#rita calhoun x female reader

[daddydoddsjr]

Rita fic please!!!

Possibly working on opposite sides and the others find out that you are dating a defence lawyer and them being all bitter about it and believing that you would bypass Rita stuff. And then realising that no matter who you are in a relationship with you still fight for you clients.

Pairing || Rita Calhoun x Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Angst

Authors Note || i love rita so much it’s not even funny… i didn’t proof read this so sorry in advance

No one was supposed to find out yet. You and Rita hadn’t come up with any plans on how you’d present the news of your relationship yet, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was a rainy day and you and Rita weren’t working and were finally taking some time to be together. The two of you were sitting in a tiny coffee shop together, talking and laughing quietly. One of your hands was on the table and Rita was holding it.

Neither of you were really trying to hide it, but you also didn’t expect Olivia and Rafael to be walking by that shop, Rafael making a comment on how good their coffee is, but pausing when he saw you and Rita through the window.

“That… could be a problem,” Olivia sighed, quickly pulling Rafael past the coffee shop before you or Rita could see them.

“You don’t think that Y/N would… do anything, do you?” Olivia asked quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just worried about how whatever that was can effect futures cases. And our current one.”

“Rita’s smart… but so is Y/N. I don’t think that they’d date if they weren’t smart enough to know the issues that’ll come with it. And I’d hope neither becomes corrupted enough to help each other with their cases to see one win instead of the other.”

“I’m still going to talk to Y/N about it tomorrow.”

“Liv… do you really think that’s a good idea? That alone might compromise your case.”

Olivia sighed, “I know.”

-

You were at SVU the next day to speak with Olivia about some detailed on the case when she brought it up.

You were taken by surprise, “You saw us yesterday? Where?”

“In a coffee shop in Chelsea. You two looked… close.”

You sighed, your grip on your brief case tightening, “Look, I know what you’re thinking—“

You were cut off, “Do you?” Olivia questioned, “Because I’m thinking I shouldn’t be bringing you anymore cases.”

“Are you really questioning my ability to do my job?”

“Your relationship with Rita could get in the way of what you’re supposed to be doing.”

“You know me better than that, Olivia.” A silence followed for a few moments.

“I’m going to win this case, whether I’m going against Rita or any other defence lawyer. I’m on the sides of my clients,” You left her office before she could say anything else to you, not wanting to hear any more of her accusations.

Rita knew that you wouldn’t take it easy on her during the trial, and you knew she wouldn’t take it easy on you either. This wasn’t the first trial the two of you had gone head to head in, and Rita had won the last one. You knew that this case was a slam dunk, but your anger towards Olivia made you even more confident in yourself and the stacks of evidence against Rita’s client. Olivia was witness to the entire trial, watching you and Rita make sly remarks at each other during your cross examinations of each others clients. Rita was, well, Rita as usual. Olivia didn’t notice any different behaviours in the two of you, and it made her feel a little foolish for what she had said to you a few days previously. Especially when the jury came back after only a few short hours of deliberating with a guilty verdict, putting another win on your belt.

Olivia approached you after the jury was dismissed and Rita was speaking with her clients parents. “Y/N… good win.”

“Thank you,” You sighed, putting your papers away and closing your brief case.

“Im sorry that I doubted you.”

“You had every right to be weary… but I don’t like being accused of not being able to do my job properly just because of who I love.”

“Love?” Olivia quirked an eyebrow at you with a half smirk.

“Yes,” You gave her a small smile. “We were going to come out with it eventually, we just didn’t know when the right time was. It’s not really the easiest thing to bring up to your colleagues.”

“I understand.”

“I’m sure you do. Barba, huh?”

“I won’t confirm or deny anything.”

You chuckled as Rita approached the two of you, “Our reservation is in two hours. I’ll see you there?”

You nodded. Rita glanced at Olivia, “Nice to see you, Captain. I heard you and Barba found out… he’s been making comments all week. Might want to tell your boyfriend he’s going to get a briefcase to the head next time he says something,” She said before leaving a kiss on your cheek and walking out of the courtroom.

“Boyfriend? Really?”

“Please, Liv, it’s so obvious.”

#law and order svu #l&o: svu #svu #olivia benson #mariska hargitay #rafael barba #rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #sapphic #sapphic fic #rita calhoun x female reader #raul esparza #elizabeth marvel #rafael barba x olivia benson #barson

[neuroprincess]

Law & Order: SVU - First Date + First Kiss (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Cabot, Casey Novak, Liz Donnelly, Olivia Benson and Rita Calhoun

Warnings: None

Word count: +1000

Alex Cabot

- The blonde quickly pulls herself together, trying to mask the confusion of feelings and the shock of seeing you after so many years without any contact, failing miserably. She feels a little lost, not knowing how to act, slightly out of it. And continues like this for the next few weeks, even showing up almost every day at the bakery until finally getting up the courage to ask you out to dinner. It's a fancy restaurant, at a table away from curious eyes and the atmosphere is pleasant, you talk about your lives so far, between laughs, wine and an occasional physical touch, like hands accidentally crossing, her touch on your back as you get up from the chair, pinky fingers so close as you walk along the sidewalk that one can feel the warmth of the other. Alex insists on taking you home, you stop in front of the apartment door and both smile nervously. "I missed you." She whispers, tucking a stubborn lock of hair behind your ear. "No more than I missed you." You stare at each other for a few seconds and ADA leans in, asking permission with her gaze to continue, then you nod, joining your lips in a gentle and needy kiss, full of emotion, longing. 

Casey Novak

- It was no surprise when, in the middle of dinner, Casey's phone rang and she was forced to run after some judge to get warrants, she had barely touched the food, nor had you, both immersed in a fun and spontaneous flirting. The following week she's waiting for you in the lobby of the precinct with a box of your favorite dessert, which was mentioned at dinner, and a mysterious proposal. She takes you for a apparently directionless walk until ending up at a softball practice cage, no one else there, all the equipment waiting. Her words are patient, hands soft around your waist, body warm and slightly sweaty behind yours as her fingers wander up the forearm to put hands together and teach you how to use the bat, it's almost too much, all the sensations and little things the ginger provokes without even realizing it. "Good shot, sugar." She celebrates happily when you hit one target, proud of the result of hard work, and lifts you, twirling in the air, faces coming closer and you kiss as if it were the right thing to do, it's deep and passionate, all the tension built up over weeks expressed in one act. 

Liz Donnelly

- Another night spent working late, it's become a kind of routine you've started to get used to. Long nights full of paperwork, words that start to blur together in a few hours and a dozen cups of coffee, sometimes energy drinks. The last folder has been checked and the notes reviewed, when the knock on the door wakes you up, surprised, as the building seemed empty except for the security team. "You know it's 1am, right?" Liz smiles, entering your office, a bottle of whisky and two glasses in hand "I thought you might need these." And offers one of them, a little fuller because she knows it's necessary. Hours pass without either of you noticing, the bottle is half full and you're both on the floor, high heels thrown on the carpet, messy hairstyles and trivial conversations. "So, Cabot and you...?" She asks suggestively. "Oh, no, no, actually... she's my sister." The woman is clearly surprised, you expect some kind of negativity, maybe a little suspicion, but she just smiles and approaches. "Great!" Closing the distance with a half-drunk, slow and sensual kiss. 

Olivia Benson  

- Board game days become a bi-weekly program between you, the two families start to meet often and a bond quickly forms, not unexpected considering how close your children are, like flesh and blood. The kids have fun in friendly competitions and eat snacks, sometimes preferring to play in the garden or watch random cartoons until they fall asleep. This time it's different, the pair went to a sleepover, you opened a bottle of wine, sipping it between relaxed conversations, a nice meal and close to midnight you're still awake. "Finally some time for the moms." She raises her glass and knocks on yours to toast the break, you both love your children, but they seem to be plugged in 24/7. "And without having to watch Trolls, I've memorized all the songs." You mumble, drinking the rest of the wine and snuggling up on the sofa, the woman unconsciously rests her arm on the headboard, touching your shoulder, both smile and try to pay attention to The Golden Girls. Almost impossible to do when long fingers wander over your bare skin, the genuine laughter and the magnetism that leads you to stare at her, enchanted. Eyes meet, breaths become heavy and you stop fighting the urge to finally kiss Olivia. 

Rita Calhoun

- Her presence is very pleasant, bringing some kind of comfort to your tiring work days and boring shifts, there are delightful conversations when the restaurant is almost empty, occasionally she even makes a witty joke. As a result, you've become good friends, despite all the differences, from personality, age to social class. Bonds are created in the small details, maybe in the kind and gentle way she treats you, how she pays attention to the almost insignificant things you've left hanging in the air during a conversation, proof of which is the limited edition of your favorite book she brings to one of the dinners. Inside is a card with an address, a time and telling you to meet her there. So you do, wearing one of your favorite outfits and silently praying to be appropriate, in the end it doesn't matter much, she has prepared a candlelit dinner in the botanical garden, just you two, the nature and the stars. "I really enjoyed our night, it was lovely." You whisper and play nervously with the hands. "And what about me?" Rita teases, stopping walking, and you blush nodding positively. She tries to say something more, but is interrupted by your lips on hers in a clumsy impulse, there's a doubt in the air, answered by her hands on your waist pulling you in to deepen the passionate kiss.

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Could I possibly request a Barba x Female!Reader imagine? The reader is a Detective at SVU and also Barba’s lover. Maybe they’re all in the middle of a big case that has everyone on edge and it comes to light that Rita Calhoun is representing the suspect in court. Maybe the reader hears Barba and Rita unintentionally making snippy yet flirty comments to each other (you know how Barba is and how Calhoun is lol) and it starts pissing the reader off to the point she starts ignoring Barba the whole rest of the time until the trial is over and he’s trying to figure out what he did wrong. When it comes to light after the trial, Barba ends up making it up to his girl?

Hey love! I just saw this request while going through and cleaning out my inbox!

I adore this request because Rita and Barba with their little snarky comments is chefs kiss! And because soft!Barba!! 😍😩😩 I’m looking forward to writing this for you!

I’ll be giving updates on my progress on your request as well as two other requests I saw in my inbox. So stay tuned!

Thanks for the request! ❤️

#ask #anon ask #rafael barba request

[ex-uallyactive]

this is our breaking point

rita calhoun x fem!reader 

warnings: smut, mommy kink, honestly soft wlw sex what can i say?

AU where Rita Calhoun is your professor and you’ve both been harboring feelings for each other all semester until it becomes too much one night. (starts the night it becomes too much because i was too horny to do background I'm so sorry)

side note: i’m NERVOUS, this is my first time posting one of my fics (or oneshots yktv) on tumblr so please don't crucify me...but feedback is welcome and appreicated<3 also yes this was posted on my ao3 hahaha

You sat there, next to Rita at the bar and you could feel everything in your body. It was always like this around her. Your body craved every single part of her. You swallowed a large sip of your drink, feeling the warmth of it as it slid down your throat. She looked...well beautiful would maybe be too cheap a word. She was stunning, and you were having such a hard time being professional.

Rita looked over at you and you felt your breath leave your body momentarily. The way she was looking at you, with so much longing and sincerity, it just continued to slam into you like waves crashing on a shore. This woman was certainly going to be the death of you. You could see her chest rise and fall in your peripheral vision, and what you wouldn't give to have her hold you so tightly, you would be able to feel every breath she was taking.

"Y/N..." She breathed, searching your eyes. "You're so beautiful, I don't even know how to begin." And you were utterly broken. You would do anything she asked for eternity. She was lodged so deeply in your heart that she practically flowed through your bloodstream.

"Rita." The desperation was so prevalent in your voice, it was almost embarrassing. Rita lifted her hand to your cheek and you closed your eyes and leaned into it as a reflex. You could smell her perfume and everything was so overwhelming, you weren't sure you'd make it. She softly caressed your cheek and leaned closer to you so her leg was in between yours now. You latched onto it because you desperately needed the stability.

"I don't care about how unprofessional this is, I want you," Rita continued. "I want you now, Y/N."

"How much have you had to drink?" You joked, because it was honestly all you could do in order to not disintegrate. She laughed softly, and it was maybe the nicest sound you'd ever heard. You lifted your head to make eye contact with her and your breath was interrupted yet again. She bit her lip, and your grip on her leg tightened. "Take me home with you, please."

"Gladly, sweet girl," Rita caressed your cheek one last time before closing out the tab. She looked at you expectantly after, and you stood up and followed her out of the bar. The cool air hit your skin, but the warmth from the liquor and Rita's gentle touch fought it off immediately. Rita was looking over at you, and she looked as overwhelmed as you felt. You stood on your toes to kiss her gently on the cheek and you could feel her sharp intake of breath. She grabbed your hand as you pulled away, and interlocked her fingers with yours. She squeezed it as she hailed down a cab. You climbed into the backseat and Rita gave her address and you were off.

Your fingers were still laced with Rita's and you couldn't get over how soft her hands were. You looked down at your hands and you could see Rita looking at you.

"Rita..." You whispered, wanting to say so fucking much, but not being able to find words.

"I know, sweetheart," She answered anyway, reaching up with her free hand to brush strands of hair away from your face. "I know."

Once at her place, you followed her up the stairs and she shut and locked the door behind you. She placed her hands on your waist, pulling you closer. She looked at signs of you pulling away, but of course there was no chance of you pulling away. You had waited for this moment for ages, imagined her lips on yours, imagined her mouth on your thighs and between your legs. Imagined her fingers, how she'd take you. Needless to say, you were nowhere near ready to stop.

She leaned down to press a soft kiss to your mouth, but the second her lips hit yours was the point of no return. You wrapped your arms around her neck and deepened the kiss, involuntarily moaning into her mouth. She gripped your waist strongly, giving you a taste of what her fingers were capable of. Her tongue ran along your bottom lip and you readily accepted it into your mouth. You could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears and could feel the throbbing between your legs intensify. Rita wrapped her arms all the way around you, running them along your lower back, and when you moaned into her mouth again, she took it as a sign to travel lower. She grabbed your ass and held you to her so there was no space in between you.

Rita shoved you gently against the door before kissing down your neck. Your breath was coming out so quickly now, you would've been concerned if you had the ability to focus on anything other than Rita Calhoun in the moment.

"Rita, please," You moaned, and she smirked at you. She started running her fingers along the waistline of your pants.

"Is this what you want, baby?" She asked.

"Yes, God, yes." You didn't even care how desperate you sounded. She kissed your lips again before undoing your pants and slipping her hand down your underwear. When her hand hit your bare folds, you and Rita groaned in unison.

"You're so fucking wet, little girl," You would've responded, but then she started rubbing your clit and you were rendered speechless. She rubbed a few circles before stopping. You looked at her, confused and she was just smiling. "I'm not going to fuck you against my front door, you deserve so much more than that." Rita kissed your cheek before grabbing your hand and leading you to her bedroom.

You stood in front of her as she took in your already somewhat disheveled appearance. The effect she had on you was so evident, you just knew you probably already looked ruined. She came over to you and put her hands back on your waist.

"You're sure this is what you want?" She asked, fully serious, and your heart swelled.

"I've never been so sure of something in my life," You answered, starting to unbutton her shirt. She smiled at you and dropped her arms to allow you better access. Once fully unbuttoned, you slid your arms under her shirt and she let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a red bra and she was so fucking beautiful, you bit your lip. "God, you're going to be the death of me."

You kissed down her neck and her moans were the hottest sound you had ever heard. You unclasped her bra and she let it fall to the floor with her shirt. You pulled away to look at her fully and you sucked in a breath. This was fully your undoing. Rita brought you back to reality by lifting your chin. "Lie down." She commanded gently, and who were you to disobey?

