#law and order drabble

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Can You Stay?

Olivia Benson x fem!reader

Warnings: sexual assault/rape (not graphic or anything, this takes place after the fact), trauma, hospitals, rape kit, established relationship, hurt/comfort, some explicit language, brief mentions of self-harm

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: You're assaulted by a man the SVU just can't seem to convict. Olivia is used to victims, she's used to the aftermath of a rape. She's not used to walking through it with someone she loves as much as you.

“Let me see her!” Olivia yelled, shoving Fin so hard he slammed into a wall.

“Liv, you can’t be here as a cop,” Elliot argued, holding her back.

Olivia ran her hands through her hair, angry beyond reason and worried out of her mind. “I’m not, Elliot! I’m here because my girlfriend got raped. Now get the fuck out of my way so I can take care of her!”

Elliot lifted his hands in surrender. “Alright, just… you gotta let us do our job, okay?”

Olivia shoved past him and into your apartment, desperate to find you, to see you, to hold you and protect you. When she found you, shaking and huddled in a corner of your bedroom, it shattered her, but she didn’t feel sad, not yet. That would come soon, she knew. What she felt now was blinding, white hot anger at the man who’d done this to you.

You were so traumatized you didn’t even seem to notice her. Your eyes were glazed over, and you rocked back and forth, your head banging lightly into the wall each time. Munch sat on a corner of your bed, and Olivia looked at him, silently asking if you’d said anything yet. John shook his head. So it had just been the 9-1-1 call so far then.

Olivia lowered herself onto the floor next to you, careful not to touch you, to frighten you. Your hair was dripping wet, and the water had blotched your t-shirt. Her stomach sank. It was him again–Cleary–she just knew it.

“Sweetheart,” she started, her voice soft, looking into your blurry eyes. “It’s just me.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, but your eyes filled with tears, and you started banging your head against the wall with more force.

Olivia placed her hand between your head and the wall to soften the blows. You wanted to hurt yourself. You wanted to hurt so much that you forgot what had come before. But you couldn’t bear to hurt Olivia. You put your head in your hands instead and when you finally spoke, your voice was small and hoarse.

“I can’t stop shaking.”

“It’s okay,” she soothed, still not touching you. She’d let you initiate touch if you wanted to. “That’s normal. You’re in shock, okay, baby? It’ll pass.”

“He came in my window, Liv,” you stuttered, unable to breathe deeply enough, your fingers tingling with the lack of oxygen. “He came in my window. I thought it was locked. It– it sh– should have– been l–locked.”

You scrunched your eyes shut and shrunk into Olivia, her arms wrapping firmly and protectively around you as you buried your face in her neck and gasped for breath. She rubbed your back, resting her chin on the top of your head.

“Shh,” she whispered. “Just breathe, baby, breathe.”

Elliot entered the room and sat on the bed with John. Olivia met his eyes, and she saw that he hated to do this. They were always aware of the ways in which an investigation might come off as insensitive to the victim. In fact, they did everything they could to be kind and empathetic and caring. But it had never been clearer than it was now that questions and probing, while necessary, would likely only make your horrific night worse. 

You coughed, trying to desperately get enough air, the room swirling around you. You tried, you tried so hard to fight the darkening edges of your consciousness, but you couldn’t breathe. The last thing you remembered before blacking out was grabbing onto Olivia’s jacket.

“Shit,” Olivia muttered, as your body fell limp against her. “El–”

“On it,” he said, pulling out his radio and walking to the living room. “Yeah, we need a bus at Mott and Spring. Unconscious female. Rape victim, panic attack.”

Olivia laid you gently on the ground, brushing your hair out of your face and placing her fingers on your neck to ensure you had a pulse. It was hard to pass out from a panic attack–which showed just how scared you were. She sighed and watched you, holding back tears, as she brushed her thumbs back and forth across your wrist. She wanted to feel your heartbeat. Just to be safe.

“You okay?” John asked her.

Olivia shook her head, biting her lip. “No.” She smiled wryly, her eyes wet. “But I am dangerously close to committing a felony.”

“We’ll get him, Liv,” John assured her.

“We haven’t yet.”

“We will.”

When you jerked awake, gasping, your heart still racing, Olivia squeezed your hands and bent down close to you. “Hey,” she soothed. “Hey, you’re okay. It’s okay. I’m right here. Just keep breathing.”

She lifted your head onto her lap and you curled into yourself, your hand gripping tightly to hers. When the paramedics came, you shrank away from them and into Olivia, who might very well have assaulted an EMT to keep anyone from touching you and further traumatizing you.

“Can you walk?” she asked, and you nodded. “I got her,” she said forcefully to the paramedic who reached out for your arm.

Olivia walked you out of the room, out of your apartment, down the elevator, and into the back of the ambulance. She never once let you go, never once removed her arm from around your shoulder, glaring bullets at anyone who even came close to you.

Rape kits were always hard, no matter who the victim was, but it was excruciatingly hard now that it was you. Olivia almost couldn’t look at you as you talked the doctor at the ER through your assault. She wanted to cry, she wanted to shoot something, she wanted to hold you and never let you go. She would do anything, anything, to go back in time and have you stay at her place instead. Or, even better, to have been at yours so she could have shot the son of a bitch in self-defense. She didn’t know if she’d ever forgive herself for not being there.

You cried when they swabbed you, your body tensing in panic, hand squeezing Olivia’s so hard that little half moons formed on her skin under your nails. Olivia looked at the ceiling, willing herself not to cry. She felt like her heart was being fed through a shredder. It hurt more than anything, hurt so bad she was nearly bent over with it, to watch you cry. To watch your body flinch away from touch and comfort. To watch you poked and prodded and examined under the harsh fluorescent lights, the smell of alcohol sterilizer permeating everything, when you had already been through so much.

When they finally discharged you, Olivia pulled your softest, most oversized t-shirt and sweatpants out of her bag. She’d brought them from your apartment, knowing that they’d take your clothes for evidence. She dressed you gently, carefully, your eyes bloodshot, face streaked and puffy from tears.

She had Elliot drive you both to her apartment in a squad car, knowing you wouldn’t want to see anyone else, that you wouldn't be able to stomach a cab or the subway.

In the apartment, you sat on the edge of her bed, face blank, terrified to go to sleep. You couldn’t say anything, couldn’t speak. It was as if, after telling what had happened, your voice had switched off.

Olivia brushed your hair out of your face, bending down to look into your eyes.

“Do you think you can try to sleep, sweetheart?”

You nodded, exhaustion hitting you hard as the hours of adrenaline started to wear off. You crawled into bed, and Olivia pulled the covers over you. You struggled to keep your eyelids open, and Olivia gently kissed your forehead.

“Go to sleep, baby,” she whispered. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise.”

You grabbed her hand as she stood to leave, turning off the light.

“Can you stay?” you whimpered, tears welling up again, no matter how hard you tried to fight them.

Olivia wordlessly lifted the covers and pulled your body into hers, and you breathed easy for the first time in hours. Her arms were strong around you, her heartbeat sure and steady, hands soft as they ran through your hair. And you knew, you knew, that she would keep you safe.

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[altsvu]

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🧞Barba + 53 from the smut prompt list (re: tattoo) please & thanks! 💜

tattoo ridden

pairing: rafael barba x fem!reader

prompt used: “Is that a tattoo?” from the 100 smut prompt list!

wc: 700

summary: your first time having sex with rafael is a magical one, and when he notices a fairly interesting tattoo on your body, it’s almost like he went feral.

cw: dirty talk, smut (oral, teasing)

a/n: anything smutty with rafael is like the best, so thank you so much for sending this in lovely, i’m so sorry it took so long for me to write it! 🥲

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Rafael wasted no time getting intimate with you. It was literally out the car, out the clothes, and in the bed.

A year back, you and Rafael got together, but you wanted to take things slow, and he agreed.

But now, you felt ready.

It was another long day at the precinct, for you at least. It had gotten to the point where Liv even told you to go home. You liked to get ahead of things because you knew you would dread drowning in paperwork after the fact.

This particular night, however, was a different story for Rafael. He wanted to surprise you. It was you and his’s 1 year anniversary and he wanted to make the day special as can be.

You didn’t forget about your anniversary, you had gotten him a gift, you just didn’t have the time to go drop it off at his office.

So there you were sitting at your desk filling out paperwork when a very familiar figure appeared in your sight. You quickly found out that it was Rafael.

“Rafa.” You smiled, getting up from your desk.

“Hi baby.” Rafael smiled back, pulling you into a hug. “Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary.”

Rafael planted kisses on your lips. You then went back to your desk, and Rafael followed suit, pulling up a chair to sit next to you.

“Paperwork again?”

You nodded. “You know how I am Rafa.”

“I’m staying here until you finish. I wanna take you home tonight.” Rafael said, reaching over to stroke your thigh.

You smirked, knowing what he meant.

“Duly noted, Counselor.”

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Rafael finally got you home. Beforehand, you gave him your gift, which was a watch he’d been eyeing for months. He was ecstatic when he opened the box. After, he pulled out his gift, which was a matching gold necklace and bracelet set. He took the liberty of putting them on you.

Out the car.

Out the clothes.

In the bed.

“I know we talked about it, but are you sure about this? About everything?”

“Yes, Rafa.” You responded, helping him out of his suit. The only suit you wanted him in was his birthday suit.

“Okay.” He smiled.

With that, the two of you wasted no more time getting in the bed and each other naked. Clearly the second step was ignored.

