#elana barth x reader

[storiesofsvu]

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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[cabensonsgirly]

The cocky little smirk Elana does when she's biting her tongue is so attractive, and for what? Huh? Why does she have to be so attractive?? To have her opposition be too flustered to say anything?? A CRIME. A crime, Ms Elana "I'm so cocky and hot" Barth. A crime punishable by a million kisses! And you pounding me into your mattress with your strap.

#Elana Barth #Elana Barth x reader #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit

[evilregal2002]

I’m literally checking the Elana Barth x reader tag what feels like every hour because after reading Plea Deals by @storiesofsvu I’m obsessed. I mean I always had a small crush on judge Barth but now Defense Attorney Barth is just 🥵.

#Elana Barth #law and order svu #Elana Barth x Reader #I need more #like I feel like a junkie

[gamma-rae-bursts]

Writing Bingo Masterlist

prompts can be found here

@introverted-author

Sweater Weather ~ Jemily

Arla ~ Jemily

Gold Rush ~ Jemily

@iamnotoriginalphil

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

@storiesofsvu

Overtime ~ Rafael Barba x Reader

A Thin Line ~ Emily Prentiss x Reader

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

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

Plea Deals ~ Elana Barth x f!Reader

Fake It Till You Make It ~ Elizabeth Donnelly x f!Reader

@statelysapphic

Made for Me ~ Alex Blake x Reader

@virescent-v

School Yard Bully ~ Emily Prentiss x f!Reader

@drewcrew24

Cheetos ~ Jemily

@mickey-gomez

Gentle ~ Rita Calhoun x f!Reader

@gaelic-symphony

A Year in the Life: September ~ Temily

@prentiss-theorem

Courtroom Obsession ~ Olivia Benson x f!Reader

The Ex Factor ~ Melissa Schemmenti x f!Reader

Persuasion ~ Alex Blake x f!Reader

Thank you everyone for participating in my bingo! I loved all your fics so much, each time you tagged me in one of them it genuinely made my day 100 times better!

#raeswritingbingo

[thatesqcrush]

Telephone

Reader x Rafael Barba. CW: mutual masturbation (male and female), language. NSFW y’all. AN: small drabble related to the Long Way Home series, which was an SVU x The Good Wife AU. You can read that series here.

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“We will see you when you get home. We love you. Be safe.”

 Rafael smiled as he replayed your voicemail once more before placing his phone on airplane mode. He stared outside the window, watching the other planes line up towards the runway. He wondered what you were doing, as he left before you woke.

“Sir would you like anything?” a friendly voice spoke, breaking his reverie. Rafael turned to face the flight attendant. “Scotch neat please. Make it a double.”

 “Certainly, sir. First time going to Chicago?”

 “No, I’ve been there before - I had to help my wife with something,” Rafael replied. The flight attendant smiled as she reached into the drink cart for a plastic cup. She poured the scotch before handing it to him.

 “Well, she is very lucky to have such a handsome husband like you,” the flight attendant winked before moving on. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

Rafael’s felt his ears turn red and gave her a thin-lipped smile with a small nod. He reached into his wallet and took out the folded picture of you holding Willa, your daughter with your from your first marriage.

It wasn’t long after you had Willa that you and Rafael became more serious. Six months later he moved in, and another six months after that, you were both engaged. One year after that, the were married in a small civil ceremony presided by Judge Elana Barth who had become a close friend.

You and Rafael raised Willa as if she were his and in many ways, she was. Her first word was papi, and her first food at six months was boiled maduros, much to his mother, Lucia’s delight. But you also both made sure Will remained an important figure in her life. “Dos papis,” she would babble and then blow kisses at the photo of Will on the mantle next to the urn that contained his ashes.

Rafael would have preferred spending his weekend with his little family but like clockwork, Rafael had to get his continuing education credits in. While some could be done online, he did have to do some in person. And because he waited too late, nearly every live course within New York City conflicted with his court schedule. However, you found a loop-hole in which Rafael could teach a CLE for the final credit he needed. And there just happened to be an opening for an ethics CLE. But it just so happened to be in Chicago. You encouraged him to go - it was an easy day trip to and from NYC.

