acting on your demand, she pinched you suddenly, and roughly on your inner thigh. You let out a high pitched whine and before you could even think to question her, you realised why she had done it. “Do that again, please.” you said slowly and deliberately, and you could almost hear her smirking with your eyes closed. 

You moved your hands, one down to your clit and the other alternated across your chest, pinching and twisting. Her gaze followed your movements and she moaned as she watched you, feeling herself falling closer to the edge. She watched when your breathing started to become more erratic and frantic, and pulled your hand away from your clit, and you let out a loud whine, your eyes flying open, gazing down at her through hooded lids.

“Not yet” she said breathily, and you leaned back down to kiss her, your hands weaving around her neck. The kiss was a mess of teeth with little control or coordination, but it didn’t seem to bother either of you as you chased your peaks together.

She moved two of her fingers down to rub your clit, “Be a good girl and come for me”, and the combination of her words and her movements pushed you over the edge. When you came, your knees tightened against her hips and your back arched, right at the moment you heard her let out an almost feral sound. 

Your tongues slid together lazily as you both came down from your highs, floating back. The room was filled with a serene stillness, a stark contrast to the frenzied passion that had just consumed you both. 

Your hearts continued to race in tandem, gradually slowing down as you basked in the shared intimacy of the moment. You traced your fingertips gently along the curves of her body, your touch mirroring the depth of your own emotions, and everything left unsaid.

She raised her head up to look at you, her eyes filled with a soft, affectionate gaze. But it was fleeting, you noticed the moment she trapped her vulnerability from spilling further, and when the light in her eyes changed.

“Well that was a spectacular farewell.” she smirked and raised her eyebrows, and giggles erupted from both of you. 

“You should quit every day.” and you both laughed

“You wanna go again?” 

“Knees” you said, a mix of sighs and laughter.

Rita understood, and so she gently gripped your hips and shifted you both until you were on your back, with her on top of you, the heels of your feet resting against her back. She pulled all the way out and you groaned a little at the loss, and just as you went to ask for her to come back, she slid back in, with more force this time, and at a more intense pace.

The room was cast in a tranquil hush, the remnants of your night still lingered distantly in the air, the warm sheets and her arms enveloped you. Then the shrill and incessant ringing of your phone shattered the fragile peace, jarring you from your shared cocoon of intimacy. 

You blindly reached for it, feeling around the nightstand until it was in your hand, holding it up to your ear as you whispered in conversation with the detective on the other end. Your voice still carried the remnants of sleep, and their words, a blend of apologies and urgency, rudely awakened you to a new day. Rita kissed your shoulder, as you hung up the phone, and you turned in her embrace to drop a chaste kiss against her lips. 

“I have to go get a warrant” you whispered as you pulled back, and she let out a drowsy sigh in response, nestling into the pillow beneath her head, you smiled as you drank her in. Her tousled hair that spilled across the pillow like a dark river, and her eyelashes that cast delicate shadows on her cheeks. You traced your fingers along the contours of her face, marvelling at the peaceful expression that adorned her lips. 

Reality, however, began to nudge at the edges of your cocoon of affection. Responsibilities beckoned, and the detectives in the world outside were awaiting your arrival. 

“I can feel you staring”, she murmured, stirring as her eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile met yours. 

“Can I borrow some clothes?” you hummed, the urgency of time bore down on you, as you tried to savour this precious moment, etching it into your memory. 

“Only if you come back with breakfast” she teased, another smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she fought to repress a yawn, “Bagels.”

You knocked softly on the car window, handing over the warrant to Fin as he wound down the window. “Brought you this as well” you smiled as you extended the coffee tray, he plucked one of the paper cups out with a thank you, as he stepped out of the car, and the two of you leaned against the doors, waiting on the other detectives and officers. 

You looked off into the distance, taking in the city around you as it unveiled its quieter side. The occasional taxi hummed past, its yellow hue a vivid contrast to the still muted palette of dawn. A lone jogger, headphones in place, raced past you both, his feet pounding against the pavement, as if the sound was the slow heartbeat of the city, still in transition from the night’s revelry and the day’s responsibilities. Your mind cast back over the night, and you couldn’t help the involuntary smile that graced your features at the flashes of memories.

“You’re in a good mood.” Fin commented as he watched you, “You get laid last night?” and when you didn’t give him a verbal response, instead glancing down, a soft breath of laughter leaving you and your smile growing wider. He let out a low laugh, “Good for you.”, he commented with genuine candour. “Is it serious?”

“It’s all still relatively new, but it doesn’t feel new.” you reflected “It feels like we were always going to end up here. I don’t quite know how to describe it.” 

“The two of you friends?” he asked, and you nodded softly. 

“I don’t know if we were ever just friends though.” you murmured in thought, losing yourself in the threads of the past. “Sorry, I’m oversharing.” you shook your head, pulling yourself out of your own introspection.