Rafael loved your body and he wanted to admire it all night long. When he touched your naked body for the first time ever, you felt chills running throughout your body and you didn’t want him to stop. His hands felt so nice against your skin. In this moment, his hands were creeping up to your boobs and something special resided in that region.

Your infamous side boob tattoo.

To be quite honest, it was a simple flower, but it was your favorite tattoo.

Rafael’s hand reached it and the chills stopped for a moment.

“Is that a tattoo?”

“Yes.”

The room light was on, so Rafael was able to take a peek under the covers to look at it.

“It’s beautiful.” He whispered, starting to suck on your nipples. He kissed all around the area, as well as the tattoo, and that made you so much more aroused.

He was good with his mouth. So when he finished with your boobs and went to your pussy without a warning, you knew you were going to fold instantly. He made you feel good, and that’s all that mattered in this moment. His lips touched your clit and he sucked on it softly to get you started. He started using his tongue in all the right places, and pushed a finger inside. His intentions were to get you to come for him.

Hard.

“Rafa” escaped your lips numerous times while he was doing this.

“I love when you say my name like that, Y/N. It’s so hot.” Rafael mumbled against your thighs. He got up and leveled with you, and pushed his fingers inside you again, all while he planted kisses on your lips and chest.

The next thing you knew, he was inside you, and it felt amazing. He felt amazing.

It was a good thing the two of you waited.

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[pastafossa]

A Brief Existential Crisis (Matt Murdock x f!Reader; Fic)

Because this fluffy idea wouldn’t let me go so now you all get a drabble. Set in TRT!Verse but not required reading. SFW. Minor spoilers for ep 8 of She Hulk!

"She didn't know who I was," Matt said mournfully, staring blindly up at you.

"I'm sorry," you said, radiating as much sympathy as you could while also still kinda distracted by the Los Angeles weather report on the hotel tv. How was 68 degrees considered freezing?

"No one else recognized me either," he mumbled, his chest heaving on a great sigh. "All night. One guy even called me a gold ninja devil."

"Ridiculous," you agreed as he slowly edged his head further into your lap. You forced down your grin, which was especially difficult when his expression was so pitiful, not unlike that of a kitten caught in the rain. "Yes? What is it, beloved husband of mine?"

"You know what I want." He made a sad little noise, arching further into your lap until his head bumped your opposite hand where you'd settled it on your thigh. "Please, sweetheart. I need the dopamine after everything that happened."

You snorted and gave in, running your fingers fondly through his dark hair. You even made sure to scratch with your nails just for the way it made him purr and melt into your lap, his eyes rolling back as his mouth fell slack.

Unfortunately, this particular existential crisis was too great to be struck low but something so minor as your fingers in his hair.

"Is it... the suit?" he mumbled, the words just a little slurred. "Not... mm, mm.... recognizable?"

Honestly, considering the color, he's now recognizable from space.

It was just a good thing he was handsome enough to pull it off.

"You're always recognizable as the only Devil-based hero with any real charm," you said confidently, keeping your thoughts to yourself. You shifted your fingers to his temple, scratching at a new spot. You were rewarded with a blatant moan, Matt's toes curling in his socks. "Trust me. It's not you. It's them. LA is, uh... just... more focused on... its own thing. You know how it is. So fuck em. You're still my favorite even if they don't know you."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. And think about it this way. You might be less known, but that just means you're like, uh..."

"...I'm small-time," he sighed gloomily. "Just admit it."

"Hang on, I've got a comparison coming." You rolled your head up, narrowing your eyes at the ceiling in thought as Matt rolled over to burrow in against your abdomen with an exaggerated groan of sorrow. But there was no hiding his grin, not once you could feel it. "Don't suffocate yourself just yet."

He mumbled something unintelligible, and presumably tragic and martyr-y.

It took you a minute, but then you nodded. "Ok, I've got it."

He grunted, and tipped his head a little in prompting until you started dragging your fingers through his hair again, this time at the back of his head where the Devil mask always made him sore. The, "Mm?" he let out in response was glutted and thick, like the slurred purr of a cat on its back in a puddle of sunshine.

"You are basically one of those 'best kept secrets of the city' things," you said lightly. "All the tourists flock to the flashy stuff, restaurants that are shiny and get all the attention. But the locals know where the good stuff is, the quality stuff, and they know the best burgers always come from that one mom and pop hole in the wall. They don't tell the non-locals, cause someone might steal the recipe or buy it out. That's what you are. You're that burger."

There was a pause, and then he tipped his face up so you could see his warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That was very sweet."

"Thank you."

"It's also horseshit."

You groaned, rolling your head back as he laughed and dropped his head back onto your lap. "Come on, it was a good comparison!"

"No, no, there's no helping it. I just have to grieve my murdered ego," he sighed, blinking sadly up at you. Or your chin, really, but it was close enough. "There is one thing that might help me feel better, though, and distract me from my wounded pride."

"What's that?"

He hummed, licking his lips as he rolled onto his side, his head still on your lap, close enough for him to nuzzle at your abdomen. "I could eat."

Your brow furrowed. "We literally ate an hour ago. We went through In-N-Out. You were not impressed, you blasphemer."

He hummed, before leaning in and pointedly nipping the waistband of your sweats.

Oh.

"I'm hungry, sweetheart," he murmured, tipping his head down towards your lap as he drew in a slow inhale. "So hungry and empty where all my pride used to be. Can't I just have a little to help fill that void?"

"Oh my god, Matt," you choked out, two seconds away from losing it as he rolled upright to grab your legs and drag you down the bed until you were flat on your back.

"You're the one that chose food for your metaphor," he said with a grin, nudging your legs apart. "I'm just following my wife’s example."

"Oh alright, I suppose I could be charitable just this once. You did get spanked by a Hulk today, after all."

"She caught me. She didn't-"

"Spanked," you repeated gleefully, making him snort. "Want me to kiss the print on your ass and make it better?"

"At least let me eat dinner first."

"Fine. But I expect it as my tip at the end."

"Deal."

#matt murdock x f!reader #the red thread #daredevil x f!reader #daredevil #matt murdock #fic #fanfic #drabble #reader #reader fic #reader insert #she hulk attorney at law spoilers #matt using his misfortune in order to get sympathetic head scratches #and dinner while he's at it

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab/fem!Reader Character: Trafalgar Law Kink: #8 Breeding Kink Prompt: #9 "Fuck, you feel so good." Gift Giver: @jadedrrose

Summary: Law promises to attend to you thoroughly, after you spent all day wanting his attention.

Content Notes: vaginal fingering, light begging, praise, dirty talk, cream pie, soft dom Law

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Your hands were on the backs of your knees, holding onto your legs as Law’s hands pressed into your thighs, helping you spread your legs wider for him. The position was embarrassing, more so because he’d spent a few minutes just looking at you while you held yourself open for him. Those golden eyes didn’t seem to miss anything, and the tip of his tongue over his upper lip as he nearly leered at you already had your breath coming out heavy.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, hand running down your thigh as he unbuttons his jeans, pushing the pants and boxers down and stroking his stiffening cock slowly.  The way your expression changed when you saw his dick just turned him on more.

It wasn’t fear, not after the first time when the size had darkened your features a little, but now it was just desire. Greedy, needy, desperately obvious for him to see, and he loved it.

“Law, please,” you beg a little, shifting your hips.

“Begging already? Not even going to let me play with you a little first?” He hums the words, moving his hand from his shaft to your slit, pressing a finger against your lips. He moves it up and down a little, grinning as he pushes a long finger inside you.

“You’re already so wet.” He pushes a second finger in, causing you to gasp as a lewd wet sound fills the air. “When you said you’d been thinking about me all day, you meant you’d been thinking about doing this with me all day, hm?”

You avert your face, gnawing on your lip a little. You hear Law chuckle quietly, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

“I’m flattered,” he assures you, leaning back and lining himself up with your soaking pussy. “If you’ve been wanting this all day, I won’t keep you waiting.”

He pushes in a little, grabbing onto your thigh once the tip’s in, and pushing your legs back as he sinks into you slowly. You let out a shaky breath as he fills you up, feet flexing as you try your best to stay still.

“That’s my good little snowdrop.” He sighs, moving your legs so your ankles are against his shoulders, threading his fingers through yours and holding your hands as he begins to move slowly. Your legs trembling against his chest make it difficult for him to continue his slow pace, but he’s not ready to rush yet.

“You always… feel so good,” he says, leaning over you. The motion presses your legs back, though not any more than they had been earlier. “Everything from your trembling limbs,” he teases, kissing your ankle. “To your tight, trembling, sweet fucking pussy.” He nearly growls the words, pinning your hands into the bed and snapping his hips into you to punctuate each word.

Law grinds his hips into you, pushing deep and leaning into you more. You gasp at the sensation, squirming under him as he begins to thrust into you, leaning low enough your legs slip off his shoulders and rest into the crooks of his arms.

He slows a little, lips brushing against yours, following behind an airy gasp from you, and kissing you deeply. His hands hold onto your tightly as his tongue pushes in your mouth, hips pushing him deeper and grinding into your clit with each shift and movement. You turn your head to the side, drawing in a deep breath and shaking from the pleasure building.

“Please!” You gasp as he kisses and licks your neck, pushing pleasure into you as you twist and tremble under him. “Please, La-Law.”

“Mmm, please what?” He murmurs into your skin, teeth sliding against tender flesh and pulling shivering gasps from you.