You got on the bed and your head found the pillows. Rita stood at the foot of the bed, never breaking eye contact with you as she undid her suit pants. You stared at her with bated breath. She pulled down her pants and kicked them off. You could see her underwear matched the red bra she was wearing earlier, and the fact that she wore matching lingerie was so overwhelmingly arousing. She joined you on the bed, and got on top of you, kissing you with a sense of urgency that left you reeling.

She pulled back and undid your shirt buttons, and you lifted yourself up so she could get it off, you unclasped your bra for her and threw it aside. She laughed softly at your quickness, but became serious again when she drank in your half naked form. You would've been self conscious with anyone else looking at you as intently as she was, but the expression in her eyes were so full of lust and love, that you had no room for insecurities. "Fuck, sweetheart, you are truly the most beautiful girl."

You ached for her hands on you again, and she didn't make you wait much longer as she went back to kissing you and you could feel her breasts against your own before she started her trail down your neck once more. The anticipation was growing rapidly, along with the volume of your moans. When she reached your chest, she took your nipple into her mouth while she pinched the other between your fingers. She bit down softly, eliciting soft whimpers from you. She moved to your other breast and did the same thing before trailing down your stomach, reaching the waistline of your pants again. They were still undone, so you lifted your hips so she could easily remove them along with your underwear.

Rita came up to you again, kissing you on the forehead, then cheek, then nose, then lips quickly again. "Tell mommy what you want." She whispered in your ear, and you were fucking gone for the millionth time that night.

"Fuck me, please." You begged, and she ran her fingers along your stomach lightly before dipping down to your dripping pussy once more. She stuck one finger in immediately, and you involuntarily lifted your hips up to meet her. Rita chuckled at your neediness. She moved her finger in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. "Please."

"Please what, angel?"

"Please, mommy, more." And Rita was in no mood to make you wait any longer. She added a second finger and started fucking you at a faster speed, watching you as your eyes fluttered shut and you let yourself go.

"You look so beautifully ruined for me, sweet girl, you take my fingers so well." Rita cooed, fucking you faster and faster, hearing your moans get louder and more strangled as you neared your peak. She kissed your lips, biting your lower lip before kissing down your body quickly reaching the spot between your legs. Never letting up with her fingers, she licked a strip up your clit.

"Fuck, Rita!" You jumped. Rita starting licking your clit faster, in rhythm with her fingers, and you couldn't believe it could ever feel this good. You were lost in ecstasy as your orgasm was fast approaching. The coil in your lower stomach was unraveling and you desperately reached for Rita's free hand which she readily gave up to you.

"That's it, angel, come for mommy," Rita encouraged you and as she added a third finger and lapped at your clit even faster, your orgasm hit you like a fucking train. You moaned Rita's name as you fell over the edge and she fucked you through your orgasm, not letting up until you gripped at her hand to signal it was too much.

"God, that was so good," You said, catching your breath. Rita came up to you and pressed a kiss to your mouth, and you deepened it, tasting yourself on her tongue. She let you lay her down on the bed and you straddled her hips. She grabbed them, kissing you intensely, and moaning softly into your mouth. You kissed down her body like she had done to yours, and took your time with her perfect breasts. She let out soft moans and tangled her hand in your hair. When you reached her pussy, you were surprised to find it absolutely dripping, her juices even spilling out a little onto the sheets. The thought that you had wound her up this much without even touching her really had you absolutely soaked again.

You kissed her thighs as you played with one of her nipples. You looked up at her and she looked so beautiful, this all felt like a perfect fever dream. You lapped up some of her juices, and the moans she was letting out were singlehandedly going to make you come again, you were certain of it. You began to lick at her clit, finding the spots that made her grip the sheets, then your hair, pulling you further into her. You happily let her, just wanting to make her feel as good as possible.

"Fuck, sweetheart, just like that. Keep going for mommy, I know you can." Rita breathed, and you didn't feel capable of stopping until you knew she had come. Your tongue increased the pressure on her clit before you stuck a finger inside of her and curled it up. Your other hand had moved onto her other breast, playing and pinching the hard nipple between your fingers. "You're doing perfect, baby, God, you feel amazing."

The praise was doing absolutely amazing things to you, and you kept going and going, hearing Rita's words get stuttered and broken as she neared her own release.

"I'm going to come, oh God. Don't stop, angel, your mouth feels so wonderful. That's it..." She grabbed your hair in her fist and moaned so loudly, you knew she was coming. You lapped up the juices that came with her release and kissed her thighs again. "Come here." Rita pulled you up to her and kissed your forehead. "That little mouth of yours is so fucking talented."

You laughed softly, basking in the compliment. "Funny, I was going to say the same about yours..." Rita laughed with you. You turned your back and she wrapped her arms around you, spooning you.

"You're really so beautiful, Y/N, you know?" Rita whispered into your ear. You felt your cheeks warm. "I have so much more I want to do with you, to you."

"I'm all yours, Rita." You said, turning your head to kiss her. "I could get used to being fucked like that."

"If you look that pretty taking my fingers, I can't wait to see how pretty you'll look with my cock inside of you." You felt your heartbeat pick up in anticipation, but for the moment, you were content just being held by Rita Calhoun.

#law & order: special victims unit #rita calhoun #elizabeth marvel #rita calhoun x reader #rita calhoun x female reader

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

An Acceptable Occasion to Manspread

Written with @pascalispretty A Rita Calhoun x F. Reader x Sonny Carisi fic in the Guinea Pigs Verse

Gif made by @disaster-and-disgrace Cross posted on ao3!

Written for @melk917 's bingo fulfilling the "Tabletop or just give me a lap dance" square

Warnings: well lap dances lol. Swearing, dry humping, dirty talk, stripping, female masturbation, voyeurism, coming untouched, pet names, and mentions of previous threesomes. Rating: E Word Count: 4656 Summary: Sonny earns himself a reward.

“Why don’t you give Sonny a lap dance, pet,” Rita suggests, not even looking up from the case notes she has spread over half the dining room table. You slowly close your book and stretch on the couch, focusing your gaze on her and clearing your throat. She spares you a brief glance and raises her eyebrows.

“What?”

“It sounds like he’s about to put dinner in the oven; why don’t you bring him out here, sit him down in that armchair, and give him a lap dance,” she specifies, eyes going back to the sheets of bright white paper and her Moleskine notebook in front of her.

You blink slowly, trying to remember if you’ve missed an anniversary or a birthday or a lost bet or something. Nothing comes to mind so you set the paperback on the couch next to you and stand.

“Um, okay?” She stops you with a hand wrapped around your wrist as you make your way to the kitchen. Her fingers are soft and firm, cool against your warm skin, and you look down to find her smirking up at you.

“Why am I giving Sonny a lap dance?” you ask, smiling back. She shrugs, twirling her pen around her thumb. She strokes the inside of your wrist gently before tangling her fingers with yours and pushing her chair away from the table. Rita tugs on your hand and you obediently sit on her lap, turning your face up for a kiss.

“Because he had a long day.” She leans in to kiss you again and wraps her free arm around your waist. “Because he’s still cooking dinner for us even though he had a long day.” She leans in and kisses you once more, brushing her nose against yours. “Because he knows that we’ve had long days as well. And he takes such good care of us.” She rests her forehead against yours and smiles as you try to chase her lips. “Because he deserves one, you greedy little monster,” she teases, allowing herself to be caught for one more deep kiss.

“Oh, well, when you put it like that…” You smile at her and shrug. “Of course he does and of course I will.”

You move to slide off her lap but she stops you, dropping your hand to pluck at your tee shirt and your sweatpants.

“I don’t think you’ll need these,” she suggests, eyebrow raised again. You glance down at your clothes and smirk. “Probably not your underwear either, though I’ll leave that up to you. You can take all the creative license you want with this.” You laugh as she shoves you off her lap, smacking your ass as you walk away from her.

“Oh, and pet?” You turn to face her, walking backwards a few more steps. “Don’t think this comes without any reward for you. Do this for Sonny and I think I could probably see my way to eating you out tonight before bed.” You grin and she turns her attention back to her work.

Sonny is just covering a dish with tin foil when you amble into the kitchen. He looks up and smiles briefly at you when you walk past him before turning back to his dish and gently placing it on the oven rack, shutting the door and standing to his full height. You hoist yourself onto the counter by the sink and watch as he stretches his back with a soft groan, eyes closed and lips twisted into a wince.

“Hey baby,” you greet him quietly. He smiles, eyes still closed, back still bent, his hands on his hips.

“Hey, doll. Dinner’ll be ready in about forty five minutes.”

“Come here, Sonny.” He opens his eyes and straightens up, raising a brow at you and gesturing to the cooking detritus lying on the table and in the sink with one huge hand.

“Have to clean all this up before I can entertain you, doll, sorry.” You roll your eyes and hold out a hand for him to take. When he shakes his head you huff a short sigh, pull your shirt over your head, and drop it to the floor, offering him your hand again.

“I’ll do it later, come here.” He stares at you, big blue eyes wide and darting down to your lacy bra, before quickly finding yours again. “Sonny really, do not make me try taking my pants off while I’m sitting on this counter–I will fall and crack my head open and then how will that make you feel.”

He laughs, smile wide and pretty on his face, and finally makes his way across the kitchen to you, stopping to pick up your shirt and drape it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs before he slides in between your legs. He places his hands on the counter on either side of your hips and sighs, scooting close enough to you so you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. You reach up and tug on his loose tie, staring into his eyes. Licking his pretty red lips he asks,

“Yes?”

“Thank you for making dinner. And for being wonderful and always taking such great care of Rita and I,” you tell him seriously. He shrugs like it’s no big deal and you tug on his tie again. “No, I mean it. You’re perfect and I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

You sway forward, brushing a barely-there kiss first onto his cheek and onto his forehead, and finally his other cheek before whispering,

“You should come with me into the living room, I have a special present for you. To really say thank you.” Sonny nuzzles your neck, his nose nudging your jaw as he shuffles closer.

“Sweetheart, you know you don’t need to thank me, I’ve told you before that cooking relaxes me. Chopping things is a great stress reliever,” he says with a chuckle, and you lean back a little so you can look at him.

“I know. I still want you to come with me.” Wrapping your fingers a little more firmly around his tie, you slip off the counter and start to lead him by the silky blue fabric into the other room. He gives another good-humored chuckle and follows you without much resistance. Rita looks up from her work when the two of you enter, her lips curving into a coy smile.

“I see you’re already getting into the spirit of things, precious,” she teases, closing her notebook and getting up from her seat. She rounds the table and pulls one of the chairs out, angling it towards you. “Use this, pet, the armchair looks a little low.”

Behind you, you hear her pull Sonny in for a kiss while you drag the chair closer to the center of the room. When you’ve arranged the chair to your liking, you swallow down your nerves and turn to get Sonny. There’s no time for embarrassment now and no time to make a quick detour to the liquor cabinet either. You just have to focus on the nice reward waiting for you and get on with it.

His hair is significantly more rumpled than it was when you left him to Rita’s care, and one of his hands has found its way underneath Rita’s blouse to cup her breast. Rita pats his cheek and moves away from him, walking towards the sofa to make herself comfortable. On her way, she turns the main light off, leaving just the lamp by the couch casting a low glow over the room.

You feel your face warm as you slide your phone out of your pocket just to give yourself something to do. Unsure of where to start, you just type ‘Lap Dance Playlist’ in Spotify and pick the first thing that comes up.

A song called “Down in Mexico” starts playing, something that sounds like it should be playing on an old school jukebox instead of from Rita’s Alexa in the kitchen. Still, it sounds like it’ll work so you set your phone down awkwardly on the table as Rita sighs impatiently.

“Get to it, precious. If you haven’t made him come in his pants by the time he has to go get dinner out of the oven, I won’t eat you out. And I might have to come up with a proper punishment.” The threat is enough to propel you forwards, grabbing Sonny’s hands and pulling him over to the chair so he can sit down.

You’ve teased Sonny about his tendency to manspread before. Not that you ever really complain about it, not when it puts his long legs on display. You’re especially grateful for his habit now, the familiarity of the posture making you smile and sigh. You’re having a hard time not just crawling into his lap and grinding against one of his lean, strong thighs. Taking a deep breath, and hoping you don’t look as silly as you feel, you turn your back to Sonny.

It hadn’t taken you long after meeting him to realize he was an ass man. So you decide to show off his favorite feature to start with. Your sweatpants still need to come off anyways and so you slowly start to sway your hips to the music.

You get a little more into it once you notice the hungry look that Rita is giving you. With slow, deliberate movements you wrap your fingers around the waistband of your pants and start to tug them down your legs. As your hands move lower you bend at the waist to put your backside on display right in front of Sonny. Your underwear, thankfully, matches your bra so you leave it on for the time being.

There’s no elegant way of getting your sweats off from around your ankles so you just hurry through it and kick them aside as soon as you can and hope the awkward shimmy doesn't look as silly as you felt it did. With a roll of your hips you stand back up and arch your back. You feel a little less foolish every time you glance over at Rita, her skirt riding up around her hips so you can see a hint of her underwear, getting comfortable on the couch and settling in to enjoy herself.

You’re tempted to abandon what you’re doing to crawl over to her and beg to be allowed to eat her out. Even just sitting there, sprawled on the couch and still somehow managing to look elegant and composed, she drives you crazy in a way no other woman has. Instead, you give another roll of your hips and turn around to face Sonny, determined to do this right.

He looks just as appreciative as Rita does. The lovely blue of his eyes is almost entirely eclipsed by his blown pupils as he stares at you, his eyes flicking up and down as he blushes deeply. The realization that your good Catholic boy may never have had a lap dance before comes over you in a rush of pleasure and pride.

With that thought in your mind you slowly sink to your knees. Sonny’s mouth falls open just a little as he watches you crawl towards him, still moving to the beat of the music. When you’re close enough you rest your hands on his knees and kneel between his legs to look up at him, biting your lip. He looks down at you and moves to brush your hair out of your face.

“Ah, ah,” Rita chastises from her spot on the couch. “Honestly Dominick, I know you’ve at least gone undercover enough by now to know that you don’t touch the dancer during these things. Even if you haven’t ever had one yourself.” He blushes again and lets his hands fall to his sides, eyes darting between you and Rita.

“I don’t actually have to come in my pants for this to count as a successful lap dance do I?” he asks, watching as you rub your hands on the tops of his thighs before pushing yourself up and onto his lap. You feel the hitch in his breath as you drape yourself over him, swaying to the music and grinding yourself purposefully on his leg on every other down beat. Gripping the back of his chair in your hands, you lean, stopping just close enough to kiss him. Barely brushing your nose against his you smirk and ask,

“You wouldn’t want me to go the rest of the night without coming, would you?” He looks torn and you pout at him, moving in his lap in time with the song before reaching over to unknot his tie. “Cause I can’t, you know. She says that if I come while I’m doing this I’ll be punished.”

That is not entirely the truth; she had said nothing about you also getting off on this lap dance but he doesn’t need to know that. What’s a white lie and a little manipulation between lovers?

You glance over at Rita and catch her appraising you, an eyebrow raised and looking marginally impressed. You blush and shrug, quickly turning back to Sonny and his big blue eyes that have been staring down at your breasts. You clear your throat and he jumps, ears turning pink and eyes snapping back up to your face.

“It’s okay Sonny, you can look,” you tease. “That’s most of the fun anyways.” You move closer on his lap, rolling your hips and preening at the quiet grunt you manage to pull out of him. Tugging his tie completely off, you drop it over his shoulder and sigh heavily, watching as his eyes track the way it pushes your chest out towards him.