So there he was, waiting to take off. After taking a large swallow of scotch, Rafael opened his attaché and began going through his notes.

 ***

The three hour CLE went surprisingly well. The majority of questions asked were well thought out and intelligent. Rafael found that he enjoyed teaching and kept that knowledge in his back pocket to save for future use.

Since Rafael was flying back later that night back to New York, he felt as if he were a boomerang. He had some time between the CLE and his flight home later that night, so he rented a hotel room just to unwind. On his way back to the hotel, he texted you.

[Rafael, 2:45 PM: All done. I survived. Starved. How’s things?]

[Y/N, 2:47 PM: Good. Call me when you’re back in your room.]

At the time Rafael stared at his phone, puzzled. Eventually he made his way to the hotel and quickly checked in. Once in his room, he removed his suit jacket, unclipped his suspenders and rolled up his sleeves.

 He poured himself a drink from the mini fridge and opened a can of honey-roasted peanuts. Popping a handful of the sweetened legumes in his mouth, he opened his phone. He noticed there was a notification that he had a new message. It was from you.

Opening it, he found his mouth go dry and he had trouble swallowing. You had sent him a picture of you, on your stomach in nothing but lace panties, knees bent, ankles crossed. Rafael wasn’t sure how you even managed to take the picture, but boy was he glad you did. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants. Rafael dialed you and you answered on the first ring.

“Hello lover,” you purred. “I’ve missed you.”

“Amor, what is going on? How is Willa?” Rafael asked, curiously. He held the phone between his ear and shoulder and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Willa is fine. She’s with her abuelita and I don’t expect them to return for another hour or so. And I am all alone by myself,” you pouted. “I miss you.”

“Do you now?” Rafael questioned; his voice was low, almost gravely. He shrugged his shirt off, tossing it onto the chair besides the bed. He rubbed himself through his pants, trying to relieve some of the newly developing ache.

“Such a shame I’m not there,” Rafael continued. “The things we’d do...” Rafael unzipped his pants stepped out of them. Sitting back onto the bed, he made himself comfortable, sitting upright. His boxers had a considerable tent. Rafael reached into his boxers and pulled out his erection. He gave himself a quick stroke.

“Is that so,” you cooed into the phone. “Do tell me.”

Rafael closed his eyes, picturing you. “Are you in bed right now?”

“Mmm-hmm,” you affirmed. “Just like the picture I sent you.”

“Good girl,” Rafael replied. “Put me on speaker.”

“Okay,” you replied. Rafael could hear the background slightly echo, so he knew he was on speaker. After a beat, you were on the phone again. “I’m here.”

“Good girl,” Rafael replied. ““Are you thinking about it? Are you imagining me, there, with you?”

“Yes,” you replied, closing your eyes. The anticipation was making your heart race and you could feel a dampness in between your legs start to develop.

 “I want you to think about my lips touching yours; kissing you so hard. Then I would trace my tongue down to your neck and then down over your shoulder.”

“Mmm,” you sighed, as you ran the tips of your fingers up your sides, to the swell of your breasts, cupping.

“Are you touching yourself right now? Think about my fingers running over your skin, drawing on your stomach, teasing your hard nipples,” Rafael continued, stroking himself languidly. Rafael let his thumb glide across the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum.

“Imagine my my breath on you as I take one of those gorgeous tits in my mouth. Imagine my tongue licking and sucking your nipple. Imagine me rolling it gently between my teeth,” Rafael continued, his voice filled with lust.

You groaned as you pinched your nipples, imagining it was Rafael instead. “You’re a tease,” you murmured.

“Oh, cariño,” Rafael replied. “You’d know if I was teasing. Now I am making my way down your body. I am nestling in between your legs – fuck – tell me how wet you are.”

You used one free hand to slip under your panties and began to gently rub your clitoris. “My panties are soaked Rafael.”

“God, I would love to taste that sweet cunt of yours right now. I want to run my tongue over your clit. My tongue would tease you with soft little circles. Then, slide a finger inside you.”

You moaned as slipped a finger inside of your pussy. “I wish you were here,” you whined.

“God I wish was too,” Rafael replied. He stroked himself rhythmically, squeezing at the base with every downstroke. “I’d have you sit on my face while you sucked my cock.”