“F-fill me up. Cum… inside me, please.” You beg, a moan rattling in your chest as his teeth press into your skin just deep enough to make your back try to arch, despite being pressed into the mattress.

“Anything for you, (Y/N).” He agrees, nipping at your earlobe a little before he adjusts enough to start thrusting into you almost roughly. His breath is coming out heavy and you realize he was holding himself back for a while, almost as though he was waiting for you to ask for it.

His hips buck erratically, thrusting almost harshly as you feel him empty himself inside you. His fingers tighten against yours, flexing jerkily as a soft grunt turns into a few heavy breaths. He shifts his hips slowly, grinding against your clit and keeping you on edge while he takes a moment to recover.

“I’m going to fill you up twice as much as I make you cum,” he insists, grinning as he starts to move his hips more. “Or maybe I’ll make you cum twice as much as I fill you up.” He corrects, leaning low and speaking right by your ear.

“I’m sure you’ll be too full of cum and pleasure to know which one it was by the end of it.”

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#birthday request event #one piece drabble #reader insert #x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #oh jaded roses! this fell off my list!!! I am sorry it's a little delayed. #I've been trying to do these in order of receipt a LITTLE #and then by how easily an idea comes to me after that #but at some point a few fell off T-T I hope this was worth the wait #please feel free to make another request if you like #This was really fun to write - I don't really see Law as one much for dirty talk #but it just worked so well in the setup I couldn't pass it up.

[smartycvnt]

"You can't be so reckless, we have a family now!" With Rafael Barba and cop!reader please?

"Rafa, I wasn't going to let a kid get shot," you argued. He glanced down at the toddler fast asleep in his arms. "Don't you dare use her against me."

"I know that it's selfish, but I don't think there is anything more important than our daughter growing up with her mother. That boy made his own choices that led him there."

"Look, nobody died today. Let's just focus on that," you grumbled.

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[idontplaytrack]

Sick

Olivia Benson x college student daughter! reader

Warnings: implied sexual assault, coarse language. your typical SVU case discussion scenes.

Reader becomes an SVU case. Olivia gets the shock of her life seeing you walk into the precinct, teary eyed and bruised all over.

It was two a.m., the smell of the precinct’s cheap coffee hung around the air as the squad was in a heated discussion of their leads for a current case. Everybody was a little annoyed due to the lack of sleep, Liv included. Especially Liv— she was in charge. Fighting the sleep and taking another gulp of the black coffee, her ears perked up when she heard footsteps approaching herself and her squad. Her eyes briefly out of focus due to tiredness but quickly came into focus. She squints, her heart sank to the floor when she realised who it was. It was you. In tears, bruised jaw, bleeding cheek. She rushes over to you, asking you what happened.

She knew you weren’t supposed to be home from college until the day after. So you must’ve came back early. You disclosed the attack to your Mother, who then accompanied you to the hospital for an examination. She sat by your side as you laid on the exam table, feeling more vulnerable and in pain than ever as the doctor began asking you questions, swabbing, poking and prodding you. Each action sent a knife through Liv’s heart— she lets you squeeze her hand to divert away the inescapable pain, your cries made her want to double over and burst into tears, but she stayed strong for you. After a few hours, you were finally back home— the sun was rising, signalling the start of a new day but the adrenaline…it was wearing off and you were hit with exhaustion like a ton of bricks. The squad — Kat and Fin wanted to talk to you but Olivia refused to let them, wanting you to get some sleep first.

Olivia pulled the blinds down then sat in your bed with you, “You wanna get some sleep, honey?”

“Will you stay with me?” You asked meekly.

“Of course, sweet girl. I’ll be right here. Okay? Lay down, close your eyes.” And so you did, snuggling under the covers with Olivia sat in the spot beside you holding your hand.

At noon, Fin came by the apartment with Kat. They needed to talk to you, you knew you needed to tell them everything you know, but you were still feeling like a mess. Your heart still felt like it was racing, you constantly felt like someone was watching you...

They were patient with you, maybe more so than they would any other victim, but you appreciated it nonetheless. You recounted your night, letting them know where you were, who you were with and what you were doing. What you saw, what you heard and even smelt were just as crucial.Your Mom left the room hearing you talk about all that went down, and that was when you spotted a blonde in the doorway consoling her- Rollins.

When they were done with their questions, the promptly left you alone knowing you needed the space and peace. They went back to the precinct and your Mom walks back in with Rollins who came by to see you.

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"This happened late at night the guy followed her from a bar to the subway. She tried to lose him but he kept following her. She was on her way to the precinct anyway because she knew Liv was working late and wanted to keep her company." Fin began, "Rape kit came back positive for fluids with a match to two cases in other SVUs."

"What bar was she at?" Carisi asks, looking through the file.

"A gay bar."

"Just like in these two cases. The perp did the exact same thing, only this time- they left us DNA.”

Carisi squints, taking a closer look at the information, “Our perp is a woman.”

That evening, Olivia returned to work after you persuaded her to. “We know who it is. The victims on the first two cases refused to testify.”

“One of them responded to us— she wants to testify now. And her case is still within the statute of limitations.” Carisi informs.

“Good, let’s nail this sick bitch.” Olivia declared, “y/n told me she’d testify too if that’s what it takes.”

“Hell yes. Attagirl.” Fin nodded, “We’ll get her, Liv. I promise.”

Olivia scoffs, “Fin- I appreciate it, but don’t speak too soon.”

“We will.”

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[ben-c-group-therapy]

Gingerbread House

A/N: It’s a Hoe Ho Ho Holiday gift from me to you all for supplying me with endless Danny Pino fantasies! Sorry about my crappy musings.

It was Christmas Eve and Maria had Zara for the night, so Nick was a bit down not having Zara here to see her face light up on Christmas morning and have all the fun they used to on Christmas Eve. You had thought and thought all week about just what you could do to bring Nick out of his funk and had decided upon a Gingerbread House kit. It had all the items you two would need, including candy decorations and the icing to put it together.

It had done the trick and while working on the kit you both had laughed and “argued” about how much icing to put and how long to hold it together to set it and then how to decorate it. Most the way through you started sucking on the icing bag knowing you’d not need it all to finish and having always enjoyed a little icing. It was a guilty pleasure! Who could blame you?

Nick looked up catching you and shook his head. “We still need that you know?” He laughed.

“Nah, I think it’s pretty the way it is.” You shrugged and sucked on the icing bag more, keeping eye contact on Nick wanting to be a brat.

Well it was when you got too greedy and started squeezing the bag a bit too hard, it burst at the seam by the piping tip and icing spurt out onto the corner of your mouth making you gasp in surprise and laughed.

Nick cut his eyes to you again, his mind going places other than innocent holiday fun. Seeing the icing clinging and dripping from the corner of your mouth as you went to get a wet paper towel. He stopped you with a gentle grasp on your upper arm and took his finger swiping the sweet sticky goop away before putting his finger to your mouth.

You raised a brow and smirked parting your lips and sucking his digit clean of the icing slowly. You let out a low moan of pleasure and closed your eyes knowing it was probably cheesy as hell but that was what worked for you and Nick. Cheesy. Romantic and passionate but funny and cheesy. A beautiful pairing.

Nick smiled and pulled his finger away, pulling you closer now and whispering in your ear. “How about we ditch this project and you come suck on another piping bag?”

At that you laughed but couldn’t help but feel turned on at the thought of Nick heavy and hot in your mouth, a total opposite of what was just in there.

“I’d love nothing more. But, please let me have all your icing? I don’t want to waste.” You replied in a sultry tone before being taken off guard and squealing in surprise and Nick threw you over his shoulder swatting your ass on the way back to the bedroom.

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[pascalispretty]

Hi, how about some Sonny Carisi with the prompt 'tell me what you want' please?!?! Thankyou 💛

For you, anything! Explicit content below the cut: dirty talk, drinking, references to sex.

The music is too loud, the room is too hot, and Sonny Carisi is too far away from you. 

It’s not for lack of trying. He has you pressed against the doorframe as he kisses you, the hard wood digging into your back as he tries to get closer to you. His forearm rests against the doorjamb, supporting his weight and framing you with his body. 

In the other room, the party is showing no sign of slowing down. One of Sonny’s innumerable cousins is celebrating their engagement with what can only be described as a rager, now that the parents and grandparents have left. Booze is flowing freely, and you’re fairly certain Sonny is having to turn a blind eye to a decent amount of drugs, judging by the pupils of some of the guests. 

The two of you had stuck to booze and had only come into the kitchen in the first place to get a refill. Somehow that had translated into making out against the door that led to the garage, hoping that the refrigerator more or less hid you from the rest of the party. 

When Sonny’s free hand leaves your waist to slide beneath your shirt, you reluctantly break the kiss. 

“If you wanna do more than kiss, then we’re gonna have to relocate,” you manage, your eyelashes fluttering closed as Sonny trails burning-hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck. 

“It’s 2AM, and everyone is wasted. Nobody’s gonna notice where my hands are, doll,” he whispers against your neck, his breath against your skin making you shiver. Sonny lifts his head to try and kiss you again, and it feels like a huge demonstration of self-control on your part when you rest your hand against his chest and stop him. 

“Book us an Uber,” you tell him, hooking your finger into the open neck of the black button-down he’s wearing. “Take me home. I wanna do more than just make out in your cousin’s kitchen.” Sonny gives you an amused smirk, barely backing away from you as he takes his phone out of his pocket. 