“Are you gonna let me make you come like this, baby?” you ask, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt and looking up at him, fluttering your eyelashes a bit for good measure. Sonny groans and you see his hands come up out of the corner of your eyes before he quickly lets them drop again. “You wouldn’t want me to get punished, would you? You know Rita is so good at that.” You lick your lips and grab the back of his chair again, sliding closer to his body and making sure the noise you make as your panties bunch against you is loud enough for him to really feel it.

Your cunt comes into contact with his cock, undeniably interested in these proceedings now, through a few scant layers of fabric, leaning forward to whisper in his ear,

“You know how hot I think it is when you come in your pants, Sonny. So you know how hard it’s going to be for me not to come right here, all over your lap. God, even thinking about it…” you grind yourself onto him and run your hands down to his chest, bracing yourself as you dance in his lap, rolling and undulating your hips. “Even thinking about it is getting me so wet.”

He groans under you and lets his head fall back, exposing his long pale throat. Still moving, you look over at Rita again to see her underwear has been discarded and her fingers are playing with her clit. She’s watching the two of you closely, hair tied up and her long legs spread–a vision, should any inspiration be needed. You lick your lips before ghosting a kiss behind Sonny’s ear, trailing your tongue down his neck. He shivers and you follow the movement with your hips, sighing again and deliberately shifting your cunt a little harder over his cock.

“I can feel how much you like this, Sonny. You’re already so hard pressed against my cunt. Why not let me take you all the way? You’re gonna want to come, just let yourself,” you urge him softly, whispering into his ear before nipping the lobe between your teeth. He whines a little under you and you smile, reaching down between you to brush over his erection with the tips of your fingers. “It’d be such a shame for you to have to sit through all of dinner with this. That’d be so uncomfortable for you and I’d feel so bad.”

Sonny huffs a quick, harsh breath through his nose and you sit back up, pushing your chest out and running your hands up your sides to tangle in your hair above your head. Swinging your hips as much as you’re able, you look down and watch him stare at the way your breasts are squeezed together and the way the lace looks against your skin. Gathering your hair up, you tie it into a loose knot with the hair tie around your wrist and let one of your hands fall back onto his shoulders.

“She’s watching us, you know.” Sonny drags his eyes away from your breasts and blinks stupidly up at you. The blue is just a thin ring around his wide pupils and he has to lick his bright red lips a few times before he can finally croak,

“Wha–who? Who’s…?”

“Rita is,” you explain, moving your whole body to the music, carding your fingers in the hair on the back of his head and tugging lightly. His eyes flutter shut and he takes a deep breath. “She’s watching me on your lap, watching you be such a good boy and not touch, watching as your cock gets harder under my cunt, straining against those tight pants.” You emphasize your point with another deliberate jerk of your hips over said cock, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and whimpering as it drags against you. While the aesthetic of the movement is important to your plan for getting your reward it does also actually feel wonderful rubbing against your cunt. The lace you’re wearing is wet and bunches and drags over your clit every time you move and it’s getting harder and harder to focus and not completely lose yourself to the music.

“Want me to tell you what she looks like?”

“What?” he breathes, eyes flicking between your chest and the darkening lace between your legs as you rock on his thighs.

“She has two fingers in her cunt right now.”

Sonny gasps and his eyes snap up to yours. You can feel his cock twitch and you smirk.

“She’s getting herself off to us, Sonny. Using us to help her unwind from a long day, just like always. And I’m seeing all of it. And feeling all of you and your huge cock pressed against my cunt. And I can’t come.” You pout down at him. “Please let me help you come, baby?” His breath comes a bit more shakily as you roll yourself against his thigh again, dragging a hand down your neck to rest on your chest. “I might be persuaded to take this off if you say yes.”

You pull the front of your bra down just enough that he gets a glimpse of your nipple and stop, looking down at your breast and then back up at his wide eyes and parted lips. His hips twitch underneath you and you know he’s trying his best to resist the urge to rut up against you. You tug the lace a little lower to reveal a half-faded bite mark on your breast.

“Was it you who left this? Or Rita? I forget,” you ask, holding onto the back of the chair so you can grind your hips in circles over his cock. Sonny sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, his hands flexing by his sides. “I think it was you. Saturday? When you were taking the clamps off that Rita had put on me? Remember?”

Sonny nods jerkily and you hear Rita sigh from her spot on the sofa. When you glance over you feel more heat pool in your core. Her blouse is open and the cups of her bra are pushed down, allowing her to use her free hand to play with her nipples. Even in the low light of the room you can see the tell-tale metallic gleam of the delicate silver barbells she normally wears in her nipple piercings. She’s fucking herself harder on her fingers and you’re pretty sure she’s added a third while you weren’t looking.

“God, you look so good ma’am,” you admire, grinding gracelessly against Sonny as you ogle Rita. She smirks, another sigh escaping her as she tweaks one of her piercings.

“Be a good girl and make him come and I’ll let you lick my fingers clean.” The thought of those long elegant fingers in your mouth, covered in Rita’s slick, makes you groan. Still rolling your hips, you bring your hands back up to your bra.

“C’mon, Sonny. Please? Lemme make you come and I’ll do whatever you want. Don’t you want me to take this off?” you ask, squeezing your breasts and tugging the lace down just a little further. “Or these?” You trail your fingers slowly down your body until you can hook them into the waistband of your panties.

“God, I’m so wet Sonny. Don’t you wanna see? Just say you’ll let me make you come and I’ll take everything else off,” you whine, dragging your fingertips down Sonny’s chest.

“Fuck, baby. Yes, yes, just take them off,” Sonny manages, sounding about as wrecked as you feel. He groans when you slip off his lap to stand briefly between his legs only to choke on it when you sit on his lap again, your back pressed against his chest. His cock presses insistently against your ass and you squirm on his lap as you make yourself comfortable.

“I wish you were allowed to touch me,” you whisper, leaning forward just enough to allow yourself to unhook your bra. Still rocking your hips to the beat of the music, you shrug the scrap of lace off and throw it somewhere to the side. Rita watches intently as your fingers find your nipples and pinch and you throw your head back against Sonny’s shoulder as you moan.

“Dominick, if you can’t stop yourself from reaching up to touch her, I’ll tie your hands together,” Rita threatens airily, and you notice Sonny putting his hands back down out of the corner of your eye. You let yourself writhe in Sonny’s lap a little longer, his heart thudding hard against your back as you grind down on his cock.

A sharp sound escapes him when you slip off his lap again and you take your time sliding your panties off. Still swaying your hips, you discard the soaked underwear and turn back around to face him. Sonny looks even more flushed and his hair looks damp at the temples. Gripping onto the back of the chair for balance, you straddle his lap and grind your bare cunt against his still covered cock.

“Sorry about the mess,” you laugh, leaning back as far as you can without losing your balance and rolling your hips. Sonny isn’t even trying to pretend he’s looking anywhere but your body as you move and you wonder if he can feel how wet you are through his clothes.

“God, I wish Rita would let me fuck you. I’d love to just bend over the back of the couch while you rail me,” you sigh, turning your head to look at Rita. “Ma’am, can I touch myself? Just so I can show him how wet I am?”

“You may, precious. But only to show him. If your fingers go anywhere near your clit, I won’t eat you out later.” Rita’s voice is starting to sound a little breathier, a telltale sign that she’s getting closer to coming. You lean back in your chair as far as you can go, hoping that Sonny can see enough of your cunt for this to be worth the risk of falling off his lap. Slowly, you run your free hand down your body and spread yourself open with your fingers.

The cool air of the room hitting your clit makes you hiss and you’re pretty certain you feel Sonny’s cock twitch underneath you as he stares. You can’t keep the position up for long; your abs and your back ache with the strain of tipping yourself backward at that angle. Instead you lean forward and rest your hands on Sonny’s shoulders as you start to circle your hips again.

“Well, Dominick? Aren’t you going to tell me how wet her pretty little cunt is? Has she made a mess for me to clean up later?” Rita asks, riding her fingers hard. Your mouth waters and if you weren’t so busy with Sonny you’d offer to fetch her a toy that you could watch her ride instead.

“I–She’s so wet, ma’am. Soaked,” Sonny manages, his hips jerking underneath you as he tries to meet your movements.

“Filthy girl. So needy. You want me to take care of you later? Lick that pretty cunt until you come all over my face? And then fuck you stupid after?” Rita’s voice sounds strained and you gasp and rock your hips harder.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be such a good girl, ma’am, I promise. Wanna suck Sonny’s dick while you fuck me, please–”

It’s too much for poor Sonny. With a low moan his hips stutter underneath you, one of his hands coming up to hold you still as he comes. You manage to tear your eyes away from Rita to look down and watch him, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth parted slightly. His breath is coming in short sharp pants and his fingers are tight on your shoulders as his hips give a few more hard thrusts before he slumps back against the chair, chest heaving.

“Fuck, baby, Jesus Christ…” His voice is raspy and quiet, words coming surprised and fast in between gasping breaths that he drags into his lungs. You grin down at him, shivering at the sight and reach for his other arm, dragging it around your waist.

“Like that, honey?” you ask sweetly. He nods, wrapping both his arms around your waist and sitting up just enough to rest his head on your chest. The short puffs of warm air tease your nipples and a shudder ripples its way down your spine. You turn to look at Rita and find her still watching you, still working three fingers hard into her cunt.

“Did I do well, ma’am?” you ask coyly, licking your lips as you stare. She drops her head back onto the couch, nodding, and shifts her hips impatiently as she chases her own orgasm.

“So well, my little guinea pig.” She gasps and you dig your fingers into Sonny’s hair. Kissing the top of his head you whisper to him,

“Think you can turn your head a little, baby? She’s about to come.”

Sonny turns to rest the side of his face on your breasts and you can feel his cock give a valiant little twitch under your cunt as Rita softly moans “fuck” and finally comes. Her thighs quiver, her back arches off the couch, and the muscles along her calves tense as she rides it out. The vision of her coming is a sight you’ll never get tired of, and you squirm in Sonny’s lap while you both watch, petting his hair apologetically when he whines pathetically.

She finally sighs, breasts heaving under her sensible, but still gorgeous, silk blouse, the movement making her piercings catch on the fabric and twinkle alluringly in the light. Sonny moans desperately between your legs and you echo the sentiment–Rita smiles, pleased with the reaction she’s garnered.

“Get over here, pet,” she pants, extending an elegant glistening hand to you, her fingers wet with her come. “I believe I promised you an interim present before you get your reward after dinner.”

#melk917fantasybingo #sonny carisi x reader #rita calhoun x reader #rita calhoun x sonny carisi #rita calhoun x reader x sonny carisi #rita calhoun #sonny carisi #law and order svu #fan fiction #fanfic

[altsvu]

Law and Order SVU Masterlist

(will be updated regularly!)

✨- denotes smut

total completed works: 24

Series:

✰ fitting in (sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ three way phone - part 1 | part 2✨- coming soon! (sonny carisi x peter stone x detective!fem!reader)

Oneshots:

✰ unusual reunion (candy hearts bingo - sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ sneaky on the 8th floor (love you, love you not bingo - sonny carisi x female reader) ✨

✰ returning the favor (love you, love you not bingo - peter stone x female reader) ✨

✰ pre-motion shenanigans (love you, love you not bingo - sonny carisi x female reader) ✨

✰ new beginnings (request - peter stone x female reader)

✰ wet dream (request - sonny carisi x ada!female!reader) ✨

✰ strapped up - coming soon! (casey novak x black!detective!fem!reader) ✨

✰ more than just my intern (sonny carisi x fem!reader)

✰ wanted him back - coming soon! (request - nick amaro x fem!reader) ✨

✰ long lost (peter stone x black!fem!reader) ✨

✰ you saved me - coming soon! (request - amanda rollins x black!teen!reader)

✰ fainting spells - coming soon! (request - sonny carisi x black!fem!detective!reader)

✰ massage envy - coming soon! (sonny carisi x black!fem!reader) ✨

Drabbles:

✰ surprise, let’s be valentines (love you, love you not bingo - rafael barba x gender neutral reader)

✰ fantasies (rafael barba x female reader) ✨

✰ truth or dare (100 celebration - sonny carisi x gender neutral reader)

✰ we’re not dating! (100 celebration - sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ dress shopping (100 celebration - nick amaro x female reader)

✰ tattoo ridden (200 celebration - rafael barba x fem!reader) ✨

✰ secretly in love (request - rita calhoun x gn!reader)

✰ talk through it (request - sonny carisi x fem!reader) ✨

✰ too fast… or not fast enough (request - sonny carisi x fem!reader) ✨

Headcannons:

✰ one true love (request - rafael barba x gn!reader)

✰ gala ready (wsvu week - cabenson)

Other:

✰ a little excerpt (sonny carisi x oc)

✰ 5 minute drabble (rafael barba x gn!reader)

#altsvu #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #svu fandom #law and order svu fandom #sonny carisi #ada rafael barba #ada peter stone x reader #peter stone #ada sonny carisi x reader #ada rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba #svu x reader #svu fanfiction #law and order x reader #law and order fanfiction #law and order fic #law and order svu masterlist #this is for the pins #altsvu makes masterlists #please like if you see

[6rookie-writer0110]

MASTER LIST- 27!!!!!!

Rules 

I don’t want to be in California _Elliot Stabler x Male Reader (SMUT)

The sun is not our color - Elliot Stabler x Male Reader (SMUT)

Let me drink in Memphis - Elliot Stabler x Male Reader (SMUT)

Sfw and Nsfw headcanons - Eliot Stabler X Male Reader 

Can’t sleep with you on my mind - Casey Novak x Reader

Our love doesn’t have to be hieroglyphs - Olivia Benson x Reader

Out of the blue - Olivia Benson x Reader

House of seven swords - Olivia Benson x Reader

Just us two - Alex Cabot x Reader

Say hello - Alex Cabot x Reader

You have something on your lip - Rita Calhoun X Reader

Lady Dimitrescu Yandere Alphabet

I have seen what the darkness can do - Lady Dimitrescu x Male Reader

Coloured eyes - Malia Tate x Male Reader (SMUT)

Don’t tell the Massiah we are in love - Hope Mikaelson x Male Reader/Tribrid

Oregon - Buck Buckley x Male Reader (SMUT)

Kiss me before the sun comes up - G!P Ahsoka Tano x Female Reader g!p Jedi (SMUT)

What’s the wave to a tornado? Teen Titans Raven x Male Reader (SMUT)

Curse me with your love spells -Scarlett Johansson x Male Reader (SMUT)

HC F!Reader/ghost rider

Frankie Rizzoli x Male Reader, SFW Alphabet

We have to sink the lighthouse - Frankie Rizzoli x Male Reader (SMUT)

#masterlist #Master list

[jamiethetrans]

Old Habits Die Hard - Ch 1

Rita Calhoun x Transgender FTM Reader

AN: Same as the others, simply a repost.

But those who are new and haven’t read the story yet, I need to warn you (if you haven’t read the under title) that the reader in this story is a transgender reader who has changed their gender from female to male.

If this is not something you enjoy reading or isn’t fond of, I recommend you don’t read this story.

There will also be both F/M intercourse and M/M intercourse. (trying to sound professional instead of simply saying sex) though the M/M is very mild and not very long. There will of course be warnings in the author’s note before the chapter begins.

You’re warned

Good reading!

“I don’t know what to do Rafael… Carisi has left us to take your position and Kat is–“

“Out of control?”, Barba said interrupting her and Olivia gave him a look, her hands on her hips. The man could see how tense she was and sighed looking down.