You moaned again, quickening your movements. “Oh Rafael.”

“How many fingers do you have in that sweet cunt?” Rafael asked with a grunt.

“Just one,” you whimpered.

“Stick another one, and then another… gotta get you ready for this big cock of mine,” Rafael hissed. “I know you want this cock.”

“Oh yes,” you moaned. “My pussy needs your cock.”

Rafael released himself and spit into his hand before resuming his movements, now stroking faster. He let out a moan, imagining it was you sucking and stroking him instead. “I think I'm going to cum just thinking about it. Fuck - I love hearing you moan like that...I bet you wish those fingers were mine.”

You couldn’t even respond. You were too focused on the pleasure building as you finger fucked yourself.

Rafael released himself once more to cup his balls, massaging gently before resuming his stroking. “Fuck I'm so hard right now. I wish I could bury my cock buried deep inside you.”

Eyes closed, he pictured the curves of your body, the sweat dripping off your skin. He imagined how good your pussy would feel wrapped around his cock, taking him deep. “I like it when you go on top; I love looking up at you, the look on your face when you start to cum as you bounce on my cock.”

“I – I am going to cum,” you warned, the coil in your belly about to explode.

“Come for me cariño,” Rafael commanded. You wailed Rafael’s name as you rubbed your clitoris in haphazard circles. You could feel your wetness pool under you, and onto the mattress.  

Hearing you cry out his name, set Rafael over. He moaned your name as his hips bucked; his balls felt heavy in his hands. That familiar coil in his gut also emerged, signaling his need for release. Rafael began to stroke himself feverishly, working faster and faster. Rafael’s hips jerked forward and he shouted your name as he came all over his hand and his stomach. Rafael continued to stroke himself languidly, squeezing out every last bit of cum. With a shuddering sigh, Rafael tried to bring his labored breathing back to normal.

“Fuck that was hot,” you replied from the other side. “I wish I was there – I’d lick up that mess you made.” Rafael’s cock twitched at your comment. “Fuck Y/N; you’re incorrigible.”

 “You love it,” you teased.

Rafael chuckled low, as he reached over to grab some tissues to clean up. “So, do you think my mom can take the baby for the night? So we can have some time to ourselves?”

“I don’t think we’ll have to twist your mom’s arm that much,” you smiled. “What time does your flight come in again?”

Fin

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[cabensonsgirly]

Sometimes Elana gives off such daddy vibes when she's being really cold towards Olivia and then other times she's so mommy. Both occasions though, I'll be on my knees for her strap🫡

#Elana Barth #elana barth x reader #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit

[storiesofsvu]

Elana Barth SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

While she may be harsh or hard on people in court or in her professional life, she’s always soft with you. She adores the tender moments and will always show her affection to a point, even in front of others. A small kiss on the cheek, a squeeze of the hand, an arm around the waist at events.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She’s going to be supportive, someone to bounce laughs and jokes off of despite her professional appearance, she’s a good friend, if you ever need some legal advice she’s the first person to go to. She’s supportive and makes sure that you make the right decisions in your life, guiding you in the right direction to make sure you succeed and that you’re happy. She values her friends happiness just as much as her own and her partner’s.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She’s not the biggest cuddler. She’s kinda not used to it, I don’t think her ex was super physically affectionate so the first time you drop against her on the couch wrapping your arms around her middle and snuggling up into her body she stalls for a minute, unsure of what to do but her hand does naturally fall to your hair to start to play with it. But over time she does find that she likes it and enjoys curling up on the couch with a nice glass of wine and a classic movie at the end of a long day.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She doesn’t want to get married again, it’s an absolute no and she won’t be talked into it no matter how hard anyone tries. She’s a judge/lawyer, she’s seen too many divorces, and her own wasn’t an easy one. She knows that she loves you, and that you love her, but she’s completely okay with just having a life partner. She will buy you a ring if you want it though. She’s good at cooking, and does her best to keep up with the cleaning (canon wise she has I think two boys, who are college aged) so she’s kinda been through hell with learning how to clean stuff over the years. While they are probably out of the house now so that helps. She’s not a gourmet chef or anything, but she’s a home cooked kind of gal and knows how to make some fancy stuff for at home date nights.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She’ll always do it in person. She doesn’t want to make anyone feel like they’re inadequate of that. She’ll be gentle, but also to the point and firm, if she thinks/says it’s over, it’s over. She’s either not in love with you, or doesn’t think that you’re on the same path or ever will be, and she’ll explain that to whatever extent you need. She’ll hope you can remain friends, but understands if there’s a little buffer period where you simply need some time before that can happen.