“You do, do you?” He asks, his eyes flicking from your face to the phone as he books a car. You feel like you can’t catch your breath, the oppressive heat and noise of the party a few feet away nothing compared to the way Sonny is looking at you. “Seven minutes away,” he says after a moment, slipping the phone back into his jeans pocket. 

“What could we possibly do for seven minutes?” You ask coyly, and he responds by leaning back in, pressing his thigh between yours. The friction is shocking; all the blood in your body rushes south so quickly that your head spins. 

“I wanna hear more about what more you want to do,” Sonny whispers, the way his voice dips lower making you shiver. “C’mon, we’ve got seven minutes. Tell me what you want.” He ducks his head again to kiss and nip at your neck, and you’re not sure you’ll even last the seven minutes, let alone the time it’ll take to drive from here to Sonny’s apartment. 

“I want you,” you try, and you nearly faint when he chuckles into your neck. A laugh has no right to be that sexy. 

“I knew that already, doll. I wanna hear specifics. All the dirty things my baby wants to do.” 

“God, you’re so mouthy when you’re drunk. More than usual.” You tell him, anchoring your hands to his shoulders. It’s not a complaint; you love hearing him run his mouth. You swear you can feel him smile against the side of your neck before he presses another burning kiss to the delicate skin. Taking a shuddering breath in, you try to organise your thoughts. 

“I wish I wasn’t feeling so impatient. If I was in a more patient mood, I’d want you to eat me out.” You say, adding a dreamy sigh for effect. “You’re so good at it.” 

“Thank you, baby.” He still sounds amused, and it only increases your desire to turn the tables on him, even just a little. 

“Oh, ‘s true. But as much as I love that mouth of yours, I really just want your cock right now. I want you to bend me over something and fuck me until I can’t think,” you manage after a moment, gratified by the way Sonny’s hands jerk on your waist. “The table, the back of the sofa, I don’t care. On my hands and knees in your bed.” His tongue traces a line up your throat to the hinge of your jaw. “All- all I want to be able to think about is you inside me. You always make me feel so full, so close to you…”

“Is that all?” He asks as you slide one of your hands down from his shoulders to ghost over the crotch of his jeans. 

“Depending on how much we sober up on the ride home, I might even let you put it in my ass.” 

It’s almost comical, the way Sonny suddenly stands bolt-upright. 

“Let’s go wait outside for the car.” He says, grabbing your hand. “I wanna get you home as soon as possible.”

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#sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi drabble #law and order svu

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

First Time

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Graphic sex, oral, fingering, language. Word count: 3,286

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest by the time the two of you made it through Casey's apartment door. You didn't even have time to look around, barely noticing the stacks of manila folders scattered around the apartment.

Casey let the door slam shut behind you, then pushed you up against it, somehow gentle and rough at the same time. She reached past your waist to lock the door, kissing you deeper than you'd ever been kissed in your life. You felt nearly drunk as Casey's tongue slid into your mouth, her breath hot and desperate. You gasped as her hands slipped under your shirt and trailed up and down the bare skin of your back. You were all too aware of the rapid beating of her heart, the way the buckle at her waist pressed into you.

When she moved from your mouth down to your neck, you felt your legs grow weak. When she sank her teeth into your pulse point, you let out a moan. You felt her grin against your skin, then run her tongue up your neck and back to your mouth. She pulled away and looked at you with a smug expression.

"You want to go to bed?" she asked, drawing circles on your waist with her thumb.

"What?" you exclaimed, a confused look on your face. "No, I don't want to go to bed. I thought we were gonna have sex!?"

Casey laughed and kissed the side of your head, dragging you back to the bedroom. "Go to bed as in have sex, you idiot."

"Oh," you replied, following her eagerly. "Then yes."

Casey's room was spare, but nice. Each piece had been chosen with care, and none of it was cheap. Now that you were here, in her space, in her bedroom, the nerves started to kick in. Casey was already unbuttoning her shirt, throwing it off to reveal a simple black bra and more skin than you'd ever seen. Pants followed. You forgot how to breathe for a moment, but when she moved to lift your own shirt over your head, you found your voice.

"Wait, wait, wait," you said, pulling away.

"You okay?" Casey asked, concerned.

"I, uh... I've never–" You didn't quite know how to say it, afraid it would bring your evening to a screeching halt. "I'm a virgin," you finished, avoiding Casey's eyes.

"Okay," Casey replied, matter-of-factly. When she didn't say anything else, you glanced at her. If anything, she just looked impatient.

"Is that... okay?" you asked, shaking your hands at your sides–an anxious stim.

Casey grabbed one of your hands and pressed it flat between hers, massaging the anxiety out of it. "Mmhm," she confirmed, taking your other hand and repeating the process. "Perfectly fine. More than fine. Let's just lay down some rules first so you feel safe."

"Okay," you agreed, a little less nervous than before.

Casey sat cross-legged on the bed and patted the spot next to her. You joined her, feeling more and more comfortable, like this was a sexy sleepover. Casey's fingers tracing up and down your forearm didn't hurt either.

"Since it's your first time, I'm not gonna get too crazy," she said.

"Thanks, I think?" you replied, your eyebrows scrunched.

"Don't worry. There'll be plenty of time for crazy later." She winked at you. "But I need to know, is there anything you don't want to do or that you don't want me to do?"

You squirmed and avoided her eyes.

"Hey," she said, grabbing your knees and pulling you closer. "I need to know. I won't be upset. I promise I can work with whatever you need. I can even pull references if you want."

You laughed quickly, then blushed and squeezed your eyes shut. "I don't want anything inside me," you confessed, embarrassed.

"Anything at all?"

You shook your head, your hands starting to shake again. Casey took them and held them still in her own.

"Fingers?"

You were beet red as you shook your head.

"Tongue?"

Another shake of the head.

Casey's face was scrunched, like she was concentrating very hard. "Noted."

"Is that gonna mess things up?" you asked quietly.

"God, no," Casey said, smiling at you and trying to get you out of your head. "You know where the clit is, right?"

You coughed and nodded: "Uh-huh."

"Then you should know I won't have any problems."

"You're pretty cocky," you observed, still avoiding her eyes. You were embarrassed by how turned on you already were. You were still embarrassed to be wanting sex at all. Call it a remnant of the church culture you'd grown up in or a product of being slightly on the asexual spectrum, but it felt illicit. And Casey was so... comfortable.

"Don't worry," she bragged. "You'll find out why."

"What about you?" you asked, doing your best to meet her eyes.

"What about me?"

"Is there anything you want me to do?" You desperately hoped she wouldn't ask for something you didn't know about. You were nervous enough as it was.

Casey looked at you intently, a smile creeping at the corner of her mouth. "I want you," she started, her fingers carefully lifting your shirt up and over your head and shimmying you out of your pants, "to do whatever I tell you to do." She unhooked her bra and threw it aside, now clad in nothing but her underwear. "Got it?"

You wiped actual drool off your mouth and nodded vigorously.

"Now lay down," Casey commanded.

You were more than happy to oblige. Casey straddled your lap and leaned down to kiss you deeply, pressing her body against yours. Your heart beat wildly as she swirled her tongue into your mouth, grinding her hips into you. She bit your lip and you let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a cry. She smiled as she moved her way down your throat, then across your collarbone, alternating kisses and bite marks in no particular pattern, so that every time her teeth took you by surprise.

Your hands lay limply at your side. You felt like you should touch her, you wanted to touch her, but you didn't know how. It still felt like you'd be caught, like Casey would suddenly decide she didn't want you touching her and you would be ashamed of yourself.

"Hey," Casey said, low against your chest, as if she'd read your mind. "You're allowed to touch me, you know."

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Y/N," she said, kneading your breasts in her hands, "I'm literally using your tits as a sandwich for my face. Just fucking touch me."

You gingerly rested your hands at the small of her back, taken aback by the feeling of her hips pushing into you again and again.

"Holy shit, Case," you breathed, gasping for air as her tongue circled first one nipple and then the next. She let one go with a pop and looked up at you.

"I'm just getting started," she said, smirking. Casey kissed her way down your body. She took her time at your chest, relishing the way your back arched to meet her. She ended at your inner thighs, planting kisses closer and closer to your center.

You were shaking. You had never felt less in control in your life, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You ready?" Casey asked, breath hot against your folds.

You nodded, running a hand through her red hair. She looked up at you, and you pushed a loose strand out of her face.

"I need a verbal yes."

"Yes," you nearly begged. "God, yes."

If you'd been having a good time before, you were out of your mind now as Casey licked her way through your folds and pressed the flat of her tongue against your clit.

"Holy shit," you exclaimed, groaning as your hips bucked involuntarily. "Oh my god, Case." She didn't look up, too focused on her work. But she reached out to place a hand on your heaving chest and you grabbed it and didn't let go.

You had masturbated before. You had orgasmed. But it was not like this. The others had been like a sparkler. This was the Fourth of July. Your whole body tingled and heaved and surged toward climax, and you were riding it like a sailboat on the ocean.

You didn't notice your hand on the back of Casey's head, pushing her harder and harder into your throbbing clit. You didn't notice your hips bucking faster and faster, your vulva wet and swollen and shivering. But Casey sure did. She let out a low moan, her voice vibrating against you as she continued to lick.

You felt yourself climbing up and up and up, your breath hitching, your body clenching, preparing for release. You squirmed against Casey, chasing the high you could feel was so, so close.