“Liv… You’ll find a way. I know it”

Olivia sighed and looked out of the window. “What does your new boss say?”, Barba asked and she turned to him.

“Well he’s looking. Trying to find anyone really”

Barba nodded and thought is thoughts through and suddenly came to thought, Olivia immediately noticing. “What?”

“I might have someone in mind”

Olivia raised an eyebrow and Barba smiled as he stood from his seat. “I’ll call you”, he said and walked out of the office. Olivia stood back left with a frown and saw Amanda coming in as Barba left.

“What’s going on? Why’s he in such a rush?”

“He thinks he might have someone who can work here”, Olivia answered as she sat down by her desk and put on her glasses. Amanda sighed nodding.

“Oh. Still haven’t found anyone?”

Olivia shook her head and Amanda nodded in understanding. The older woman noticed the file in her detective’s hands and nodded towards it. “Is that the Henderson file?”

“Uh yeah. I found out he has a record. Assault and larceny. It says here that he was arrested three years ago for assault on one of his female coworkers from his previous job at the corner cafe down in midtown”

“Wait the corner cafe? The same where Briana worked?”

Amanda gave her a look. “You think it could be her?”

“I mean it’s possible. Does it say who the coworker was?” Amanda looked in the file and shook her head as Olivia stood from her seat and walked over to her. “Hhmm No”

Olivia sighed looking up and Amanda kept reading. “Although…”, she said and Olivia looked at her. “What?”

“It says the crew had heard them yelling pretty loud about some money issues. Says they yelled about the coworker owing money to Henderson”

The two women’s eyes met and they both knew what the other thought. “It’s her”

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You took a deep breath as you walked over to the weights and counted to three in your head before lifting it up. You felt your muscles tense and you held it for as long as you could, feeling yourself getting into even more shape. Your muscles getting bigger and stronger.

After a minute of holding it, you put it down with a bang and you took a deep breath. You heard the small sound of someone clapping over your music and turned to see a person you haven’t seen in a very long time, standing by the entrance to the gym.

A smirk creeped on your face and you put the weights back on their place before taking your water bottle, walking over to the person.

“Rafael Barba”

“Y/L/N”

You walked closer and noticed how much he has changed. “Nice beard. How long has that taken over that pretty mouth of yours?”

Barba rolled his eyes and looked around in the gym. He noticed you were the only one. Not that it was a mystery as to why. It was just past 2 am. “You haven’t changed”

“Neither have you”, you said right after and your eyes met. You smirked and walked over to your bag, putting your bottle inside. “May I ask why you’ve come here and interrupted me and my training in the middle of the night?”

“You still work down at homicide?”, he asked and you turned to him, meeting his eyes. You put down the bag and walked towards him, making him walk backwards. He felt his back hitting a large pole and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

You came up close and stood almost chest to chest, just inches from touching each other. You were almost a head taller than him. “Who’s asking?”

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“I’m sure we can figure something out” Olivia didn’t believe a word. But Fin had always supported her and it meant so much to her.

“How? I mean I haven’t heard anything from Barba and none of the other SVU precincts have the people for it. Everybody is short handed. Especially in this line of work”

Fin sighed and looked out of the window from Olivia’s office and looked at Rollins and Tamin. “I’m not so sure about Barba though”, he said and Olivia furrowed her eyebrows. She looked out of the window and saw Barba and you walking towards the office. Fin turned to his boss with a frown. “Who’s that?”

“I don’t know”

Barba knocked and opened the door. “Hey, who’s this?”, Olivia asked and Barba turned to you for a moment meeting your smirking face. “She doesn’t know?”

Olivia’s face met Fin’s and she raised an eyebrow. “Know what?”

You turned to her and held out your hand. “Y/N Y/L/N. Homicide. Rafael told me you needed people here” Olivia took the offered hand and smiled. “Yeah”

“Well it’s your lucky day then. I so happen to have written my resignation letter yesterday evening”, you explained and Olivia and Fin furrowed their eyebrows. And it didn’t go unnoticed by you. “And then Rafael told me about you needing people. How could I say no?” Olivia turned to Barba and the man smiled back at her. He knew she liked the idea.

“What do you think they’re talking about?”, Rollins asked as she sat by her desk and looked at Tamin. The other woman looked over at the office and noticed both Barba and you standing by the entrance.

“Hhhmm. Don’t know. Haven’t seen the guy before”

“You think he could be a new detective?” Kat scoffed. “New? Look at his body. I doubt there’s anything new about him when it comes to detective work”

Rollins frowned for a moment before the door to the office opened once more and all four people came out. “I’ll see you later”, Barba said turning to you and you watched him as he left the squad room.

“Alright everybody. This is Y/N Y/L/N. He’s our newest member of the squad so take him in and show him around”, Olivia introduced you and you turned to the two female detectives and gave them a charming smile.

“Hey guys. Nice meeting you”

“Y/N is from homicide but wanted something more and here he is”

They both greeted you and Olivia gave you a desk next to Tamin. “So. Homicide huh?”

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You walked into your apartment and immediately noticed the amount of letters laying on the floor. You sighed and picked them up, going through them as you walked further inside.

“Money, money, work”, you mumbled to yourself, putting the third to the side. “More money, money, money, work again” You put the last one to the side as well before putting the last of the letters in a pile of its own.

There was suddenly a knock on your door and you frowned and turned around. You had barely made it through your apartment and you already had visitors. You walked over to the door and opened it. “Captain”

Olivia gave you a smile, a nod in the process. “Y/L/N. Mind if I come in?” You shook your head and stepped aside.

She looked around as she walked in, a smile forming on her face. “It’s a nice place you got”, she commented and you met her eyes and nodding.

“Yeah… thanks” She walked over to the couch and sat down. You watched her from your kitchen as you stood by your island and she met your eyes. “How did you know where I live?”, you couldn’t stop yourself from asking and she chuckled.

“Barba told me” You chuckled looking down.

“‘Course he did”

“But there’s a reason I came here Y/N” You looked up meeting her eye and she looked down and her fingers for a moment before looking back up. “SVU is a vulnerable place. It’s different from homicide”

You looked down at your fingers, playing with the small golden ring on your finger. “I know Barba recommended you. And I believe he did for a reason”

You looked back up and met her eyes. She stood from her seat and walked over to you, standing on the other side of the island. “I read through your resume. I’m impressed. Graduated at the top of your class. The youngest person to ever finish the academy and become a detective”

You gave her a soft smile and she gave you one back. “Truly I just wanted to know if you’re ready for what’s SVU has in store. Like I said, it’s not like homicide or narcotics”

You stared into her eyes and she could see the determination in your eyes. “I’m ready”

She nodded and gave you a smile. “Good”

————————————————

“Docket ending 175438 the people versus Johnny Booth, how does the defendant plead?”

“Not guilty your honor”, the attorney answered and the judge turned to the A.D.A.

“People on bail?”

“We request remand your honor. The defendant is at high flight risk as he was taken at the JFK airport about to fly to California”, Barba answered and the defense attorney rolled her eyes.

“Mr. Booth was simply on his way to visit his daughter who’s in college in California.

“And that happened to be around the time he’s accused of rape?”

“Save it for the trial counselors. Bail?”

Barba sighed and looked down at his papers. “We request $50.000”

The judge looked at the defense attorney and she sighed nodding. “Well it’s settled then. Mr. Booth you will be remanded till someone can come and bail you out”

Barba sighed as the gavel hit the sound block and he turned to his old high school friend and gave her a nod. “You wanna come back to the office and talk deals?”

“In your dreams Rafael. We both know that’s a way too high bail”, she said and Barba frowned at her. “Then why not suggest a lower one?”

“I don’t have the time”, she said and walked out of the court room. Barba sighed and met Olivia’s eyes as she stood in the doorway.

“She sounded harsher than usual”, Olivia commented and Barba chuckled rolling his eyes as they walked out of the court room. “She’s just stressed. So how is Y/N with the others?”

“He’s doing good. Him and Kat are like best friends by now”, she said and Rafael chuckled. “And it’s only been like a week. I can’t even imagine how they will be when we’ve reached a month”

“Oh I don’t think you want to know”, Rafael mumbled to himself but Olivia heard it perfectly.

“What do you mean?”

He turned and met her eye and cleared his their. “Well he isn’t–“

“Hey”, a voice said and they both turned to see Rollins walking towards them.

“Hey”

“How did it go?”, the blonde asked and Barba gave her nod before continuing walking.

“$50.000 on bail”

“Good. Tamin and Y/L/N are with a victim. We got a call while you were in arraignment”

“Well let’s get back to the precinct and see what they’ve found out so far”, Olivia said nodding and the others nodded and followed her out of the court house.

They reached the precinct and immediately walked into Olivia’s office and watched you and Tamin take the girl’s statement.

“Alright Carol. With your statement and the rape kit, we have enough to take him to trial”, Kat said once she had finished taking her statement. You nodded in confirmation as you stood behind her, your arms crossed.

“Wow what?”

“What’s wrong?”, you asked and Carol gave you a terrified look.

“I-I don’t wanna press charges. I-I just…”, she trailed off and Kat sighed looking down.

“Carol–“

“If he finds out I did this, he’ll kill me”

You sighed and looked away while Kat leaned back in her seat. You walked out of the room and met Olivia, Barba and Rollins in Olivia’s office.

“She’s scared. There has to be a way to take him to trial without her taking the stand”, Olivia said turning to Barba and the man sighed.

“She’s the most credible witness that you got. Find me another victim or convince her”, he said and turned to you. He gave you a look before leaving the office.

You sighed and turned to look at the girl through the window. Kat and Rollins both noticed the look between you and Barba and furrowed their eyebrows, looking at each other.

“Alright Tamin, Rollins. Find out if this guy has other girls in his life”

They both nodded and left the office. Olivia turned to look at you. She noticed how you looked at the victim. How soft your eyes were as you watched the girl looking down at her fingers. “You okay?”

You turned to her and froze for a moment before clearing your throat. “Yeah. I’ll uh. I’ll go and see if I can find anything on the rape kit.

Olivia nodded and watched you leave the office before sitting back down by her desk.

#old habits die hard #rita calhoun x reader #rita calhoun #rafael barba #reader insert #reader #transgender reader

[neuroprincess]

Law & Order: SVU - You meet again (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Cabot, Casey Novak, Liz Donnelly, Olivia Benson and Rita Calhoun

Warnings: None

Word count: +900

Alex Cabot

- It's been 18 years since you saw each other in person, during your teenage years you kept sporadic contact through letters and phone calls. You felt proud of her every step, supporting her in all the courses, internships, sleepless nights studying, but two months before high school graduation the blonde cut ties abruptly, there were many unanswered phone calls and letters that returned or were never answered. This didn't stop you, years later, from sending one last letter to congratulate her when you heard that Alex had graduated in Harvard, her dream since you were kids. In the meantime you went on with your life, graduated, bought a house in Texas and got married at 30, divorced at 32, the dream house was sold and you started your own business in NY, a coffee shop in a good spot. Weeks after opening a group of detectives walked in and you immediately recognized a blonde head accompanying them. Much taller than you remember, wearing a feminine suit that fit her body well, eyebrows coming together in a thoughtful expression that you know well. She took a moment to choose something in the display case, and when she looked up, she was in shock. Your name escaped through her lips in a whisper.

Casey Novak

- A simple softball game got you three days off work, a mild concussion and a pretty purple eye. The ADA visited you every day since the event, on the day you returned to work the veteran detectives made a few unfunny jokes about you being able to handle big men but getting knocked down by a ball, giving you slaps on the back in consolation for the attempt. At lunchtime you received a bouquet of yellow roses, a box of Swiss chocolate and a handwritten apology card inviting you to dinner to make up for the hospital trip. You had exchanged phone numbers at the hospital, so making the appointment was easy, finding a space in your professional calendar was not, and after two weeks you met at a restaurant a few blocks from your apartment.

Liz Donnelly

- As you work together you frequently bump into each other in the hallways, there are always cordial greetings and brief conversations about the case you are working on, but nothing beyond that. Two months go by quickly, you seem to have fallen in everyone's favor and perform your tasks with competence, making Alex proud and excited to celebrate your work, especially for being your first formal job in the law area, you meet after work in a chic Manhattan bar, not far from the office. About 15 minutes later another blonde joins you, dressed more casually than usual, a smile painting her lips as she walks toward you after meeting you by happenstance. "Well well well, Cabot and her ward, so what are we celebrating? I'll pay for the drinks."

Olivia Benson

- The same night of the misunderstanding the Captain sends you a message apologizing for the situation in front of your house. You talked for a few more minutes and she thanks you for always being the one with Noah on the occasions she can't, in the end you agree to let the kids meet on a weekend after their punishment. For your children it was long, but just two weeks forbidden to go out play after school and video games. Evelyn was anxious, running around the house to make sure everything is ready for Noah's arrival, initially you had arranged with the Bensons to meet at the park but the rainy weather made you change your plans, finally deciding on a day of board games. Catan, El Dorado, Detective, Monopoly, even Jenga and Twister, there is a table full of snacks and treats, a wine is kept in the back of the cupboard in case Olivia enjoys it, you don't know what they like so you buy everything. At the appointed hour the doorbell rings and you find mother and son as excited as you are. It would be a fun day.

Rita Calhoun

- She didn't show up for weeks, every Tuesday you drove customers to other tables to reserve that special one in the hope that Rita would show up, which didn't happen. After the fourth Tuesday in a row you gave up. The new manager didn't harass you anymore, while he didn't make things easy at work, denying you overtime and events that usually pay a little more, after all, the generous tip from those rich people is what pays your bills. You chose to resign when you realized that there was no advantage or anything that bound you there, the emergency fund lasted long enough until you got another job, this time in an Italian restaurant, not as fancy as your previous job but much more welcoming. Monday is usually a slow day, you found out after two months as a waitress, so you are alone with the chef, working overtime late at night when she enters the homely environment, looking out of place in her expensive suit and high heels worth a rent. "Miss Calhoun?" you whisper, an involuntary smile on your lips. "I told you to call me Rita, sweetie." she sits up and signals for you to come closer. "What are you doing here? Forgive me, but this restaurant… it's not up to your level, it's not fancy." deep down you wait for the answer that comes next, not being able to think of any other explanation for her being on the other side of the city alone on a week day. "I came after the service of my favorite waitress."

#law & order: special victims unit #svu fanfiction #law and order svu #alex cabot x reader #casey novak x reader #liz donnelly x reader #olivia benson x reader #rita calhoun x reader #preferences #female reader

[thatesqcrush]

Mr. In Between, Ch. 3

Rafael Barba x Reader.Brief mentions of Rafael Barba x Olivia Benson. Prompt inspired by @sweetsummertime99: “ I was watching friends and it was the episode where Ross writes the pro/con list for Rachel and Emily. I’d like to see if someone would write the same kind of scenario not with a waitress but other attributes. Rafael Barba x Female Reader where Rafael writes the list and the reader finds it. Possibly comparing to Olivia?”

CW: angst, language

AN: Special thanks to @melsquared79 for helping me proof and bounce ideas!

Tags: @madpanda75 @ottosuricato @delia26 @dreila03 @sass-and-suspenders @glimmerglittergirl @melsquared79 @mommakat32 @garturbo @southern-magnolia @niyashell @tropes-and-tales @imjustreallynosy @whyissvuruiningmylovelife @sweetsummertime99 @evee87 @scarletsoldierrr @kscarlett1 @cesarofangirl78 - anyone else just ask.

The season came and changed the time. The winter wind howled fiercely outside your apartment window while snowflakes gently fluttered to the ground. You swallowed some generic acetaminophen and chased it with alka-seltzer in an attempt to quell your hangover.