“It’s cool.” he said without hesitation, and with authentic sincerity. “My old partner, back in Narcotics, was a woman. So, you can talk to me, if you want.” he tipped his head over to look at you “You’re part of the squad, we like you, you know? Stabler just has a hard way of showing it.”.

He was trying his hardest, and persisting through his stammering, to form a deeper connection with you. One that extended beyond the surface level of professionality that you all operated with. 

“Thanks. I appreciate that.” You smiled at him, and put your hand on his shoulder for a brief minute, before the moment you were sharing was interrupted with the arrival of squad cars, and that same earlier responsibility beckoned. 

You returned back to Rita’s, letting yourself in with her keys as you juggled the brown paper bags cradled in your arms. You carefully set everything down on the counter, and bent down to remove your shoes. 

Quietly walking down the hall, you ran your hands over the bedroom door, gently prying it open. You watched her for a fleeting moment, the soft rise and fall of her chest, and the peaceful expression on her face as she slept soundly. You hesitated on whether or not to wake her, but before you could make your mind up, she stirred amongst the sheets. 

You walked over to her side of the bed and gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, planting a soft kiss there. “Good morning” you whispered, keeping your voice as soft and gentle as the morning light streaming in through the curtains. “Breakfast is on the counter.”

“Where’d you go?” her eyes flickered open, and she rubbed at them, trying to remove the traces of sleep.

“Well first I went Russ & Daughters for the bagels and appetizers, then to Ray’s for beignets, and then I dropped by the newsstand on the corner to get you the paper.”

“Mm thank you” she murmured with a suppressed yawn, she sat up, the sheets pooling around her, as she ran her hands through her dishevelled hair. “Which Judge did you wake up?” 

“Ridenour” 

“I bet he was mad.” her eyes widened just slightly for a moment, and she held back her laughter. 

“That’s… putting it politely.” 

“Judge Taten lives about ten blocks from here, and isn’t as cranky, for future reference. She even puts on coffee, and sometimes she’ll give you pastries.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me that four hours ago? I went all the way uptown!” you hit her arm as your face contorted in irritation, and you looked at her with your mouth agape. 

“I was asleep.” she shrugged, but the brief glimpse of a smile gave her away, revealing it was far more likely she had deliberately withheld that information. Presumably for her own amusement at the thought of you uncaffeinated, with a throbbing headache after a night of drinking and sex, being shouted at and scolded while she slept soundly. 

She climbed out of bed, stretching out her arms and rolling the muscles in her neck as she suppressed a yawn. When she walked into her wardrobe, your eyes were glued to the back of her. 

“Follow me” she tied the belt of her robe tighter around her waist, and beckoned you with one finger. 

You did as she commanded and followed her down the hall and into what you presumed was her office, glancing around the room briefly as she unlocked her desk drawer and pulled out a worn leather notebook.

“This is my black book” she closed the drawer and turned back to you, holding the item in both hands, looking at you expectantly. 

“Okay..?” you looked back at her confused, your eyes narrowing and your expression motionless. 

“Let me rephrase.” she smiled as she looked away for a moment, then back to you. “This is a notebook with every sitting judge’s name, phone number, address. As well as the names and phone numbers of their clerks and assistants. There’s also notes under each Judge, their kid’s names, pets, hobbies, political affiliations, and so on.” She raised an eyebrow as she took in your reaction. 

“How did you get this?” your eyes went wide and your mouth opened, almost in disbelief. It was a secret roadmap, one that would help you not only pick and choose which judge to grant you a warrant, but also how to pander to them in court and build up rapport with them; she was giving you the keys to winning. 

“I didn’t ‘get’ it, I made it.” she scoffed “It took me a couple of years which is why-” 

“Gimme” you reached for it, snatching, almost childlike, and she pulled it back, staring at you with a stern but amused expression. 

“-Which is why, I have never ever shared its contents.” 

“But… you’re now going to share it?... With me?” you spoke slowly, tilting your head to the side, trying to ascertain her intentions. 

“You may borrow it for one week, to copy it and to make your own. But you are not to share it with anyone else, and I expect it back this Friday.” She slowly extended it, and right as you reached for it she pulled it back, and you looked back to her. “And you now owe me.” She smirked, knowing you had no choice but to agree to that term. 

“I hardly think that’s fair considering I just brought you breakfast.” you rolled your eyes, and she went to put it back into her desk drawer until you snatched it. “Fine! Fine. I owe you.” 

“And?” she looked at you expectantly. 

“Thank you” you leaned in and kissed her, backing her into the desk. Your hands blindly reached for the tie on her robe, fingers gracelessly undoing the knot. “So this is how you always win.” you teased, whispering against her neck and you heard her scoff loudly before she smacked you. 

“I always win because I’m the best.” she mumbled, her breath catching in her throat as your fingers swept over her stomach, tickling her. 

“Yes, yes you are.” you murmured as you sunk down onto your knees, winking at her as you pulled her leg onto your shoulder. 

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