Casey felt it, too. She wrapped her arms around your legs to hold you steady, pressing harder and faster with her tongue. "That's it sweetheart," she said, vibrating into you. "Come for me."

That was all you needed. Your pleasure washed over you in waves, and you held onto Casey's head and hand for dear life. Your breath came in gasps and left in moans as you rode out your high, Casey's mouth guiding you through it. She lapped and lapped as your orgasm dissipated, making sure she didn't miss one single bit.

When you finally came down, shaky and trembling, you noticed the mess of Casey's hair and the marks your fingernails had left on her hand. You started to apologize, but you were met with Casey's lips against yours, your head held gently in her hands.

"You did so good," she said breathlessly, burying your neck and face in kisses. "Such..." She kissed your eyelids. "A good..." Your forehead. "Girl," she finished, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on her tongue and it drove you wild.

"How do you feel?" she asked, laying down beside you and running a hand through your hair.

"So fucking good. God, Casey," you said, turning to face her. "I get the hype now."

She laughed, low and sweet. "Well, I'm honored to show you the ropes."

You looked at her and bit your cheek.

"What?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

"Can there be more ropes tonight?"

Casey's eyes lit up. "There can always be more ropes."

You sat up, brows furrowed, studying Casey.

She chuckled and ran a finger over your eyebrows. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," you said, leaning over her, "that I want to do you now."

Casey bit her lip and scanned your body. "Oh, fuck."

"Good oh, fuck or bad oh, fuck?"

"Good, so good," Casey said, pulling you down for a kiss.

"I don't know what I'm doing though, so you'll have to tell me what to do."

Casey snapped up and threw a pillow to. the floor. She pointed to it and said, "On your knees."

You rolled out of bed and did as you were told, placing the pillow under your knees and situating yourself on the floor in front of the bed. Casey sidled up to the edge and let her legs hang off so that you were positioned right in between them. She ran a hand through your hair, her face flushed.

"Fuck, you look pretty like that," she said, breathing in sharply.

"Now what?" you asked.

"Just start with what feels right," Casey said, holding your face in her hands. "I'll help."

"Got it," you said, then shrugged and gave her a thumbs up, which made her giggle. You loved her laugh.

You put your hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. You kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose. You kissed the space under her chin, the place where her neck met her collarbone, the soft rise of her breasts. Your stomach fluttered as Casey continued to run her hands through your hair, making small noises of pleasure as you made your way down her body.

You kissed her hips, her legs, the backs of her knees, and when you made your way to the inside of her thighs, you found her underwear soaked through, her hips already pushing toward you.

You stared at the underwear. You knew what was next, but you were afraid to start, afraid you'd do it wrong. This was foreign territory, an alien landscape. You wished you'd read an instruction manual.

Casey stifled a laugh and you looked up at her. "What?" you said, only a little terse.

She burst out laughing. "You just look like you're trying to solve a puzzle!"

"Well, it kind of is!" you cried defensively.

"It's okay if you're not ready," she said, running her thumb across your jawline.

"No," you replied, frustrated. "I'm emotionally ready, I just... feel like I should've taken a class or something."

She giggled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Look, there's no pressure, okay? You don't have to be good at it. I got you off. That's the best part for me. This is all just a really, really nice bonus. It's just for fun."

"Just for fun," you repeated, exhaling. You started your ministrations again, moving your way up and down her body until you were sure she was ready again.

Staring at her underwear, you took a deep breath and pulled them down. Casey groaned and unknowingly pushed your head toward her center. Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun, you repeated before diving in, tongue first.

But once you were in, god, you never wanted to leave. It wasn't so much the taste, thought it was intoxicating to know that you were tasting her. It wasn't the landscape of it, though you did very much enjoy exploring every corner. It was the way that your every move, every breath, elicited a response from Casey. It was knowing that when she pushed her hips into you, you brought her to it. That when she moaned, it was you drawing it out of her.

You were only briefly interrupted in your successful exploration by Casey saying, "I want you inside me."

"What?" you said, emerging from her thighs, brought out of the moment.

"Oh my god, don't stop," she scolded, shoving your head back down.

"Sorry," you mumbled into her.

"Start with one finger," Casey explained. "I'll tell you when I want more."

Now that you'd conquered the scariest part, you had no hesitation with your hands. You carefully inserted a finger, and if you hadn't already been on your knees, you'd have been brought to them. The warmth of her, the rhythm, the pulse–it was like you were a part of her, really a part of her.

You moaned into her, slowly starting to pump your finger in and out. You were no anatomy expert, but you'd heard of the g-spot. At the very least, you knew there was a lot going on in there. Since Casey seemed to be enjoying herself, you decided to look around, so to speak. You used your finger–careful to keep a steady rhythm–to explore Casey. All the topography of her. You felt a particularly squishy spot and reached your finger back to press into it.

Casey nearly exploded, shoving your head into her and taking you by surprise. "Jesus, Y/N!" she cried. "More of that!"

You panicked a little. "More fingers or more of that spot!?"

"Both, both," she said. "Just keep going and don't stop!"

You wasted no time getting back to work, continuing the pattern of your tongue against her clit and matching it to the rhythm of your now two fingers, reaching back, back and curling into that spot that made Casey lose it.

Her breath came faster and faster, and you could tell she was losing control. Her hands grasped your hair desperately and her hips rose to meet your tongue with every single thrust of your fingers. You felt her body clench around you, pulsating wildly, and Casey clenched your hair so hard you thought she'd pull it out.

You felt her come before you heard her, the vibrations of her body sending you into a bliss you hadn't even known existed. Her legs shook around you, and you moved forward to support her so she wouldn't fall. She quivered around you, moaning as she ground her hips into you. You waited until she was completely spent before pulling out of her, kissing her thighs and licking her off your fingers.

She laid back on the bed, still breathing heavily, and looked up at you. "What are you doing? Come up here," she motioned. You stood, wobbly and more than a little wet, and climbed into the bed next to her, your stomach doing somersaults as she tangled her arms with yours and kissed you.

"Did I do okay?" you asked.

"Okay!?" She raised her eyebrows. "Either I'm a really good teacher or you're a really fast learner."

"Probably both," you said, grinning with pride.

"Probably," she agreed.

Casey traced the freckles on your shoulder and you drew circles on the back of her hand. You were quiet for a while, but eventually you looked at the clock and saw that it was past midnight.

You propped yourself up on your elbow and looked at her. "So, uh, what's the protocol here?"

"The protocol?" she repeated. "This isn't a courtroom. There's no post-sex protocol."

"No, but..." You bit your lip.

"Spit it out," Casey said.

"I'm afraid I'll sound stupid."

"You've already sounded stupid at least five times today. What's one more?"

You glared at her briefly, then continued. "Well, I want to take a shower because I feel sweaty and sticky, and I don't like that. No offense or anything. I like it in the moment, just not... after. And I don't know the protocol! Do I take a shower here or at my house? Do you have an extra towel? I didn't bring a towel. Am I supposed to? Am I supposed to have travel soap? Do I sleep here or at home? If I don't go home, will it be awkward in the morning?"

By now, you were just spiraling, but you couldn't stop yourself. "What if you tell me I can stay and then I do because I want to spend more time with you, but really you were just being polite and you're tired of me. And then I do that every time, so you get really, really tired of me and want to break up? Or what if–"

"Jesus, Y/N," Casey said, planting a kiss on your lips to quiet you. "I want you to stay. And I think you know me well enough to know that I don't say things I don't mean."

"Promise?" you asked, twirling your fingers.

"Promise. Now for the other stuff..."

Casey pulled herself out of bed and you immediately missed her body next to yours. She walked to the closet, stark naked, and rummaged around. You hated yourself a little bit for it, but you couldn't keep your eyes off her ass. You were still reeling that she'd let you fuck her. And she'd enjoyed it.

"Are you staring at my ass?" she accused, smirking as she interrupted your reverie.

Your face flushed. "No..." you said, averting your eyes.

Casey threw a clean towel at you and draped another over her shoulder. "Come on. Let's clean you up."

You leapt off the bed and followed. After tonight, you'd follow her anywhere.

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[altsvu]

Hi lovely! If you're still taking prompt requests, “Should I slow down?” and/or “No need to rush—we have all night.” with everyone's favorite cannoli Carisi 😍

too fast… or not fast enough

pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader

prompts used: “Should I slow down? and “No need to rush— we have all night” from the inexperienced smut prompts!

wc: 360

summary: relieving stress with sonny is something you enjoyed, fast or slow.

cw: smut (oral - fem receiving, p in v)

a/n: thank you anon!! this was TOO fun to write considering i don’t really write smut in this context (if that makes sense lol). i didn’t forget about your request, i just got busy with school! also lowkey my summary is trash

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“Sonny, you’re so irresistible.”

“Good, that’s how I want to be.”

That night had been one of many times you were intimate with Sonny.

It was like an escape from reality; he was stressed, you were stressed… what better way to release that stress right?

One night when the two of you were relieving stress, Sonny wanted to switch things up just a little bit, but he was having a little too much fun. He was going in on your cunt with his lips and you didn’t want him to stop. He looked up at you to watch how you were taking his mouth.

“Should I slow down?” Sonny asked.

“You’re going at the right pace, honey.” you moaned out.

“Good to know.” He smiled and continued devouring every inch of you.

A few nights later, the two of you just so happened to relieve stress once again. Only this time was different.

Sonny seemed to be more agitated than normal when he came home from work, so you had figured it was just a bad day. Over dinner, he told you why he was agitated and also stated that you were the only person that could help him get over it.