You walked over to the naked man in your bed whose name you didn’t care to learn. Your apartment reeked of alcohol, sex, and cigarettes. It was nauseating and your stomach churned.

“Wake up,” you replied sternly, nudging him with your foot. The man stretched, turning over to face you. “Hey doll,” he replied, with a leer. “Last night was fun.”

You grabbed his clothes which were lying in a heap in the corner and tossed them onto his bare chest. “I am going to take a shower. You better be gone by the time I get out.”

You made your way to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You felt relief when you heard the door to your apartment shut moments later. Certain you were alone, you began to cry.

To your disappointment, Rafael heeded your advice and didn’t reach out any further. You wondered if you were important to him after all.

In the immediate aftermath, you walked around in a haze. To numb the pain you felt, you drowned yourself in work during the day. You even made yourself available to the other partners at the firm you were at. Your billable hours increased exponentially. However, at night, and especially the weekends, you drank your paycheck.

On more than one occasion, as you recently demonstrated, you entangled with random strangers who for a brief moment in time made you feel wanted and desired. They made you feel like an object to crave; something you always wanted with Rafael. You always hated yourself after. You felt greasy, cheap and easy. But you were devastatingly heartbroken.

You would swear after every drunken hookup, there would be no more - that would be the last one. But you knew you were lying to yourself. The names were never important - just the brief moments of pleasure - you just wanted to forget - and as the orgasms washed over you, you imagined it was Rafael who you were with.

—

Rafael threw himself into his work as well. It was the one coping mechanism he could easily rely on. Work was always there, like clockwork.

Part of his brain reasoned he should move from sex crimes to another unit in the D.A.’s office. Anyone else would have called him a masochist for continuing to work with Olivia and the SVU squad after.

Rafael was the utmost professional - and prided himself on that. So when the SVU squad barged into his office, he acted as if he were completely unfazed by Olivia in the room.

“Detectives,” he acknowledged. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Olivia gave a thin lipped smile, which was accompanied by a roll of her eyes, of which Rafael didn’t miss a beat of. Carisi launched into the details of their most recent case, providing reasons for their need for warrants. Rafael nodded along for good measure, but he had effectively tuned Carisi out.

Taking a sip of his coffee which had grown cold, Rafael waved Carisi off. “Okay, okay, I’ve heard enough. I’ll get your warrants. Now if you don’t mind, I have to get back to trial prep.”

The squad shuffled slowly out of Rafael’s office. Olivia hung back, and she turned to face Rafael. “It’s good to see you as always Rafael.”

“Likewise Olivia,” Rafael replied.

“I do miss you - us,” Olivia continued, pushing back her hair. She approached Rafael, who was now standing by his coffee maker pouring himself a fresh cup. Rafael shook his head and sat back down at his desk.

Olivia sighed and made her way towards the door. She pivoted, turning to face Rafael eye to eye, and waved her arm around. “Just so you know, I know you’ll say you’re fine - and that may work with this office and the rest of the squad - but not me. You don’t know how bad of an actor you are. It’s obvious being dumped has affected you.”

Rafael swallowed hard. “I—“

Olivia gave Rafael a small, patronizing smile, before she headed out the door.

Rafael slammed his pen down in frustration. Huffing, he began gathering his documents and stuffing them into his attache. He barked at Carmen, advising her to clear his schedule and hold his calls. Almost immediately Rafael felt guilty for snapping at Carmen and vowed to take her to lunch to make up for it; he also felt guilty for allowing Olivia to get to him the way she did.

—

Rafael tried to focus on his upcoming trial as he nursed his scotch.

“Ahem,” a voice interrupted his thoughts. Rafael sighed and turned around. He groaned at the sight of Rita Calhoun.

“Counselor,” Rita greeted, setting her purse down at the bar and taking the seat next to Rafael. “Am I interrupting?” The bartender approached. “I’ll have a glass of Merlot, thanks.”

“You are,” Rafael snapped. “If you recall, we have a trial in two days.” Rafael swallowed the remnants of his drink, appreciating the burn down his throat. He snapped his fingers at the bartender and motioned for a refill.

“I’m here for that reason. Let’s play make a deal,” Rita, continues ignoring his comment. “Put my drink on his tab,” she winked.

Rafael sighed once more. “The people aren’t interested in any deals-your client is a sadistic rapist who assaulted three women.” He rubbed his face in exasperation. Rita opened her mouth to make another crack, when she noticed how worn Rafael appeared.

“Rafael, are you okay?” Rita asked, concerned.

Rafael chuckled low, and gave a small half smile. “Like you give a shit.” He took a sip of his refilled drink, and let the alcohol swish around in his mouth before swallowing. Rita smacked Rafael’s arm in response.

Aggravated, Rafael stood up and gathered his camel colored wool coat. He wrapped his red scarf around his neck before reaching into his wallet and throwing a couple of bills onto the bar. “I’ll see you later,” he replied before reaching to pop an olive in his mouth.

Rita followed Rafael as he exited Forlini’s, throwing on her coat. She followed behind him, her heels clicking against the pavement. “Would you just wait Rafael!”

Rafael turned around. He shivered as a gust of wind blew through. “What is it Rita?”

Rita closed her own coat tighter. “Rafael, I know we don’t get along when we are opposing counsel, but at the end of the day, you are still my friend from Harvard who helped me ace my constitutional law final.”

Rafael didn’t reply, but gave a curt nod. “Come on,” Rita replied linking her arm with his. “Let’s go back to my office.”

Rafael released his pent up emotions about the breakup to Rita as they walked side by side.

“You should move on Rafael. This isn’t healthy. You deserve to be happy,” Rita leveled with him. “I may know someone.”

“God damnit Rita, I don’t want anyone else but her,” Rafael snapped.

“Then you need to talk to her,” Rita replied. They stopped at the intersection, waiting for the light to change.

“She — “ Rafael began but he stopped short. From a distance he could see it was you crossing the street. Your head was hung low, your arms wrapped around you tightly. You hadn’t noticed him - yet.

You suddenly materialized in front of him. “Rafael,” you replied softly. “Hi.” You looked at him, then at Rita, and then at their linked arms.

Rafael followed your eyes and realized it must have looked like if it was more than just two friends walking. Rafael jumped and unlinked his arm. “Hi - this is my colleague, Rita. She’s opposing counsel but we went to law school together.”

Rita shook your hand and you gave her a small smile.

“How have you been?” Rafael asked but he knew the answer almost immediately. You looked exhausted — your skin was sallow, you had bags under your eyes and your normally shiny hair had lost its bounce and luster.

You frowned, unsure as to how to answer, so you didn’t. “I have to get going. It was nice to see you - and it was nice to meet you. Take care.”

And with that, you were gone, running into the adjacent the subway entrance, without so much as a glance behind.

“Well, that was sufficiently awkward,” Rita quipped.

“Tell me about it,” Rafael grumbled.

—

When you saw Rafael, your heart ached in your chest. You knew he was handsome, but you nearly forgot how strikingly handsome he was.

You wished you could just go back to the way things were. You wished you had never bothered to get the WiFi that night. You closed your eyes as you recounted him telling you were the one for him at the gala.

Despite being in the subway, you still had an internet connection on your phone. Slipping on your headphones, you played some music as the train lurched through the station.

Your heart racing in your chest, you opened up your messages and began to type.

{Y/N, 3:15 PM} Hi. It really was nice seeing you. Can we talk?

You hovered over the send button. You chewed on your bottom lip. Just as you were about to hit send, your brain took over for your heart, and you deleted the text altogether. Instead, you focused on the blur of the station as your train hit full speed.

—

Eventually Rafael went home. He removed his suit, hanging it neatly in his closet. He dug out a pair of well worn Harvard sweatpants and slipped them.

Pouring himself a drink, he sat cross legged in his bed and turned on his iPad. He opened the notes app, and scrolled through until he found the list.

He read through each one. And then re-read the list. Opening up a new note, he began to type.

TBC...

#my fics #my writing #rafael barba and reader #barba and reader #rafael barba fanfic #barba x reader #rafael barba x reader #reader x barba #rafaelbarbafanfic #rafaelbarbaimagine

[dynowrites]

Tension (Rita Calhoun x reader)

For the lovely @svuboyz I just realized how shit this is. Oops, oh well.

You stood there and stared at the male behind the glass. You were absolutely sickened by what this man has done. Now that he was finally in your custody, it was time to began questioning him. You took a moment before you entered the interrogation room, Fin following right behind you. You had moved to lean up against the wall as Fin moved to sit in the seat in front of the male.

“Still don’t want to talk to us?” You had spoken with your arms crossed over your chest. The male just sat there and must stared at the table.

“Doesn’t matter if he talks or not, the girls have talked enough to put him away for a long time.” Fin had answered you. The male chuckled as he finally looked up, glancing between you and the SVU Sergeant. 

“Half those girls barely know any English. They’ll tell you anything you want to hear.” The male had spoken. This was the first time he had said anything since the moment you had picked him up. A smirked moved over your lips as you placed your hands on the table and leaned forward.

“That’s how you like them, isn’t it? You get the ones you know don’t know English so they can’t tell. You think you’re the first one to do that?” You had asked him. He slowly looked up at you and smirked some.

“What is it that you even want, detective? All those girls will say that I saved them.” The male said as his eyes danced around your body. You felt violated, like he was mentally undressing you. You rolled your eyes as you leaned in, your face only an inch away from his.

“When we found all those chains in the basement of the house, what he was that? They told us how you would break them in. How is that saving them?” You had whispered as the male stared at your chest before looking you in the eyes. He opened his mouth to speak before the door flung open.

“Don’t answer that. Now that I’m here, may I have a moment with my client?” You had heard a familiar female voice. You had turned around and stood there staring at Rita.

“Excuse me, Counselor. May I talk to you? In private?” You had spoken as you walked out of the room, Fin and Rita followed. Fin soon walked away with Olivia and Amanda who were watching the who situations between you and the perp.

“What the hell are you doing!? I understand this is your job, Rita, but this lowlife? He is a human trafficker!” You had began to argue. You had tried to keep yourself calm, but you did raise your voice a bit. Rita just watched you before turning towards the door.

“If you’re done, I have a job to do, detective.” Rita said before she turned and entered the room. You rolled your eyes as you simply walked away and made your way back to your desk.

You have asked yourself so many times how you could date Rita. She represented the put you fought so hard to put away. You knew that it must not be easy on Rita to do this to you, but you both had a job to do. You weren’t allowed back into the interrogation room and was simply told to go home, by Olivia. You had argued with her for a few moments before you found yourself in your car. You had driven back to your shared apartment you lived with Rita in and waited for her. You were going to let your anger and frustration out once she got back home. After a few hours of sitting on the couch just watching the news, you heard the door open.

“I brought subs home for dinner. Assuming you were too pissed off to cook.” Rita had said as you stood from the couch. You had crossed your arms over your chest and just glared down the taller woman.

“How could you do this, Rita? I understand that its your job to defend these criminals, but my job is to put them away.” You began to argue. Rita rolled her eyes as she placed everything on the kitchen table.

“I understand you don’t like what I do. This is what I do for a living, though. This is the exact reason why I try to do cases that I know you and the squad aren’t working on.” Rita began. You rolled your eyes as you made your way towards her.

“I hate arguing about this all the time. When I do take a client you’re trying to put behind bars, I see that look in your eyes. I know how pissed off you get but I can’t control who represents these people! This is my job, (Y/N).” Rita had said as she just watched you. A sigh left your lips as you grabbed the sub out of the bag before heading to the kitchen to grab two wine glasses.

“Let’s just eat dinner and watch some TV. Forget about this case until court.” You mumbled as you poured the glasses to the brim. Rita had nodded as she moved to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable before joining you on the couch in watching Netflix movies.

#law and order svu #law and order: special victims unit #law and order special victims unit #rita calhoun #rita x reader #rita calhoun headcanon #rita calhoun x reader #svuboyz

[neuroprincess]

who do i write for

NEW MASTERLIST ^^ and NEW LIST OF CHARACTERS

Characters

Criminal Minds

Alex Blake | Elle Greenaway | Emily Prentiss | Jennifer Jareau | Penelope Garcia | Tara Lewis

Law & Order: SVU

Alex Cabot | Casey Novak | Liz Donnelly | Olivia Benson | Rita Calhoun

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hilda Spellman | Lilith/Mary Wardwell | Zelda Spellman

Abbott Elementary

Ava Coleman | Melissa Schemmenti

+ characters by Kathryn Hahn

Agatha Harkness | Carla Dunkler | Claire Debella | Eve Fletcher | Olivia Octavius / Doctor Octopus

+ characters by Gwendoline Christie

Brienne of Tarth | Larissa Weems

+ extras

Maura Isles

#alex blake x reader #alex cabot x reader #agatha harkness x reader #ava coleman x reader #brienne of tarth x reader #casey novak x reader #carla dunkler x reader #claire debella x reader #elle greenaway x reader #emily prentiss x reader #eve fletcher x reader #hilda spellman x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #liz donnelly x reader #lilith x reader #mary wardwell x reader #larissa weems x reader #melissa schemmenti x reader #olivia benson x reader #olivia octavius x reader #doctor octops x reader #penelope garcia x reader #rita calhoun x reader #tara lewis x reader #zelda spellman x reader #female reader #kathryn hahn x reader #gwendoline christie x reader #maura isles x reader

[neuroprincess]

Law & Order: SVU - How you met each other (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Cabot, Casey Novak, Liz Donnelly, Olivia Benson and Rita Calhoun

Warnings: None

Word count: +800

Alex Cabot

- Anyone who looks at the ice queen so comfortable in New York urbanism can't imagine the ADA's origins. Anyone would picture her as a library rat as a child, wearing a pearl necklace and sitting at the table with tough-talking adults, which is partially right, but no one could imagine Alexandra Marie Cabot wearing denim overalls shooting cans with a slingshot, swimming naked in the lake, and creating a fort in the tree house. Enjoying what Texas provided for a child. You grew up with this version of her, spending summer vacation afternoons together on the Cabot farm, until she returned for good to New York at age fifteen and never came back.

Casey Novak

- You knew her before she knew you, Casey's fame in softball extended to several departments, especially yours, narcotics, where you worked for months. The narcotics team hated her, she single-handedly took down their best players and you admire her for it, was beautiful to watch the redhead play, mesmerizing. At the end of the year SVU and Narcotics qualified for the finals, you used to just watch the games until Vizzini retired and left a gap in the team, filled by you, your co-workers pushed you until they convinced you to try even though had never played before. When the day came, you couldn't stand on the field for 10 minutes, Casey's determined eyes made you more nervous than you already were. The last thing you saw before passing out was the ADA bouncing a ball in your direction. And the first thing you see when wake up is Novak sitting in the armchair next to the hospital bed, a guilty expression on her face.

Liz Donnelly

- Being an ADA is a great responsibility and burden, made even greater by being the half-sister of the brilliant and perfect Alex Cabot, your mother was married three times, she was born from the first marriage and nine years later you were born from a second union. Despite this, the two of you were raised close and she became your inspiration, which led you to study law and follow in your sister's footsteps by becoming an ADA, one of the youngest in SVU. And so you ended up in Liz Donnelly's office, formally introducing yourself after getting the competitive position, with your high grades, extracurricular activities and a recommendation from Alex. "I'm curious to work with Cabot's ward. Welcome, Y/L/N!"