F = Fiancé( e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) oop. Covered this one already. She will commit to you and will gladly say that you’re the love of her life maybe even refer to you as her wife but she doesn’t want to go through all of that again, it’s a once and done.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically she’s almost always gentle. A tender touch of her hand on the small of your back, a soft kiss pressed to your cheek or hairline to remind you how much she loves you, her fingertips trailing across your skin after a lovemaking session. Emotionally she does her best but can be a little clipped, short tempered when it comes to certain things.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) She’s more of a hand resting on someone’s forearm while she kisses their cheek type. She’s not a big hugger until it comes to her kids and lbr, they’re at the age where hugging their mom is the ultimate of uncool. She will hug you in private though, lingering ones where she lets the two of you sink into each other’s embrace after a long day, the way to say the words without having to speak them.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She’s a little hesitant because of her failed marriage and issues with that kinda thing, but she can feel it long before she says it. She does her best to show it with actions instead of words too, making sure that you’re incredibly well taken care of, always have a nice hearty, healthy meal to eat, are supported mentally, physically and the like. She will shower you with affection to make sure you know you’re cared for no matter what.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) She’s not crazy jealous. She does get some insecurities when it comes to your relationship based on people flirting with you while the two of you are out, but you’re always quick to turn them down and move back to her side, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. Most of the time it’s just cause for a little eye roll and she ignores it, knowing you can handle it and will always come home with her.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are sweet and soft, a hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking across your skin while her lips move against yours. She loves to kiss you anywhere she can, but is partial to the tip of your nose and your temple, little ‘I love you’s’ without having to say it. You have a habit of kissing the inside of her wrist that she absolutely adores and it makes her melt.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) She’s great with kids! She really likes them and will gladly pick up babysitting shifts for friends and coworkers because she loves the younger ones but doesn’t want to have any more of her own. With her own kids/teenagers/older ones she can be firm, but fair. She reminds them to be smart and safe on the daily basis and they know that she’s not about to pull strings to make things “go away” if they get in trouble. I think that, especially post divorce as long as both her boys are in college in nyc, she insists that they come over for Sunday dinner weekly. And they’re not gonna complain about free food or help with laundry and assignments.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Her mornings are lazy, especially once she’s moved to defence, and especially if she’s not needed in court first thing in the morning. She likes to wake up before the alarm, limbs tangled with yours as the sun starts to move through your room, soft kisses and little laughs as you both start to wake up and murmur sweet nothings to each other. She’ll likely get up to grab coffee, fixing yours exactly how you like it, bringing it back to bed as the two of you work through the crossword, sudoku, read the paper and get caught up on things before starting your day. On weekends she’ll likely throw together an easy breakfast that she brings back to bed and the two of you eat together in pure comfort before finally getting out of bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Evenings are usually spent talking over your days, catching up on your weeks if you don’t live together yet. Elana will pour you out a nice glass of wine so you can perch up on the kitchen island while she flits around the space starting to make dinner. It depends on the week, how tired she is, dinner ranges from simple things like a spaghetti Bolognese or cheese ravioli, up to an herb crusted rack of lamb with double baked potatoes or the fancy nights when she goes all out and makes you a dinner of beef wellington and crème brulee for dessert.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think she’s pretty open about most things. She’ll tell you right away that she has kids, even if they’re old enough to be out of the house already because she knows it can be a deal breaker, and she’s always pretty open about her divorce and how things went down, even if they weren’t great. Though she might hold back some of the details if they’re a little gruesome. You likely won’t find out about her getting shot until you’re in bed after a night of lovemaking and you’re curled into her sides, your hands tracing patterns across her body and you ask about the scar. She assures you that she’s fine and has dealt with all of that, it’s nothing to worry about.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