You knew exactly what that meant.

Because Sonny was in this state of agitation, he was fast and rough with you. Not that you didn’t like it, you were just feeling a more sensual night with him.

He took off your clothes in damn near one swift motion, laid you on your back, and pounded into you like there was no tomorrow.

“No need to rush— we have all night.” You stifled in between moans.

Sonny stopped and the two of you shared a moment together.

“Remember, you also mentioned you were off tomorrow. Let’s take our time, go slow, feel each other. Do you want to do that instead?” You added.

“You’re right baby, let’s do that. I’m sorry for being rough, I-“

You placed a finger on his lips, then ran a hand all over his bare body.

“A bad day happens, it’s okay. Just know I’m here to relieve any of those… feelings you have.”

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[storiesofsvu]

Good Girl

Grace Muncy x reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, minor SVU type case work, no smut but like, dirty talk still with a bit of mommy kink. I would call it a drabble, it's just over 1k

Being undercover was nothing new to you, but it was something relatively new to Muncy. Which is why where your hand laid on her thigh, your thumb was rubbing soothing circles into her skin. You were at a party, meeting with another high end trafficker about buying some new girls and Grace was your special little good girl, the one who got to come to parties like this, help select out her new friends. She was perched in your lap and you could nearly feel the nerves radiating off her, you shifted forward, swiping a glass of champagne from the table and passing it to her, your lips nearly brushing against the shell of her ear as you spoke.

“Relax pretty girl.” Your breath husked out onto her skin and she nearly shivered, taking a sip of the bubbly.

“Sorry.” She murmured, risking a glance down at you and she knew it was a mistake immediately. The neckline of your dress was cut halfway down your chest, revealing the delicate tattoo on your sternum surrounded by the curve of your chest. Her eyes lingered, perhaps a little too long, watching the way the gem of your necklace glinted in the low light before they dragged back up to your face and she noticed you’d caught her staring, smirk on your lips. “Sorry.” She muttered again, her cheeks turning pink.

“It’s alright princess.” You cooed, your hand smoothing a loose piece of hair behind her ear, fingers trailing down her jaw to pinch at her chin, “you know you can look at mommy all you want, you just have to ask to touch.”

Grace was entirely unsure if you were aware of her crush on you, or the effect the words you had just said had on her, but tonight was going to be one hell of a night either way. She nearly squeaked, distracting herself with her drink as you turned to say something to one of the men beside you, engaging in ‘work’ conversation in another language. Her ears picked up a moment later that it was Italian, flowing from between your lips like fucking silk. She did her best not to squirm in your lap, attempting to squeeze her thighs together but it only gained your attention, your arm wrapping tighter around her while you continued your conversation.

She was almost relieved when the group of girls were brought into the room, beginning to worry that she was going to blow the op. Your focus turned to them as you shifted Grace off your lap, though your hand slid up her back, fingers tickling at the baby hairs at the back of her neck. You could sense the tension beginning to rise in the room, trickling in slowly like a gas leak, you were well aware you had a limited amount of time to make this work. Standing from the couch you greeted the girls, examining them, well aware of Grace’s eyes practically glued to your ass while you did so. Glancing over your shoulder to her, you shot her a wink, saying something about how she’d look like such a pretty whore beside the redhead whose chin you had pinched between your thumb and forefinger. You let out a soft sigh, ‘tsk’ing in her direction before you glanced to the man you’d been talking to. Grace had missed it, but the guard at the door had shifted ever so slightly, his hand moving from in front of him to the back of his pants and you knew there was a gun.

“Could you give us a moment?” You asked, “it seems like someone’s a little jealous.” Stepping toward her with a sly grin on your cheeks your fingers curled under her chin, tilting her face up to you and urging her to stand, “come pet, talk to me.”

As she stood your hand trailed down her side, landing in the small of her back as you lead her into the kitchen. You were still in view of the group in the living room, feeling their eyes on you as you turned, resting a hip against the island, raising a brow in Grace’s direction now that you were out of earshot. You kept your mask up and she nearly gulped at the way your fingers were twirling with a strand of her hair.

“You need to relax.” You purred, your head tilting, a grin on your cheeks to keep the façade up, “or was it that I called you a whore? You think you’re a good girl? Because you give off brat vibes if you’d ask me.” You teased and her breath caught in her throat.

“What do I….?”

“Exactly what you’re doing. That cute little bratty pout on your lips while you watch mommy pick out some girls to buy. The rest gets taken care of.” You sighed softly, your hand ghosting over her cheek, “but you’re too tense, I don’t think they’re buying it fully.”

“So?” She tugged her lower lip in between her teeth, doe eyes glancing up at you and you chuckled. Your thumb trailed over her lip and she let it go with a pop, her eyes nearly fluttering shut at the sensation.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” Her eyes almost flew open but she managed to keep control as you stepped toward her, ducking you head to softly kiss her neck, murmuring your words against her skin.

“I said… kiss me. So they think we’ve made up and you’re ready to be mommy’s good girl the rest of the night. I promise you’ll get rewarded.” By the time you’d finished speaking your lips were right under her ear, leaving a feather light kiss there before you straightened yourself up. One of your hands rested on her hip, the other still cupping her cheek, thumb stroking across her soft skin. “Okay?” You raised a brow in question and she gave you the tiniest nod.

Ducking down, you chuckled as she suddenly rocked forward, eager to feel her lips against yours. She practically melted into your embrace, completely forgetting where she was while your arm wound around her and her body was warmed by the heat of yours. You nipped at her lip gently and she practically moaned into your mouth, letting your tongue slip into hers and she could taste the bourbon you’d been drinking. You were pulling away before she was even remotely ready, a whine escaping her lips when you did so, her eyes slowly fluttering open, lips still parted.

“C’mon.” You chuckled, “lets finish this.” You booped her on the nose, “good girl.” Your fingers linked with hers this time as you lead her back to the living room and main event.

With things finally wrapped up you were able to exit into the cool night air and Grace finally felt like she could breath again, her head slowly wrapping around exactly what had happened.

“Hey.” She called out and you turned back to her right as you reached your car, a soft grin on your lips, a brow cocked in her direction and she nearly melted again. “Was… uh… was that all for show?”

“Hmm.” You shrugged, “did you want it to be?”

With a wink and a smirk you ducked into your car, leaving Grace feeling all too hot and bothered for the countless time that night.

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@thatesqcrush @witches-unruly-heart @daddy-heather-dunbar @baubeautyandthegeek @red1culous @bullet-prooflove @momlifebehard @alexxavicry

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[yougotthat-write]

Oui(ji) Had One Hell of a Party (Rafael Barba x Reader)

Word Count: 2,758

Warnings: Ouiji board, spirits, demons, language, alcohol consumption, dumb costumes for all yo faves lmao 

Summary: You and Rafael host a Halloween party and it takes a demonic turn.

Author’s Note: This was started probably almost 3 years ago (big oof). I've lost the writing bug so I'm posting what was written and promptly unfinished, lol. Apologies but I still hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3 here!

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Rafael Barba wouldn’t call himself a superstitious person.

He didn’t believe in ghouls, ghosts, and monsters in the typical way that small children would. He was an A.D.A. for Manhattan so he obviously came across fellow humans who did gruesome and unforgivable things, but when you had pulled out that stupid ten dollar Ouiji board that you had bought at the stupid Halloween store, Rafael may had sent a quick prayer up to whichever Lord was occupying the skies above him at that very moment. 

His Catholic upbringing was trying to pound its way out of him and it made him down the rest of his scotch in one swallow before stepping over to his bar area to pour himself another drink. The low hum of your Halloween playlist mixed with the chatter of Rafael’s friends from the courthouse and your friends from the 16th precinct.

You sat on your living room floor, hunched over your coffee table, setting up the toy that would allow you to talk to those who had passed on. Sonny shifted on his feet as he stood next to Rafael. Remembering that Sonny was raised very Catholic as well, Rafael figured that this was making Sonny feel stupid for being uncomfortable with a children’s toy just as much as him.

The sound of your hands connecting together in a singular clap made Rafael’s grip tighten around his glass. He looked over at you and saw the “spooky” smile you were trying to give to everyone. The party had died down in the past couple of hours. Olivia Benson and Nick Amaro had gone home because of their kids. Fin Tutuola had gone home because “Halloween is whack! I don’t even like candy.” The rest of the guests had filed out after them in the passing hours.

Now, Sonny Carisi, Amanda Rollins, Rita Calhoun, and Trevor Langan were scattered around the living room. Sonny was next to Rafael, both of the boys standing farthest away from the direct line to demons. Sonny started to get so nervous that his fake mustache for his Sonny Bono costume wouldn’t stick to his upper lip. His counterpart and designated Cher was Amanda. She sat on the floor on the opposite side of you at the coffee table. She held the planchette in her hand, looking at the object with a smirk. Her long brunette wig was tossed to the side next to her.

Rita Calhoun downed another orange Jell-O shot before falling back onto the couch behind Amanda with a sigh. She pulled her long and obnoxious Devil tail from under her and held it in her fingers as she watched you read the directions for the Ouija board. Her Devil horns were slightly crooked on her head but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

Trevor Langan had ditched his obnoxious black cape twenty minutes into the party. He ditched the phony plastic fangs even sooner. His hair was quaffed upwards and if it wasn’t for the dark liner around his eyes and the fake blood on the corner of his mouth, he would look like he was ready for a day at work with his dress shirt, black slacks, and polished shoes.