Olivia Benson

- Being a single mother is hard but Evelyn is a sweet and behaved child, making the process easier. You didn't expect that one drunken night would give you a little brown-eyed angel, the beginning was painful and in time you have adjusted well to a quiet life. And it is because you know how hard and difficult it is to be a single mother that you understand the life of Noah, Eve's best friend at school, and often gave the Bensons a little help, even though you didn't know the boy's mother personally. You were surprised the day Noah got into your car with Evelyn after class claiming that his mother had let him come to your house to study for the test, which you found out was a lie when you found an angry brunette at your door accusing you of kidnapping her son. Needless to say, Evelyn and Noah were grounded for weeks.

Rita Calhoun

- Paying for college is hard when you are young and new to a metropolis like New York, but you are determined to fulfill your dreams and get a degree at NYU, so you have gotten a night job as a waitress in a fancy restaurant and at events on the weekend. Sometimes the weekday work can be exhausting because of the hours, but it pays a decent wage and the customers tip well, especially the brunette in the suit who shows up almost every Tuesday, usually alone, and on other occasions accompanied by men in suits, as if they were in a meeting. She always orders the same wine and the chef's dish. Another Tuesday came and you were having a terrible day, it all started with a test that was annulled by a small detail, then you got rained on way from the dorm to restaurant and the icing on the cake is a new manager harassing you from the moment you arrived. Rita realized what was happening as soon as you attended to her and seemed extremely nervous about his lewd glances across the room, minutes after you left the table the man was there, having an apparently serious conversation with the woman. When you returned to pour the usual wine she seemed satisfied, which made you apprehensive thinking you did something wrong. "Is there a problem, Miss Calhoun?" you asked, standing rigidly beside her. "No, Y/N. But the manager will be soon if he keep acting like this." she smiled and winked at you before dismissing the service with a nod. "And you can call me Rita."

#law & order: special victims unit #svu fanfiction #alex cabot x reader #casey novak x reader #liz donnelly x reader #olivia benson x reader #rita calhoun x reader #headcanon #female reader #law and order svu

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

The Audition

A story written in collaboration with @pascalispretty in the Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun/Sonny Carisi x Reader Law School AU Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way

Written with @pascalispretty who always keeps us on track and also does our moodboards because I have the artistic talent of a drunk raccoon. Cross posted on ao3!

For @melk917 's bingo filling the "Let me do the damn thing (what's my name, what's my name, what's my name?)" square.

Warnings: teasing, sarcasm, dithering, name calling (jokingly and lovingly), Sonny is less than confident and his gf is understanding, the Orioles beat the Yankees, semi-public blowjobs, responsible safe sex negotiation, mentions of a previous threesome, mentions of face sitting, mentions of a possible future foursome, lots of kissing, a bit of a strip tease, masturbation (of the female variety), first time anal sex (m. receiving), coming untouched, p. in v. sex, and a bit of swearing. Rating: E Word Count: 14,008 Summary: Sonny works up some courage, and Rafael finally gets his turn with you and your boyfriend.

“Do you want to see Rita again?” Sonny asks, bringing his hand up to stroke your hair. You snort and shift your leg just enough so you can kick him in the thigh.

“What?” he laughs, reaching down to try to catch your leg before your foot does any more damage. “It’s a serious question, you might’ve hated the whole thing and are just too polite to say anything!” The two of you struggle for a minute, stifled giggles interspersed with hissed admonitions to ‘shut up or my parents are definitely going to know you snuck in, you idiot’ and ‘I didn’t “sneak” you let me in and I will throw you under the bus and tell them that’ before Sonny finally pulls your leg over his hips. He settles you next to him with a happy sigh, gripping your knee and rubbing his thumb softly on your skin.

“Yeah, I faked five orgasms and neither of you noticed,” you snark, squeezing the arm you have around his waist.

“I think I do.” You pause, gathering your thoughts, and then shrug. “But if you don’t I’m not going to cry in the shower where the water will wash away my tears so you won’t notice that I’m pining away for her for the next several months either. I will, of course, constantly be thinking about her and wishing I was with her until I will finally lock myself in our new apartment and pull a Sylvia Plath. So if you don’t want to, I’m cool. Just, factor that into your decision.”

“That is an alarmingly detailed description and now I’m a little worried about moving you into any residence with an oven in it.”

“Well too bad, I was just there with my dad earlier today and the oven in our new place functions beautifully,” you tell him, smiling into his soft gray tee shirt.

“Oh yeah? How’s everything look? Besides the oven that I will have to baby proof now,” Sonny asks, long fingers playing with your hair absently.

“Some pipe in the bathroom got cracked or whatever so our move-in date is getting pushed back again. Sorry, I meant to lead with that tonight.” Sonny groans.

“Tell me the truth, is this just some elaborate prank? Is there no actual apartment for us?” You laugh and dig your fingers into his sides. “Am I doomed to live in Red Hook with Weird Todd for the rest of my life?”

“You’re such a drama queen Sonny Carisi, is this what living with an Italian full time is going to be like? Constant moaning about the state of the universe and complaints?”

“You forgot my exceptional cooking. And I have it on good authority that I am excellent in bed as well,” he corrects primly.

“Whoever told you that was clearly trying to stroke your ego.”

“You told me that,” he reminds you, pinching the back of your knee. You bite your lip around a squeal and try to wiggle away from him. “‘Oh Sonny, you’re so good at this, fuck, I’ve never had a better lover’!” he mimics, voice a handful of octaves higher than normal. You slap his chest and redouble your efforts to get out of his grasp but he’s having none of it.

“I don’t sound like that at all!”

“You do, but since I’m a gentleman I’ll refrain from starting an argument at three in the morning,” he retorts. The two of you settle again and he sighs, hugging you against him tighter.

You’re just starting to doze, the steady thump of his heart and the heat radiating off of him putting you to sleep, when he clears his throat and shrugs.

“I do too.”

You blink slowly, trying to retrace the conversation and figure out what he’s talking about.

“Your voice is a little deeper than that, hon…” you mumble into his chest, unsure where he’s going with this.

“No, loser, I want to see Rita again,” he confesses and you can practically hear the blush on his face as his legs shift anxiously under yours. “I mean, if you were serious about that. I don’t need to or anything, just, it was nice, and since it seemed like you had a good time, and she kind of indicated that she’d want to–”

“Sonny, shut up.”

“Shutting up now, yep.”

“We should text her tomorrow,” you tell him, opening your eyes and staring through the darkness of your bedroom at the window across from you. You can see the same streetlight outside that’s softly illuminated your childhood room for as long as you can remember, illuminating Sonny’s hand on your leg and you sigh. “At the very least we should thank her for a fun night.” You hesitate, trying to look up at Sonny’s face in the gloom. “You did have fun, didn’t you? You’re not just saying that because I enjoyed it?”

“Yeah, I actually really hated watching my girlfriend live out one of her ultimate sexual fantasies. It was super boring,” Sonny whispers, and you pinch him in the side. “Of course I had fun. We’ve talked about it plenty, it didn’t make me feel insecure or jealous or anything. Well,” he pauses and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “I was maybe a little jealous that you got to have Rita sit on your face. But it’s good to know you look just as hot eating a woman out as you do giving a blowjob.”

The reference to your night with Rita makes you shiver, remembering all too well how good it had felt to have Rita straddling your face and grinding against your tongue while Sonny fucked you. It also reminds you of the promise you made to Sonny and you smile at the thought.

“Maybe we shouldn’t just call Rita tomorrow. Didn’t she give you Rafael Barba’s number? We could see if you look just as good sucking dick as you do eating me out.” You feel Sonny go rigid underneath you and you’re sure if the lights were on you’d be able to see him blushing violently.

“I–how would you feel about that?” Sonny asks, sounding a little less confident than he had a moment ago. You vividly recall how nervous you were when it came to Rita at first and you hug him tighter, stroking his side gently.

“I mean, I know you wanted to explore being with a man too. And I think Barba is gorgeous–the two of you would look really hot together.”

“God, he is, isn’t he? Those hands of his,” Sonny groans quietly, and you have to take a moment to think about Rafael’s beautiful hands and all of the things he could do with them. “Same rules apply?”

“Of course. Both of us or neither of us.”

“I know Rita said that he would be upset he missed out on Friday but do you think she meant it? I thought he was flirting more with you at dinner.” There’s more than a little nervousness in Sonny’s voice and you move one hand upwards in the dark until you can cup his cheek in your palm.

“Well, he would have to be an idiot not to find you attractive. And he doesn’t seem like an idiot. But if he is an idiot we can find someone else who likes us both. I don’t want you wasting your time on anyone who can’t see how devastating you are.”

“Can I get that in writing? Just for the next time you tell me my hair looks stupid?”

“Stop putting so much gel in it and it won’t look stupid. And don’t deflect.” Sonny heaves a sigh underneath you and buries his face against the top of your head. “Why don’t we just ask him out for dinner and see what happens? We could always say it was about you shadowing him at the DA’s office,” you suggest, trying not to get carried away with visions of Sonny’s full pretty lips stretched around Rafael Barba’s cock. Sonny’s silent for a while and you can practically hear the cogs turning in his mind.

“I think that’s a good idea. Reach out to them both tomorrow and set up a dinner with Rafael? Get together with Rita another time?” You nod sleepily against Sonny’s chest, the lateness of the hour suddenly hitting you full force. As you start to doze, you think vaguely of how to broach the idea with Rafael. And whether or not you should ask Rita for advice on how to get her on-and-off lover into bed.

******

we had a lot of fun over the weekend

You scrunch your nose up and shake your head, thumb hovering over the blue arrow as you chew on your lip nervously. Fuck, it’s just a text, you’ve already had the woman’s cunt in your face this really should be the easy part. Clearing your throat and adding a winking face at the end of it, you squeeze your eyes shut and hit send, immediately throwing your phone across the couch and folding your arms. You roll your shoulders and burrow further into the couch, a loud breath gusting out of your nose as you nervously start to pick at the skin around your thumb.

This is fine. The text is fine. She wouldn’t have given you her number if she didn’t want you to use it–Christ that wink was a huge fucking mistake.

You jump up and aimlessly look around your parents’ living room, wishing you had school or a job or Sonny or anything to occupy yourself with while you wait to see if Rita texts you back. Shit. Does she even text? Fuck, if she prefers talking on the phone I am so screwed…

You groan and tip your head back to stare at the ceiling. The last time you felt this awful about something so personal you were fifteen and waiting for Ryan Miller to respond to your note asking him to go to homecoming with you. You acknowledge that it is ridiculous to be comparing the two situations but now that the memory has been brought up….You paced around this same living room during that relationship crisis too, shit, you need to stop sitting in this room. You can’t stop thinking about it now and how Ryan looked a little like Rita; same color hair, same color eyes, and–

No.

No this is ridiculous. You are a grown up, girl, stop it, you think, viciously smacking the back of your hand. You square your shoulders and glare at the atrociously expensive, ugly piece of modern art your mother hung on the wall three years ago that neither you or your father have the heart to tell her is the most hideous thing either of you have ever seen.

You reach down and pick your phone back up, flicking your wrist a little to get the screen to wake up and staring at it as your messages rematerialize on the bright LCD screen. There was, predictably, still no response from Rita. At least she didn’t have you on read. She might have just turned that off, a tiny voice hisses in the back of your mind and you growl, beginning to type a little more firmly than your phone probably deserves.

interested in a repeat performance?

Sending that text out into the world is more an act of defiance than anything else. You slip your phone into your back pocket, marching out of the room and up the stairs, determined not to look at it again until after you finish getting dressed to go meet Sonny at the bar. You were going to make Sonny call Rafael on his break tonight and, as a reward, you had offered to text Rita for the both of you. You hope you have some kind of response from her to show Sonny by the time you get there or you’re never going to convince him to pluck up the courage to reach out to Rafael.

And, honestly, if you don’t get some kind of reassurance from Rita you’re going to have a hard time convincing yourself to convince Sonny that this is something you’re both brave enough to try.

You still haven’t heard anything as you slip into jeans that don’t have a hole in the crotch or by the time you put a bra on and tug a tee shirt over your head. Brushing your teeth and doing your hair is also accompanied by radio silence and now you’re starting to get anxious. Well, more anxious. It’s not until you’re locking the front door behind you and heading down the block to the subway that you feel a faint buzz in your pocket and you drop your purse trying to pull your phone out as fast as you can.

“Shit!” You glance up to find your next door neighbor staring balefully at you and you smile awkwardly. “Sorry, Mrs. Reilly.”

It’s a text from Sonny.

“Fuck,” you hiss and hear the cranky old woman tut at you disapprovingly.

“Apologies, Mrs. Reilly.” You look back down at your phone as you collect your bag off the ground.

yankees game tonight doll, bars packed. guess i wont have time to call him after all. aw shoot

You roll your eyes and huff a laugh.

suck it up you little bitch, you’re calling that LILF if i have to literally squeeze your balls till you do it

promise? ;)

ha nice deflection, try that one in court counselor. i texted rita, you call the man

what’s an LILF

lawyer i’d love to fuck, obviously.

You look up briefly to cross the street. Once you’re on the other side, and the stairs leading down to the station are in view, you look back at your phone to see,

yeah cause that was super ‘obvious’. you made that up admit it

you’re stalling. i’m about to head down to the subway and you are calling him as soon as i get there.

You’re about to descend into the malodorous bowels of the New York City subway system, still disappointed by the lack of response from Rita Calhoun, when another notification pops up. Thinking it’s your boyfriend, who you love to pieces but who is being an actual cowardly lion about this, you groan quietly and brace yourself to tell him you’ll look for his balls that he must have dropped somewhere. You look down just as you lose service.

And here I thought I might have worn the two of you out.

You gasp and snap your eyes back up, staring fixedly at the Patriots logo on the hat of the man in front of you, breathing a little hard. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.

Now that she’s actually replied you aren’t sure what you want to say. Flirt? Play coy? How brazen are you supposed to get when texting a hook up your parent’s age and trying to schedule a time for her to sleep with you and your boyfriend again?

This was not covered in Sex in the City, Gossip Girl, or any HBO series you ever watched and you’re suddenly very glad you have a long train ride to contemplate how to ask her to ruin you with a strap while Sonny watches without sounding like a drooling moron. Making a mental note to maybe think past the first text next time you find yourself in a similar situation, you take a deep breath and try not to overthink your response as you type.

hardly. i’m used to keeping up with sonny and that man would do nothing but eat and fuck if it was biologically possible

You pause briefly, worrying your lower lip between your teeth, and you decide to be a little more forward.

though you’re welcome to try again

They won’t send until you’re above ground again but you minimize so you’re less tempted to chicken out and change them.

The bar Sonny works at is only a few stops away and as soon as you emerge out into the humid New York night you pull your phone out to double check the texts sent. You want to slap yourself for acting like a schoolgirl with a crush–even though you’re fairly sure your earliest exchanges with Sonny had been colored by the same nervous anticipation–as you shove your phone angrily back in your bag.

It’s bustling and noisy when you finally get to the dimly lit dive bar and patrons are crowded around the flatscreens that are mounted all over the room. You have to push a little to make your way over to the bar itself and you prop your elbows on the top as you search for Sonny.

He hasn’t noticed your arrival yet; he’s a few feet away scooping ice and you let yourself drink in the sight of his forearms as he shakes whatever concoction he’s making. When he moves down the bar to grab something from one of the fridges he finally spots you and shoots you an apologetic smile before he carries on.

You don’t mind, you’ve spent plenty of time in this dive waiting for Sonny and keeping him occupied when business is slow. As soon as a barstool nearby is vacated you hop onto it and pull out your phone again to see if Rita has replied yet. There’s a message waiting, but your phone decides that now is going to be one of the times that it doesn’t think your face looks enough like it did ten minutes ago and refuses to unlock. Sighing irritably, you wait for it to prompt you to type in your code and startle when a bottle is set down in front of you with a thunk. You look up to see Sonny grinning at you as he nods his head at the Brooklyn Lager next to your hand.