After raising two boys and years on the bench, she knows how to control her anger and can be incredibly patient. You know she’s at her limit when her face hardens and she simply raises a brow in your direction and you immediately shut up. She likes to talk things through and is thankful that you know how to read her so there are rarely ever any yelling matches and you’re able to communicate like adults.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I think she’s got a very good memory. I think that has to be a trait of a lot of judges, they’ve got to remember details for each case and the like to make the appropriate ruling when the jury isn’t there. So she’s sharp, quick, and will always add reminders to her calendar for the super important days like fancy date nights, anniversary’s, birthdays and such. She’s also very likely to remember the little details, she knows exactly what your favourite comfort food is when you’re sick, vs what your comfort food is when you’re on your period (cause they’re different, from the meal down to the type of ice cream). She knows your favourite shows, and your favourite movies. She also knows which ones you watch when you’re having a bad day, or are struggling through something so she’ll always notice that when she comes home to you watching one and gently nudge her way in until you’re talking to her.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

She’s partial to something like the first time she came home after a terrible and long day to find you in the kitchen, all cozy and cute, maybe even having stolen one of her sweaters while you move through the space with ease cooking the two of you dinner. You had no clue she’d had a bad day, you just felt like doing something nice and she absolutely melted at the gesture.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s protective and always a little worried, especially thanks to her job and all the risks that come with it, but she’s not overbearing. She’s not going to get extreme until there is a threat against her and whatever level of protection she gets she makes sure you and her kids get the same.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Weekly date nights are out on the town, usually a nice dinner followed by drinks or a movie. They’re at little bistros, nice little family owned places and sometimes up at fancier places for the more important nights. Her gifts are always well thought out and very sentimental and you adore every single one of them. In every day life Elana brings you coffee every single day, whether you wake up together or she makes a pit stop at your apartment or work place, she adores you and that’s one of the easiest ways for her to show how much.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

The usual overworking. That when she’s tired she can get a bit snippy, nothing too over the top ever but when she does you simply raise a brow, pulling the case file from her and telling her to get ready for bed, that it’s time to relax.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s not anything crazy, but will always make sure she looks presentable before she leaves the house, especially if going out or going to work. She’s not one to be caught with a messy top knot kinda thing.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) I don’t think she would. She spent a good chunk of her life with her ex and was always her own woman/human being/had a substantial reputation without even needing to look at her ex. So she’s very much her own person no matter what, but she does always remind you just how much she cares about you and just how much you help make her a better person.

X = Xtra (A random head canon for them.) Thanks to her sons, she’s super invested in sports and will never even really understand why, but she doesn’t miss a game, and if the kids are in town, it’s their nice way of bonding.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) She needs a partner that has some kind of drive, some kind of motivation, a life outside of her/your relationship. She’s already had an entire life, and not that she ever says that it’s more important than you, because it certainly isn’t, but she needs for you to have your own life before her too kinda thing, if that makes sense?

 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) She’s got a little bit of trouble sleeping. A frequent flyer in he department of melatonin, or staying up far too late marathoning television because she just isn’t tired or maybe even has anxiety about going to bed and lying there not being able to turn her mind off. She much prefers the nights that you’re with her, where she can hold you to her, feeling your heartbeat, your steady breath as you sleep, it relaxes her and grounds her, lulling her into a relaxing sleep.

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Elana Barth Masterlist

One Shots:

Plea Deals**

Headcanons/Drabbles:

SFW Alphabet

Series:

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What wips do you have currently, and what's on your list to get to?

Woof. Loaded question.

Brb while i get the laptop & wip notebook out lol.

How do I even organize this?! LOL. okay, starting with what is already in word with a blurb/prompt/etc. I'll give ya the working titles/how i've referenced them if i have/if they provide context.

Addison Montgomery: -1 fluffy xmas related for bingo (holiday party i think? where the dr's meet reader for the first time)

Abigail Borin: 2 smut pieces

Rafael Barba: 1 smut, 1 angst based on Good For You(potential), Barba x the cam girl series,

Barhoun: 1 mini series, harvard au including carisi and amanda. 1 fluff, 1 poly fluff. 1 poly series where they meet reader at a sex club and show her what it's all about. 1 smut one shot involving some pegging. 1 poly!barhoun where they're struggling to make it work and realize a third is what they're missing.