Rafael would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel a bit authoritative in his twenty dollar policeman costume, but he mainly did it to see the annoyed reactions of the 16th precinct detectives. Fin Tutuola had quipped, “Your badge is so cute and tiny, Barba. You got a fake gun too?” Nick Amaro had rolled his eyes so hard at the fellow Latino man that you thought they would roll right out of his pretty little head. Despite you being a fellow 16th precinct detective, you happily supported your boyfriend with finding the policeman outfit that fit his body in all the right places.

Trevor had rolled his eyes when you suggested pulling out the Ouija board but didn’t outwardly object to it like Sonny had. Trevor made his way over to Rafael and Sonny, grabbing a deep red Jell-O shot. He shot it back and then chuckled at Sonny’s uneasy face. But Trevor didn’t miss the uneasiness that was coming from Rafael.

“Scared boys?” The defense lawyer asked with a grin. Sonny scowled over at Langan.

“Shut up,” Sonny muttered. Feeling hot, Sonny pulled the brunette wig off his head. “I just don’t think we should mess with Lucifer and his minions.” Sonny’s Adam apple bobbed. “If Ma finds out about this, she’ll have the church exorcize me.”

Trevor stifled his snort with his hand. “It’s a kids game, Carisi. The box says ages six and up.”

Sonny grumbled under his breath before making his way over to the couch and plopping down next to Rita with a sigh. Rita pouted over at the detective, reaching up and pinching his pink cheek. “Don’t worry Sonny, the Devil is already here and she’s feeling pretty tipsy.” Sonny let out a nervous laugh before leaning out of Rita’s grip and rubbing his sore cheek. 

Trevor’s attention was drawn back to the quiet prosecutor next to him. Rafael felt Trevor’s gaze as he lifted his newly poured drink to his lips.

One gulp. Two gulps. Three gulps.

Trevor leaned towards Rafael, “What are you so scared of Barba?” Rafael shot a look over to Trevor. 

“There’s nothing to be scared of.”

“Exactly.” Trevor slapped a hand onto Rafael’s shoulder and pushed him over towards the coffee table. 

Looking up from the directions, you smiled at Rafael as he was ushered into the living room by Trevor. The pair of fake handcuffs that hung off Rafael’s belt jingled when Trevor’s large hands pushed Rafael down next to you. Rafael swore under his breath in Spanish to the man before Trevor went and perched himself onto the arm of the couch next to Sonny. 

“I think we have it set up,” you say over to your boyfriend. Rafael nods subtlety before catching the gaze of Amanda sitting across from him. She watched Rafael from under her lashes and the corner of her mouth twitched up. Looking more head on at the two of you, she slid the planchette onto the board.

The intricate piece of wood was shaped in a triangle with rounded edges. In the center, a small dome of glass made it easy to see whatever was under the planchette when it would be slid around the board. 

Rafael wouldn’t tell you — or anyone in the room for that matter — that he did not and would not touch that thing willingly. You grabbed the planchette and placed it in the middle of the board. The intricate letters and numbers were bold and taunting. Rafael swallowed the jumble of nerves trying to push their way up his throat.

He jumped slightly when you touched his arm to motion him to place his fingers next to yours. Taking a moment too long, Trevor cupped a hand around one corner of his mouth and boomed, “Scared of some ghosts, Barba?” Rafael shot another look over to Langan before you grabbed his hands.

Your hands brought comfort to him. They were warm as you guided his fingers over to the planchette and when you lightly knocked your shoulder into his, you whispered out, “Don’t be scared, hon. I’ll protect you,” your left eye dropped down into a wink and while Rafael rolled his own at your retort, it did make him more relaxed.

You motioned for Amanda to do the same. She reached out both of her pointer and middle fingers and found a spot on one of the planchette sides. Amanda spoke quietly, “What should we ask first?”

Carisi’s mouth twisted as he bit down on the inside of his cheek. Rita let out a loud hum, twirling the end of her tail in her hand. “Don’t you have to ask if there’s anyone here in the first place?”

“Yeah, let’s see what we’re cooking with,” Trevor jumped in. He was able to reach over to the side table to grab another Jello-O shot, passing one over the top of Carisi’s head over to Rita who grinned devilishly.

You let out a shaky breath — which threw off Rafael for a split second — and said, “Is there a spirit with us?” While a silence fell over the group, waiting for something, Sonny’s lips moved quickly and quietly as he mouthed a prayer. 

You spoke again, more firmly, “Is there anyone who would like to speak with us today?” Amanda’s eyes went from the planchette, to you, to Rafael, back to you, and then back to the planchette. Rafael’s fingers twitched on the planchette, wanting to bring them back close to him, to his body. Or even to intertwine with your own fingers.

Despite the mellow hum of your playlist, there was a long and still silence between everyone in the room. Rita had stilled her tail twirling. Trevor’s mouth straightened into a thin line, eyebrow arched up. Sonny’s hands were clasped together in between his thighs. Amanda had squared her shoulders and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck trickle. Rafael’s mouth opened to say something — he wasn’t sure what he was going to say — but then he felt it in his fingers.

Rafael’s eyes are hard and locked onto the planchette. His fingers twitched as he felt the piece of wood slightly move diagonally away from him and over to the corner of the board where an intricately drawn YES was. When the word made itself at home under the glass dome in the middle of the planchette, Carisi’s voice was shaking, “That’s not funny Amanda,” the Brooklyn man scolded his coworker.

A noise came from Amanda in regards to Sonny’s accusation and when Rafael’s looked over at you under his lashes, you were already looking over at Amanda with a furrowed brow. Amanda felt your gaze on her and when she finally looked up from the planchette, she rolled her eyes, “Fine…fine.” Her hands lifted up in surrender and she scrunched her nose.

“See, nothing to be scared of Sonny,” Trevor snickered, fingers coming to pinch the top of Sonny’s ear. Sonny shouldered the brunette away, brows furrowed in annoyance and mouth lopsided into a frown. 

“Bite me, Langan.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Carisi,” Trevor shot back just before shooting back another Jello shot. This one was green.

Rafael was silently thanking Amanda from across the table. Hands brought back close to his being, Rafael let out the breath he was holding. He shivered when you scolded Amanda, “Gimme your fingers and don’t joke about, Amanda.”

Amanda let out a huff of air at your tone. “Alright, okay. Calm down.”

Amanda reached out her fingers again and settled them onto her designated spot on the planchette. You copied her and when Rafael didn’t follow suit, you and Amanda looked over at the lawyer. Rafael felt the room shift over to his attention. He felt stuffy in his cheap police uniform. Glancing over at you, he caught your eyes and he silently pleaded.

You didn’t react for a moment until finally, you silently let him off the hook with the smooth transition of reeling in Langan to put his money where his mouth is. Rafael got up from his spot, maybe a bit too quickly, and went over to where Langan was previously heckling from on the couch. Rafael’s legs were jelly and he was happy to plop down onto the couch, grabbing a Jello shot. He swallowed it down too fast to even acknowledge the color of it.

Trevor Langan dramatically rolled his eyes when you beckon him to substitute in for the demon summoning. But he gladly strolled his way over and sat down next to you on the floor. You had to scooch over a bit to make room for Trevor’s long legs and overall more lankier body. He rubbed his hands together and gave a grin before planting his fingers onto the planchette. “Let’s get this show on the road, ladies!”

Amanda and you exchanged looks before your fingers found their spots. The room went quiet again. Nobody noticed it, but the music had stopped in the middle of a song. Rita found herself needing to rest her eyes as playing with a Ouiji board doesn’t really help overly drunk people stay awake. Her head rested against the shoulder of a rigid Carisi. He didn’t seem to notice the extra weight on him.

“I’ll ask the questions this time since cops aren’t too good with questioning suspects,” Trevor quipped. Amanda glared over at the lawyer. You ignored Trevor and shifted your gaze over to the board. “Hello spirits, demons, and devils–” Rita mumbled out a noise of acknowledgement, eyes still closed, snuggling more into Carisi’s shoulder. Carisi fought the urge to shrug her off because he didn’t want to be rude but he wasn’t in a particular cuddly mood. Trevor continued, “Are you here with us?”

Rafael felt a coldness in the apartment. He noticed the lack of music as the group stayed quiet. Sonny felt his neck get prickly, the hair standing up and a shiver rolled up his back. If Rita was more sober, she probably could have felt it. 

“Spir—“ Trevor’s voice started but it was cut off by a yelp from someone as the room went dark, the snap of electricity confirming so. 

“Oh, Mother Theresa!” Sonny’s voice was sharp and trembling. Rita let out a hum in question before opening her eyes. The air was rigid and cold. Rafael was quick to jump onto his feet in one swift motion. You blinked quickly, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the darkness. 

Slowly but surely, you were able to make out shapes in the room. You were about to call out to Rafael when there was a sharp shriek. It started out high in its caliber but then it morphed into something gruesome and growling. 

“What the fuck–” That was Trevor. Then a small light shone in the middle of the room, like a little slice of heaven from above. Rafael’s blood ran cold. Carisi stood abruptly, stumbling over his large feet towards Rafael. Rita curled her legs up onto your couch, hugging the back of the furniture, as if she was using it to ground herself not only physically, but mentally.

Trevor’s hand shook, making the light shive as it shined over onto the blonde detective. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You were sure nobody in the room could.