“Some guy wanted me to send this over to you,” he explains, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Huh. Is that so. And, uh, did this ‘guy’ ask for a tip as to what to send over or did he just decide for me?” Sonny shrugs, briefly looking away to make sure he isn’t needed anywhere for the next few seconds.

“Just picked somethin’. But I have it on pretty good authority that this is one of your favorites.”

You pick up the bottle and give it an experimental sniff.

“It’s…tolerable, I suppose.” You take a sip and set it back down. “Does this mystery man expect any sort of reciprocal favors for buying me a drink?”

“Definitely at least a blow job later tonight,” Sonny informs you, waving at a guy in a Yankees hat down at the other side of the bar.

“Bold of him to assume I do that.”

“Oh, he knows you do. Shit, I really have to get this guy–put a pin in this super hot thing we have goin’ right now?”

“Oh,” you start, fighting a grin. “You mean where I pretend I don’t know that you’re the stranger who bought me this and you continue to act like you aren’t deliberately trying to distract me from making you call Mr. Barba?” Sonny blushes, moving away from you.

“What? Sorry I couldn’t hear you over how hard I’m working right now!” You laugh and roll your eyes, bringing the bottle back up to your lips as you finally unlock your phone.

Before choking on the beer in your mouth as you read Rita’s reply.

How close to achieving that goal do you think I’d get if I stuck a vibrator in you and made you watch as I rode that pretty boyfriend of yours?

You quickly look up to make sure that no one is reading over your shoulder, feeling your face get hot as you look back down at your phone. Alrighty then, this sure took a quick turn. You set your phone face down on the sticky wood of the bar and sigh, drinking quietly and staring at the rack of liquor bottles in front of you, fighting a hysterical giggle.

Of course you want to text her back. Of course you really want to sext her back. But you need to talk to Sonny–and get Sonny to actually call that man–about how he envisioned these next couple of meetings going. Fuck Rafael before fucking Rita again? Fuck them both at the same time?

You set your beer down and stare up at one of the TV’s above the bar, trying to quickly figure out how far into the game it is. The Yankees are losing to the Orioles–oh, dad is not going to be happy about that, you can’t help but think with a sympathetic wince–but not by enough that the sea of black and white jerseys has started to get restless. The bar is definitely calm enough for Sonny to take a break.

Finishing your beer, you pick at the label nervously, standing on the stool rungs so you can lean over the bar and catch your boyfriend’s eyes. He looks over at you and then behind himself quickly. Turning back to you, he smiles politely and points at himself. Me, he mouths and you roll your eyes.

“Yes you, you scarecrow!” you call down the bar, and a few regulars laugh. Sonny grins and saunters back over to you, taking the bottle out of your hands with a playful frown.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t get the deposit back if you tear the label off?” You huff at him and sit back down.

“Yeah, well, in my defense, we’ve got some nerve-wracking things to be doing when you take your break right now so I’m a little keyed up.”

He leans his elbows on the bar, his face a few inches from yours, and suggests, looking deliberately at your lips,

“I can probably think of a few things to help calm you down. If you’re interested.”

You sway forward a little and whisper,

“You calling Rafael would work miracles in that department actually, Romeo.” Sonny drops his head to the bar and groans.

“Baby come ooooooon…. You’re so much sexier than me, can’t you call him?”

You ruffle his hair and laugh.

“This is not high school sweetie, I am not asking your crush out for you.” Sonny groans dramatically again and you watch his shoulders bounce as he kicks the floor with the toe of his sneaker. “I do have some good news for you though. Might give you some courage.”

“What? You were just joking and you do plan on making this phone call for me?”

“Hon, I am not your secretary, I am not arranging your booty calls for you. No. Rita texted me back.”

Sonny stands up so fast you’re surprised he doesn’t topple over backwards. He stares at you expectantly and you stare back. Finally he heaves a sigh and asks impatiently,

“Well??! What did she say?!”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure we’re sexting right now,” you inform him arily, enjoying the way his jaw drops and the way his eyes suddenly bug out. “And I can’t respond to her until I finish with you, so come on Sonny, this train would like to leave the station–you gotta get your skinny little ass off the tracks!”

“What do I even say to him?” he asks desperately.

“The first thing that pops into your head, don’t overthink it. I’ll make it worth your while if you get outside and call him within the next five minutes,” you promise with a coy smile. You can practically hear the gears turning in Sonny’s mind as he thinks over your offer, those pretty eyes drifting back down to stare at your lips.

“Fine. I’ll meet you in the alley ‘round back,” Sonny sighs, chucking you under the chin before taking your empty bottle away. You watch as he says something to the other bartender and then ducks through the door that leads into the back.

In the time it takes you to make your way out of the front door and into the alleyway that runs along the back of the bar Sonny has somehow managed to polish off half a bottle of water. When he spots you approaching he pulls his phone from his back pocket and sighs deeply.

“If I call him will you let me read the texts Rita sent you?” he asks suddenly, his thumb hovering over Rafael’s name in his contacts. You roll your eyes as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close.

“Yes, if I haven’t died of old age by then. Do you think she’d appreciate a tasteful nude of the two of us or is that a step too far?”

“We can work that out when my shift’s over.” His free hand slips underneath the hem of your shirt, his palm warm as he grips your waist. Remembering his teasing earlier, you look up at him and bat your eyelashes.

“I seem to recall that a handsome man bought me a drink earlier. That probably earns him a blowjob when he gets home from work.” Sonny’s hand tightens on your waist and he smiles flirtatiously at you. A smile has no right to be that sexy. It makes you want to kiss his stupid face.

“Why wait until I come home from work? There’s nobody around,” he points out before sighing gravely. “And you know I’ll need all the motivation I can get to keep talking to Rafael.” He encourages you to turn until you’re facing him directly, pulling you close to him again. The two of you have dabbled in semi-public sex before but this is the most exposed location you’ve ever considered, you realize with a shiver. And you aren’t entirely opposed to the idea.

“Really? Right here?” You tuck your fingers around the buckle of his belt, not making any move to undo it just yet. Sonny stares down at you, his beautiful blue eyes looking a little darker.

“Right here,” Sonny confirms, his hand slipping out from under your shirt to cup your jaw. His thumb strokes softly along your cheekbone and even that barely-there touch is enough to make you tremble. You’re so tempted to give him what he wants–you love it and it’s been days since you’ve blown him. It’s intoxicating to hear him praising you, to feel the desperate little thrusts of his hips as he can’t help trying to push himself just a little deeper.

“I don’t hear you on the phone,” you point out, raising an eyebrow at him, determined that this is going to be a reward not a distraction. Sonny laughs, taking a few steps back and pulling you with him so the two of you are somewhat shielded from view by a few empty crates stacked up by the wall. The quick kiss he gives you takes you by surprise and before you can think about deepening it he pulls away and presses the button on his phone to dial Rafael.

He holds the phone to his ear and looks meaningfully down at the hand you still have on his belt buckle.

“He hasn’t picked up yet,” you whisper, leaning closer to Sonny and straining to listen to the call. Instead of unbuckling his belt, you move your hand down a little to palm the front of his jeans. The ringing abruptly stops.

“Hi, Rafael, it’s Sonny Carisi. We met at the dinner party last weekend? Rita Calhoun gave me your number,” Sonny starts, trying to sound much more confident than he clearly feels. As he listens to Rafael’s response he rolls his hips against your hand, his cock starting to harden under your palm. Knowing that you won’t have the luxury of taking your time out here, you work his belt buckle and pants open as quickly as possible. You’re fairly certain that if the two of you get arrested for this your respective families will murder you both so time really is of the essence.

“Well, I hope you had a great rest of the weekend,” Sonny tells him, watching you intently as you sink to your knees in front of him. You tug his jeans and underwear down just enough to allow you to pull his cock out and Sonny swallows thickly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Working tonight, actually, I’m sure I’ll be happier when my shift is over.” You wrap your fingers around his cock, relishing in the way it hardens even further under your touch. Sonny’s free hand tangles in your hair and you can practically feel his eyes on you as you lean forward to lick away the beads of precome smeared on the tip of it.

“Oh, she’s great too. She’d say hi but she’s got her hands full with something else right now.”

Just for that, you take the first few inches into your mouth in one abrupt movement. His hips stutter involuntarily and when you suck he makes a rough noise that he quickly disguises as a cough. Sonny’s hand in your hair tightens, and the pull you feel makes you moan softly around his cock. You love it when he tugs on your hair, love the heavy weight of him on your tongue, love the taste of him. Once he’s done you might have to lock yourself in a bathroom stall and get yourself off–there’s no way you’ll be able to wait until Sonny finishes work for him to reciprocate.

“Huh, uh, well, funny that you’d ask that question.” Sonny huffs an awkward laugh, fingers tightening in your hair still further as you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock. “I was sort of wondering if you still’d be interested in maybe, you know, letting me follow you around for a day?”

He pauses to listen to Rafael and you look up in time to see him blush and squeeze his eyes shut in an adorable mix of embarrassment and arousal.

“Wondering,” he replies a little more firmly. “Definitely no maybe.” You smirk before sucking a little harder, digging your fingers into his thighs. Sonny chokes quietly and lets his head fall back against the brick wall behind him with a soft thud. “Noooo, I wasn’t only hoping to discuss shadowing you–was I that obvious?” He laughs nervously again, confidence growing a little more as Rafael directs the conversation where all three of you want it to go.

“She’s definitely interested too, yeah,” he answers quickly and looks down at you, his face twisting into something desperate as you bob your head and swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. “No, she really can’t talk right now.”

You snort and he yanks on your hair, glaring down at you and trying to fight off the smile that threatens to overtake his entire face. He listens intently as you bring your hand up to stroke the base of his cock, taking quick shallow breaths and nodding at whatever Rafael is saying.

“Yea–” he squeaks, hips thrusting suddenly and pushing himself further into your mouth when you tongue experimentally at the tip of his cock. “Dinner sounds great!”

He’s panting a little now.

“Yeah, yep, you can text me to–morrow! I will still have a phone and I will totally answer!” You grin again before starting to suck in earnest, hoping to get him to make that noise again.

“No! No, why would you even suggest–yes, okay yes, fuck, she is, and her mouth feels fucking amazing, and I am really having–Jesus Christ–having a hard time following what you’re trying to say to me right now,” he moans, voice raspy and fingers digging into your scalp.

“Okay, sure, uh-huh, text tomorrow, sorry.” You see his hand, and his phone still tightly clutched in it, drop to his side out of the corner of your eye as Sonny groans and curses loudly.

“Fuck, I hate you so much sometimes,” he pants at you and you smile inwardly, incredibly pleased with yourself.

***

“So we’ve talked around this enough I think–are we here to discuss the two of you coming back to my place once we’re done here?” Rafael asks, dabbing delicately at the corner of his mouth with his napkin, his sharp green eyes watching the both of you. You’re stunned into silence and Sonny looks like a rabbit suddenly confronted by his impending, violent death.

“This doesn't have to be that kind of dinner, of course–we could just hash out the details of young Dominick shadowing me at the DA’s office and I can foot the bill and send you two pretty young things on your way,” he clarifies, smoothing his napkin back onto his lap, voice serious, face open and non-threatening. “I’d love it if you chose option one, obviously, but option two is very much on the table.” His eyes are twinkling as yours widen. “So to speak.”

The terrible pun snaps you out of your surprise and you laugh, relaxing again and setting down your fork. You nudge Sonny’s foot under the table and he blushes, turning to look at you. You shrug and he reciprocates, smiling bashfully before clearing his throat and looking back at the lawyer sitting across from you.

“How about option three,” he proposes, voice gaining certainty as Rafael’s smile turns into a slow smirk. “We finish dinner, talk about me spending a day in your office, and then you take us back to your place and get to know us a little better?”

“Oh, I think I know the two of you pretty well by this point,” Rafael points out. “Rita has been singing your praises for the past couple of weeks.” You both blush a little. It does feel nice to know she liked it enough that she shared. “But I think this sounds like an excellent plan, Dominick, I did always prefer having my dessert where I could take my time free of interruptions.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and he shrugs innocently, going back to his meal and running through his schedule with a starstruck Sonny.

Rafael can’t seem to stop making ridiculous puns throughout the rest of the meal and looks absolutely delighted when you threaten to withhold the promised sex if he doesn’t stop telling dad jokes. He does make the three of you stay for dessert–a real one, he teases–asserting that he never ends a meal without something covered in sugar. Or an hour, really, a meal isn’t necessary for a kick of something sweet.

You can tell he’s working hard to keep the both of you at ease; flirting and teasing, letting his clearly massive intellect out only in small doses designed to draw you both in with quips about other diners or people you all happen to know. He has to be a menace in a courtroom, you can’t help but observe, making a witness comfortable enough that they won’t notice that he’s going in for the kill until they’ve already spilled all their carefully guarded secrets to him. Even if this doesn’t turn into anything at all but a footnote in your sexual history you’re incredibly glad that you and Sonny have an opportunity to maybe soak up some of the knowledge he’s possibly unintentionally passing on to you right now.

You snort softly and take a final sip of your wine before allowing Sonny to pull your chair out for you. It’s probably about as unintentional a lesson as that slow casual glance up and down your entire body that he levels you with as he stands as well.

He continues the quiet and stakes-free conversation throughout the whole ride back to his Manhattan apartment and you want to kiss him right there for helping to keep Sonny calm about all of this. Sonny has talked non-stop about this dinner but a lot of that chatter was a thin cover for how nervous he was. So having Rafael help you with your boyfriend is…nice. It’s comforting, knowing that you can trust him with the older man; that Rafael knows a little about what’s clearly on Sonny’s mind and that he’s taking the time to covertly reassure him.

That quiet air of ‘this is no big deal, we do this all the time, everything is totally normal’ continues as he opens the door to his place and ushers the both of you inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click and waiting for you both to hand over your coats.

“Make yourselves at home, please. Can I get anyone a drink or is further liquid courage not necessary?” he asks, a glimmer of the impish humor that was on display when you met him with Rita at your parents’ party coming through. You smile as you look over at Sonny who shakes his head and takes a deep breath. Rafael shrugs and hangs all of your coats by the door, toeing off his shoes and throwing himself into an armchair across from the couch. He gestures to it languidly, legs spread and slouching, looking for all intents and purposes like some sort of indolent prince you’ve come to petition. He looks gorgeous like that, a thick tendril of hair falling over his forehead as he watches you both sit, and you’re pretty sure he is purposefully cultivating the image.

“So. I would very much like to fuck one or both of you tonight,” he states matter of factly, raising an eyebrow at you both, leaving the ball in your court to pick up or ignore as you see fit. You look over at Sonny sitting next to you, his thigh warm as it’s pressed against yours. Sonny’s fingers are tangled together on his lap and he clears his throat before lifting his gaze to yours. He shrugs and nods.

“We’d like that as well,” he starts slowly, finally looking across at Rafael.

“Maybe with a focus on Sonny,” you interject. “It’d only be fair since I occupied most of Rita’s attention the other week.” Rafael smirks and lifts a shoulder carelessly as you feel Sonny fidget next to you.

“Well, I do aim for justice and fairness whenever I can. Dominick,” he turns to your boyfriend and you watch as he pours all of his focus on him, pinning Sonny in place like a mounted specimen. “This your first time doing this?”

“Oh, um, not a threesome, obviously, you heard all about our night with your…partner,” Sonny stutters, only slightly awkwardly. Rafael grins.