Alex Blake: "fluff wip" no clue what that is lol. she's also got another series on the docket that i should probs start working on the outline for soon.

Calvak: girl dinner smut, it's nearly done.

this is gonna get long so keep reading lol

"Club Sandwich wip": yn's friends with JJ, has met most of the team over the years. she's casually dated both emily and alex, now she meets tara and emily teases her about who she's gonna take home and then comes up with a solution where she doesn't have to choose.

Emily Prentiss: halloween smut where new kinks are discovered, obvi Solace in Solitude is a wip, fluffy one shot where the team discovers emily's married for the first time, a s*gar m*mmy Emily x reader series that will likely be the next one i work on. There are 2 other series i've been thinking about that i can't really say too much without giving away the major plot points LOL.

Heather Dunbar: heather x the stripper series, heather & her plaything series, where she's married but her & rob have a relatively open arrangement, also xmas cards fluff piece for bingo. There's also a big political thriller style series I may delve into that would be poly jackie x reader x heather

Hotch: 1 smut piece for xmas bingo, 1 probably series ft hotch x jack's ft babysitter (like a full ass in their 30's childcare person, no huge age gap shit).

Also while we're talking about Hotchner's, I've got a couple of ideas for Haley Hotchner x reader series that would be a combo of fluff and hurt/comfort/angst.

Joe Velasco: a series AU where he never got out of the gangs, rises through the ranks to be one of the top guys. he and yn meet at a bar and she's not quite sure what he does. -Also a semi follow up to Under Over where they go UC together again but with the roles reversed, it might just be a one shot. -1 fluffy/semi smutty one shot where they're admitting feelings

Sonny Carisi: a hurt/angst piece where he and reader realize their relationship is over

Elana Barth: has a couple of smutty pieces, and some more req's in the ask box rn. and a series idea floating around

Olivia Benson: 2 smut, 2 angst/hurt pieces. One of which i'm attempting to focus on to get done lol.

Rita Calhoun series: x a make up artist who rita takes a liking to but reader is concerned she has a deal breaker. 1 mob boss rita AU. 1 vampire!rita AU (this one will feature the rest of the squad, all supernatural creatures and a crossover ft criminal minds)

Elizabeth Keane: 1 bingo one shot, 2 potential series.

Temily: 1 smut piece, 1 comfort fluffy piece

Tara Lewis: another couple of comfort fluffy pieces. i think there's a smut piece hiding somewhere too.

There's a handful of other random ideas ive had that i've scribbled down in word for series including various characters, another svu x criminal minds crossover. I've got an idea for an Amelia Shepherd series that I'm gonna start thinking more about after christmas.

And all of the above doesn't include what's currently sitting in my inbox lol.

I'm going to continue focusing on one shots over the xmas season esp with the extra responsibilities at work. So if there's something specific you want to see first, lmk and if you want it really bad/faster, you know where to buy me a kofi.

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So maybe… “You can take it, you’ve done it before.” “Spread your legs for mommy, I want to see you.” “Do you need to use your safeword, darling?”

For Elana Barth x Reader? Idk I honestly just feel that they work really well. I feel like she would totally destroy/rail you but make sure you’re okay by asking for your safe word. Also love you’re work absolutely obsessed 😍

Love this.

And thank you!!🥰🫶🏻

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Señorita, Ch. 9

Rafael Barba x Reader. Set right after The Undiscovered Country. AN/CW: It’s the end! I know, I know. Anyway, just fluff! Thank you to all of my lovely readers who came along this ride.

Tags: @madpanda75 @ottosuricato @delia26 @dreila03 @sass-and-suspenders @glimmerglittergirl @melsquared79 @mommakat32 @garturbo @southern-magnolia @niyashell @tropes-and-tales

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It was daybreak. You looked over at Rafael’s sleeping form and you smiled. His hair was tussled, sticking in all directions. His breath was deep, completely unaware that you were awake. Your eyes raked over his body, half of which was covered by a sheet. You felt butterflies in your stomach as your recalled how that very body sent you to heaven with its heat and power.