Across from you, on the other side of your thifted coffee table that took you thirty minutes to convince Rafael to get with you, was Detective Amanda Rollins possessed by something. All of her fingers were bent harshly and weirdly, each one of them touching the planchette in some way. Her shoulders were stiff, but her chin was lifted slightly, mouth slightly agape as she moaned and groaned inhumanely.

Her hair seemed electric. The ends of her blonde strands were lifting at the ends very slightly, strands engulfing around her head. The part that made your eyes water and your heart pound heavily were her eyes. They were wide open and black.

“A-amanda.. This i-isn’t funny!”

Sonny’s voice seemed to shake to the same rhythm as Trevor Langan’s hand. You heard the lawyer mutter more curses under his breath as he stood. Rita was able to swing her legs over the back of the couch and her feet stepped softly towards the front door of your apartment. She paused when Amanda let out another shriek that morphed into a muffled, pained groan.

In the dull phone flashlight, Amanda’s head began to turn, peeking over her shoulder at Sonny. Sonny backed up towards Rafael more, shivering as the two men touched. Sonny’s hand grabbed Rafael’s wrist tightly.  “Amanda?” The voice was crackly and harsh, like Amanda had spent her last thirty years smoking two packs a day straight. Her teeth snapped together and her tongue swiped over her lips. She let out a giggle. “Amanda’s not here to play, Dominick.”

#law and order svu #law and order fanfiction #law & order svu #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba drabble #rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fic #rafael barba fanfiction #spooky ooky #was supposed to be for Halloween lolol

[happenstnces]

KINKTOBER ‘22 with HAPPENSTNCES !

welcome to my first ever kinktober ! i’m really excited for this (though i’m only doing 16 days), and i hope you enjoy!

— warnings will be on each individual fic ! i’ve already assigned a character ( * ) to each prompt and this will not change, so please don’t request for other characters on certain ones. as always, minors dni or you will be blocked.

( * ) i chose to write specifically for my l&o ladies since there’s little to no svu fics these days and i miss them ! every prompt will be for one of the three svu characters i write for ♡

OCT. 1ST: praise & sex toys  alex cabot

OCT. 3RD: kitchen sex & lingerie  casey novak

OCT. 5TH: daddy kink & spanking  olivia benson

OCT. 7TH: formal wear & strap-ons  alex cabot

OCT. 9TH: cockwarming & voice kink  casey novak

OCT. 11TH: uniform kink & authority kink  olivia benson

OCT. 13TH: finger fucking & edging  alex cabot

OCT. 15TH: degradation & overstimulation casey novak

OCT. 17TH: stripping & mirror sex  olivia benson

OCT. 19TH: orgasm control & brat taming  alex cabot

OCT. 21ST: erotic photos & stockings  casey novak

OCT. 23RD: break up & angry sex  olivia benson

OCT. 25TH: phone sex & orgasm denial  alex cabot

OCT. 27TH: begging & thigh riding casey novak

OCT. 29TH: bondage & aftercare olivia benson

OCT. 31ST: threesome & costumes casey novak & alex cabot

taglist ! ( open ! you can request to join or be removed here ) @jaywritessometimes @red1culous​

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[smartycvnt]

"I don't know what to do with myself anymore." With Casey novak

"Case, it's been three days. Relax, read a book, go to the batting cages. There are things to do, you're just antsy," you said with a sigh. You had a lot of work to do, and it was hard balancing Casey coming back with all of that. The two of you had been talking for months, and she had only recently decided to come back home after being censured.

"Well, there's a reason I left. It still sucks to live here as an adult. They don't even let you drink at the batting cages anymore. I tried to do that yesterday," Casey complained. You knew that this wasn't going to be easy, but luckily, you had years of patience built up from being friends with Casey before.

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[idontplaytrack]

First

Olivia Benson x teen!daughter reader

Warnings: none.

In which Olivia meets reader’s girlfriend for the first time.

“After school, are you coming straight home or are you going out?”

“Oh- uh, I have a date with Ramona.”

“A date? Okay, have a good time and be alert, yeah?”

“Of course, mama. I will.” You nodded, swinging your backpack over your shoulder.

You leave the house several minutes ahead of her to get to school- as usual. Your spirits were high since you'd get to see your girlfriend after school- it's been a hectic week.

Meanwhile, at SVU, Rollins knocks on Liv's office door to talk. "Liv, everything okay? I saw you through the window and you seem a little...worried?"

"Worried? Maybe a little, but mainly kind of happy? I mean, this morning I asked y/n what she was doing after school and she just tells me she has a date. She's never been one to be so open and tell me something like that."

"It seems like she's finally ready to let you know she's seeing someone. That's great, Liv."

"I know. It is, just a little shocked is all."

After class, you waited for Ramona at a nearby coffeehouse. She was coming from her school but it wasn't far away from the place so it didn't take her long. "Hey!" You waved and she saw you. "Hi, babe." She pecks your lips softly, "Did you wait for long?"

"No, just fifteen minutes. Ready to order?"

"Yep." She put her backpack down and two of you got up and joined the line. You've already gotten yourself a drink, but you decided to get some food now as well.

————

“So, a couple weeks ago you brought up meeting your Mom and I did give it some thought.”

“We don’t have to-”

“I know that. But I think now’s a pretty good time. We’re coming up to a year and if you feel ready, just know that I am too.”

“Okay. Shall we do that tonight? Mom promised to make her famous lasagna.”

“Ooh, yum.” Ramona nodded in agreement, “Can’t wait. Your Mom’s such a badass.”

“She is.” You agreed.

Later that evening, you took Ramona home with you. Your Mom was cooking and had just put the lasagna into the oven. “Mom, I’m home. I’m brought Ramona with me.”

“Oh, wow. Hello.” She shut the door of the oven and whipped her head around. “It’s great to finally meet you, Ramona.”

“It’s so nice to meet you too.” Ramona shook her hand, “How would you like me to address you?”

“Olivia’s fine.” She smiled.

“Alright.” Ramona nods, returning her smile.

While waiting for the lasagna to be ready, your Mom got the chance to get to know Ramona. “How’d you two meet?”

“A year ago at the away track meet.” You answered.

“Took me nearly two months to get the guts to ask her out.” Ramona admitted, “Now I know where she gets her beauty from. You two look so alike.”

Olivia chuckles. You blushed, nudging her playfully, “Stop.”

“You are gorgeous.” Ramona shrugged, rubbing your thigh soothingly.

“What are your plans for college?”

“Mom.” Your eyes widened in shock.

“It’s okay.” Ramona says, “I’m going to NYU in the fall. Early decision.”

“That’s really impressive. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” Ramona smiled.

“I’m just glad my daughter’s met someone that loves her so much. It’s clear to me she feels the same way about you.” Olivia says, right as the oven dinged.

After dinner, Ramona said bye to your Mom, then you, alone. “I’ll see you Sunday?” You ask.

“Yeah.” She nods, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips, “We’ll hit a couple of bookstores then check out the new cafe.”

“Sounds great.”

“Night, baby.” Ramona runs her thumb over your knuckles.

“Good night.”

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[sinsiriuslyemo]

Dearest Anon,

I tried to answer this in the original ask box but apparently not only can they not be edited in drafts, they also cannot be edited once posted. This came out more as a drabble than anything else. I hope you like it, and I'm desperately sorry for the long wait.

Sinsiriusly,

Hero

He could practically already hear her before he even picked up the phone, and to be perfectly honest, he was beyond not in the mood. Still, Rafael hadn’t spoken to his mother in weeks. Better to answer now and get it over with rather than not answer and run the risk of irritating her even more.

   “Hello?”

   “¿Rafael, cómo vas a aparecer en un programa sin el pelo peinado?”

   “Mami, what are you talking about?” he asked incredulously. “Do you have any idea how long I spend on my hair? Too much time.”

   “Bueno, Rafa, I don’t know what to tell you porque the angle wasn’t the best, pero parecía como una escoba. The light was behind you though, parecía un ángel.”

   He rolled his eyes at the blatant exaggeration that was quickly followed by a compliment that she regularly employed.

   “If you knew you were going to be on TV, why didn't you dress nicer?” she asked. “You know how many women watch this show?”

   “Mami, I’m a bit busy right now. I promise, I will call you later, but we’re sort of dealing with a crisis at the —”

   “Niño, pero, why do you think I’m calling?!” she asked.

   He let out a silent sigh as his eyes closed. 

   “Rafi. Rafi.”

   “Yes, I’m here, Mami,” he replied.

   “Why didn’t Benson do anything?”

   “Mami,” he said with a little more bite than he meant to use. Taking a breath, he said, “Listen to me, those producers, Jeffrey and Regina Prince, they’re lying. Not just that, they’re setting up their producer to take the fall when they were the ones who tried to cover this whole thing up.”

   “No me diga,�� she replied. “Aye la pobrecita Melanie. She seems like a nice girl. Her mother must be so worried.”

   “We’re doing everything we can for Melanie, Mami, I promise.”

   “I know you are, mijo. I’m very proud of you, Rafi,” she replied. “Pero if you’re ever going to be on another reality show again, por favor, make sure that at least your tie is on straight.”

Translations

¿Rafael, cómo vas a aparecer en un programa sin el pelo peinado? - Rafael, how are you going to appear on a program without your hair brushed?

pero parecía como una escoba - it looked like a broom

parecía un ángel - you looked like an angel

No me diga - you don’t say

Aye la pobrecita Melanie - Oh poor Melanie

#rafael barba #law and order svu #raul esparza #rafael barba drabble #lucia barba #anon request