Rafael rolled over, so he was lying on his back. His lips were parted slightly. You thought back on how soft they were all of the times he kissed you.

You crept out of bed, and grabbed the soft silk robe that hung from the back of your door and made your way to the kitchen where you fetched a glass of water.

Your thirst now quenched, you made your way back to bed. You tossed the robe onto the chair by the bed. As you crawled back into bed, Rafael stirred and he opened his eyes. Your eyes met and he smiled sleepily at you. Rafael pulled you close to him and held you close to his chest. You could hear a heartbeat; you wondered if it was yours or if it was his.

You weren’t sure where this - whatever this was, was heading. But you couldn’t wait to find out.

***

Three Years Later

Rafael sat in the front row, excited and nervous at once. Judge Elana Barth smiled at him and cleared her throat before speaking.

“It’s an honor to be here with you all today. And I am here to celebrate a friend who achieved a long time dream. One that is long overdue. In all of my time on the bench, never have I come across someone as passionate for the law as Rafael Barba. He’s been in the trenches long enough to know what it takes to be a good judge. He’s been on both sides, as a prosecutor and as a defendant. And to be a good judge, you have to know, that it’s not just about the law. It’s about the people. And you have to be willing to listen to all sides.”

Elana’s voice quivered as she continued to speak, “New York County is gaining a great judge; we are so excited to have you with us. At this time Rafael, I would like to ask for you to come up; it will be my privilege to put your robe on for you.”

The courtroom that would eventually become Rafael’s presiding courtroom erupted in applause as Elena helped Rafael put on his black robe.

They embraced tightly and then posed for a picture. Elana returned to the microphone, while Rafael took in the sight before him: his mother, who was dabbing her eyes, all of SVU, as well as close family and friends as well.

His eyes stopped on you. You met his eyes and smiled. You looked at the baby on your lap and made the baby wave, by lifting his chubby arm. Rafael felt his eyes mist.

“Rafael, it is time for you to take your oath,” Elana continued. Rafael nodded at you and you made your way up to the bar. You handed your son to Lucia who happily embraced him. The three of you walked towards Rafael and Elena.

Elana handed you the Bible, and you held it. Rafael placed his left hand on it, and raised his right hand.

“...I will faithfully and impartially discharge and perform all the duties incumbent upon me under the Constitution and laws of the United States and state of New York, so help me God.”

Rafael could barely manage to complete the last sentence, his voice cracking.

“Without further ado, I present to you, the Honorable Rafael Barba!” Elana congratulated and the courtroom erupted into applause once more.

Lucia hugged her son, tightly. “Oh juez, your abuelita would be so proud.”

Rafael nodded. “I know, mamí.” Rafael looked at his son. “So Jorge, are you proud of your papa?”

Jorge looked at his father, his big green eyes staring in wonder and blew a spit bubble in response. Rafael laughed and took him out of Lucia’s arms.

The celebration eventually came to an end and everyone said their goodbyes. Lucia came to take Jorge and you promised her that you and Rafael would meet her at home.

You and Rafael walked out of 60 Centre Street hand in hand. As you both made your way across the street, Rafael stopped short and looked up at the courthouse. Elena’s words rang in his head and his mind flashed back to the Householders.

“So,” you began, looking up at Rafael. “How does it feel?”

Rafael sighed, crinkling his nose, unsure as to how to answer. “Like everything has come full circle. Thank you for encouraging me to run. After everything with baby Drew, I didn’t think it would ever happen. I didn’t think any of this would happen. In all my life I didn’t think I’d be so lucky to get a second chance.”

You leaned up and kissed Rafael gently. Your tongue swirled over his bottom lip before you nipped it. Rafael let out a small growl.

You broke the kiss and patted Rafael’s bearded cheek. “I was thinking we could take a trip to celebrate your judgeship.”

“¿A donde señorita?” Rafael questioned, turning back to look at the courthouse once more.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I was thinking of a tiny resort in Cuba. Ya know, with the nude beach,” you replied with a wink. “But we’ll get you better fitting swim shorts this time guapo.”

Rafael’s cheeks pinked. “How soon can we leave?”

FIN

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