“With a man, Dominick,” he elucidates.

“Yes. Yeah, um, yep, no this is definitely the first time I’ve done…that.”

“Are you hoping to try anything specific or dealer’s choice?”

Sonny clears his throat and shrugs again, looking over at you for a second or two before turning back and shifting in his seat.

“Mostly dealer’s choice I suppose? I was hoping you could. You know.” He gestures vaguely and turns big eyes on the man, clearly hoping that he can correctly interpret what he wants to get across. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve never had a guy’s dick in my hand before, but I mean, never had one…” he trails off and Rafael is clearly trying not to smile too widely at him as he nods and finishes,

“In your ass. You can say it, Dominick, you’re among friends.” You can hear the barely suppressed laughter in his voice and shake your head, turning to look at a piece of art on the wall next to you to cover your own smile. “Any ground rules I should be aware of?” Rafael asks, voice steadying out as he moves to a more serious subject. “Hard limits? Are you participating at all, sweetheart? Don’t think I don’t want to get my hands on you as well.” You meet his barely-there wink with a flirtatious smile.

“Oh, definitely participating,” you assure him. “We heard a few very enticing things about you from Rita that I’m personally very curious about seeing for myself.” You sit forward a little and meet his eyes directly, all joking put aside. “Condoms. We’d like you to wear one.” Rafael waves away the apology you can’t help but let creep into your voice.

“Of course. Anything else?”

“We use the color system for safe words.”

“Simple but effective, I like it,” Rafael acknowledges and stands, one hand in his pocket and one hand extended to Sonny. “Do you need a minute, Dominick?” Sonny stands quickly and takes the offered hand, shaking his head and allowing himself to be tugged towards the shorter stockier man. “In that case…”

Rafael pulls Sonny’s head down to kiss him and you watch Sonny’s hands flail wildly for a second before he whines softly against the lawyer’s lips, finally settling them on the man’s waist. Rafael’s sinfully long fingers slide into Sonny’s hair, weaving into the dark strands to keep him in place while Rafael kisses him. You wouldn’t have been able to tear your eyes away if Amal Clooney had burst into the room to offer you a job.

Sonny seems to relax into the kiss a little, making a soft little noise in response to whatever Rafael is doing with his tongue. He looks a little stunned when Rafael lets go of him and you sympathize entirely; you must have looked very similar when Rita had started in on you. You’re not prepared for Rafael to turn his attention on you, those lovely green eyes of his making you feel like the only person in the universe as he gazes at you with unabashed desire.

“Joining us? I’ve heard so much about that pretty mouth of yours from Rita,” he says with a smirk, offering a hand to you. You feel yourself flush at the thought of the two of them talking about you like that and it takes you a moment to meet his eye again. He helps you up and keeps one arm wrapped around Sonny as he pulls you in for a kiss.

The three of you are pressed close together, Sonny’s hand finding your waist as Rafael kisses you hungrily. His lips are thinner than Sonny’s but so soft, and your knees nearly buckle under you when he softly bites at your lip. When he suddenly pulls away a pathetic little whine escapes you before you can get yourself under control.

You don’t have time to be mortified; Rafael leans in to kiss Sonny again, your boyfriend practically sagging against the older man. He looks irresistible and you lean in to nip at Sonny’s neck. The hand he has on your waist tightens and he makes another soft noise against Rafael’s mouth.

“Bedroom?” Rafael asks the next time he pulls away, chuckling when the two of you only nod eagerly. You lace your fingers with Sonny’s as Rafael leads you through the apartment and he squeezes your hand, though you can’t tell if it’s with excitement or nerves. Remembering all too well how you’d felt leading Rita up to your childhood bedroom you think it might be a mixture of both.

The apartment is small and the bedroom is largely dominated by the bed, with barely enough room for a dresser and a closet. You don’t have time to get a good look, Rafael turns abruptly and pulls you both closer towards him as soon as the three of you are inside the small room.

“Now,” he says, wrapping his fingers a little more firmly around yours and Sonny’s joined hands. “At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man, I’d like to watch you sweet things undress each other.” Rafael sits down on the end of his bed, looking up expectantly. A shudder races down your spine at the pet name Rafael used and you make a note to ask Sonny how he felt about it later.

“Baby…” Sonny almost whispers, pulling you in for a kiss instead of immediately going for any of your clothes. This is familiar and you’ll never tire of it. The slant of Sonny’s mouth over yours, the way his fingers tangle in your hair, the feeling of his long lean body pressed so closely against you. When you sigh contentedly against his lips Sonny dips his tongue into your mouth.

Without breaking the kiss one of Sonny’s hands slides down from your hair to search for the zipper on the back of your dress. It’s only a light cotton sundress but you suddenly feel stiflingly hot in it, knowing Rafael is watching the two of you. As Sonny starts to slide the zipper down you move your hands from his waist to the front of his shirt, trying to blindly work the buttons open. You’re filled with an urge to show him off for Rafael, to show the older man what an absolute treat he’s being given by getting to watch Sonny like this.

You shiver in Sonny’s arms as he gently tugs your dress open, exposing your back to the cooler air of the room. He breaks the kiss to help you pull it over your head, leaving you only in your bra and underwear. Wanting to even the playing field a little you renew your efforts on the buttons of his shirt, finally managing to slide it off his shoulders. His chest is flushed and the sight of it makes you want to cover his newly-exposed skin in kisses and nips.

Instead you undo his belt, trying not to hinder him too much as he tries to unfasten your bra. He’s already starting to get hard and you slip your hand beneath the waistband of his pants to palm him briefly over his boxers.

“Cheating,” he huffs, wrapping his hands around your wrists and yanking them out so he can slide your bra off. He pulls you against him again for another kiss; sliding his hands down your back and down the back of your panties, squeezing your ass before backing away again.

You flick your eyes over to Rafael who is still patiently sitting at the end of his bed avidly watching the two of you. The front of his slacks looks tighter than it did before you started this show and you blush when he catches you staring at his lap. He throws you a small wink and leans back on his hands with a delighted smile. Clearing your throat you stand up a little straighter, determined to enjoy his obvious pleasure in looking at you nearly completely naked in front of him as you reach for the zipper at the front of Sonny’s pants.

Sonny’s breathing a little faster as you pull the zipper apart tooth by tooth, staring into his eyes with a smirk on your face. He dips his head down enough to kiss you again as you reach back up to push his pants down from around his waist, brushing your hands over the front of his boxer briefs that are currently leaving very little to the imagination in regards to his enjoyment of the proceedings.

“Fuck,” he swears softly, hips jerking suddenly before he can get himself back under control. You smile innocently up at him and he rolls his eyes at you.

“You’re a menace, I hope you know that,” he informs you, reaching over to snap the waistband of your underwear against your hips. You yelp and smack his chest, pushing away from him and ordering,

“Strip, you heard the man, he wants you naked.”

“I believe he intended for both of us to be naked, so, you know,” he gestures at you with one hand as his other goes to his briefs. “Fair’s fair and all that,” he mutters, a pretty and endearing flush starting in his cheeks and creeping down his neck to settle on his pale chest. You shrug and tug your panties off, tossing them in the same pile as your bra and your dress. Effecting a pose of much more confidence than you are actually feeling right now standing stark naked in front of a fully clothed and very interested man, you put your hands on your hips and nod your chin at Sonny.

“Well? The man can’t fuck you with those still on.” Sonny huffs bashfully and finally strips completely, cock bobbing slightly as it’s freed from the soft stretchy black cotton.

“Delicious,” Rafael remarks next to the both of you, hmm’ing appreciatively and rubbing his hands on his thighs. “I see Rita wasn’t exaggerating about either of you.” You blush along with Sonny at the praise and take the hand he extends to you. You allow him to pull you closer, until you’re standing directly in front of him, and let him look at you for a second before you climb into his lap.

“Was she exaggerating about you?” you flirt, winding your arms around his neck as he slides his big hands across your bare back. “She said you had the biggest cock she’s ever fucked.” Rafael laughs and leans in to kiss you, his tongue licking the roof of your mouth before pulling back and smirking, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

“What do you think started her on the road to being the size queen she is today? We have been fucking since before both of us could legally buy cigarettes,” he says breezily. You feel your stomach flutter in anticipation and lean back in to recapture his soft thin lips. Sonny steps up next to you and strokes the back of your neck. You feel one of Rafael’s hands leave your skin and the next thing you know Sonny has been pulled down onto the bed next to the older man. Rafael breaks away from you to lean over and kiss him again, swallowing your boyfriend’s startled gasp and stroking over his chest softly, nails catching on his nipples and smiling against his mouth as Sonny’s hips jerk and his cock twitches.

His hand drifts down Sonny’s stomach to ghost over his cock as he pulls back from him. His eyes are dark and his smirk hungry at the heavy panting breaths the younger man has to take and the way Sonny’s hips try to follow his hand as it retreats.

“Seeing what you’re hiding it’s frankly no wonder she likes you as much as she does,” Rafael remarks, voice a little deeper, a little huskier. You shiver as he shifts around, the heat of his cock a little more noticeable against your cunt as he holds you tighter to him for the few seconds it takes for him to settle more comfortably. “I think I’m going to enjoy getting my hands around that.”

“I think the playing field is a little uneven here don’t you think? The both of us are naked and you’re just enjoying the view with my girlfriend warming your lap,” Sonny pants, blushing.

Rafael laughs and shrugs.

“Is that a hint that you’d like to see me naked?”

“If I haven’t made myself clear on that point by now I apologize. Yes, I want you naked and touching me, please and thank you,” Sonny sasses back, bracing himself on one elbow and watching a delighted Rafael watch him. Rafael chuckles, patting your thighs.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Your very demanding boyfriend wants me to move,” he says, helping you up off his lap, ogling you shamelessly. Instead you climb onto the bed beside Sonny, curling against his side and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He wraps one of his long arms around you and you rest your head on his chest as the two of you watch Rafael undress.

He’s slow and methodical as he strips his clothes off. Everything is neatly folded and set on top of his dresser and you’d call it overkill if not for the obvious care he has for his expensive suit. Sonny’s hand slides down your back to palm at your backside again, absently kneading the flesh under his fingers while you subtly grind against his thigh.

Rafael is a sight to behold. His shoulders somehow look even broader when he takes his jacket off and you itch to run your nails over his soft belly. You and Sonny both stare shamelessly as he unfastens his pants and you’re pretty sure your mouth falls open when you see just how big his cock actually is.

“I really thought Rita was exaggerating,” Sonny manages, suddenly sounding a little nervous again. You don’t blame him; as much as you enjoy anal with Sonny you’d think twice about letting Rafael shove that inside of you.

You’ve drunkenly opined to your girlfriends that your boyfriend has the perfect sized dick; big enough for you to feel full but not so big that he leaves you sore. Rafael is another matter. Rafael looks like he could do some damage if he went in unprepared.

“I hope you’ve got plenty of lube lying around,” you remark more confidently than you feel. Sonny’s arm is tight around you and you want to try and keep the mood light, to keep him relaxed. “Like, maybe a gallon or so?”

Rafael gives that stupidly sexy chuckle again, staring down at the two of you as he folds his pants and sets them aside.

“There’s plenty. I know what I’m doing, sweetheart. Or would you like to call Rita for proof?” he offers teasingly, raising a blond eyebrow at you. You feel yourself flush under his scrutiny, squirming a little against Sonny. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to break your pretty boyfriend. Yet.”

You swear you see Sonny’s cock twitch at the threat and he pulls you on top of him with a groan, rutting up against your abdomen. Even though you’re fairly certain that he just wants some sort of relief for his aching cock you catch his lips in a kiss. There’s no technique to it, just the two of you trying to get as close to one another as is possible. Rafael is moving around the bedroom and you think you hear a drawer opening and closing but you’re too focused on the way Sonny’s cock is leaking precome across your stomach to care.

The smack that lands across your ass makes you jump. It’s not a hard slap; it’s just unexpected given that both of Sonny’s hands are clutching at your waist.

“A little bird told me that someone is partial to spanking. Especially when she’s behaving like a brat,” Rafael reveals and you feel the mattress dip as he joins the two of you. One of his big hands squeezes the cheek he’d just landed the testing spank across and you moan into Sonny’s mouth.

“She does,” Sonny manages when you fail to answer. The second one is a little harder and this time Sonny groans with you. “Fuck, baby. I can feel how wet you are against my thigh.” His voice is getting rougher which does absolutely nothing to help with how aroused you are right now. Rafael’s hands palm at your backside, pulling your cheeks apart. You feel so exposed, your cunt and your ass on display for him, and you squirm even more against Sonny’s thigh.

“Such a pretty, wet little cunt. Rita’s dying to give you a proper spanking, you know. And that woman can be amazingly creative with her punishments,” he teases, giving you one more hard smack. “You are going to have to move now though, sweetheart. If you still want me to fuck you, Dominick?”

With a whine, you roll off Sonny and lie beside him on the bed. Rafael kneels beside Sonny’s legs, looking down at you both like you’re a feast prepared in his honor.

“God, look at the two of you. Sprawled on my bed so prettily,” he says huskily, wrapping a hand around one of Sonny’s calves. “Can you open your legs for me, Dominick?” Sonny takes a deep shaky breath as he parts his long legs to accommodate Rafael’s bulk. You go to shift along the bed a little to give him more room but Sonny’s arm stays tight around your waist, keeping you pressed against his side.

“I gotta move, baby,” you laugh, leaning over to kiss him again. Rafael shrugs between Sonny’s legs.

“I can work around you.” He plants a hand on the mattress next to your boyfriend’s head and uses his other hand to push his legs wider apart. “Besides,” Rafael continues. “I like an audience.” Sonny blushes and you laugh as the lawyer steals a quick kiss from you before leaving over Sonny, covering his body with his bulkier one and kissing him as well. Sonny groans, hips shifting under the man, pressing his cock against his stomach and carding his fingers through Rafael’s thick hair as his mouth is licked into noisily.

Rafael grumbles happily into the kiss, the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexing tantalizingly as he shifts around, getting comfortable on top of Sonny. He continues to softly caress the inside of Sonny’s thigh, making soft encouraging sounds as Sonny ruts against the older man before finally pulling away slightly, hand moving to Sonny’s balls. He cups them gently before lightly tugging, smirking at the strangled noise that he wrenches out of the younger man.

“Yeah?” he asks assuredly, obviously pleased with himself. Sonny nods vigorously and whines. Rafael licks his lips and you watch as he drags his beautiful long fingers down behind Sonny’s balls to rub faintly at his hole. Sonny jerks in his arms, legs tightening around the man’s waist as he whimpers, his eyes quickly squeezed shut.

“You like that, pretty boy?” He sounds amused. Sonny nods a little desperately and you watch Rafael’s shoulders ripple as he languidly shrugs. God, how does Rita ever let this man out of her bed? “You’re gonna love it with a little lube,” he promises, reaching over to grab a bottle that you had missed him dropping on the bed.

“Ever play with yourself?” he asks bluntly. Sonny’s cheeks somehow manage to get even redder and he cuts his eyes to you with an awkward half shake of his head. “Not in front of an audience?” Rafael confirms and Sonny nods.

“Well good. I don’t have to go that slowly then.” Rafael drips a pretty significant amount of lube on his fingers and moves them between Sonny’s legs again and you lick your lips as you watch the muscles in his forearm shift under his tan skin. Sonny groans and throws his head back when Rafael’s fingers circle once and then twice before one of them, achingly slowly, pushes inside of him.

Sonny gasps and whimpers underneath Rafael as he continues to work first one and then a second finger inside, encouraging him with whispered praise and his free hand running up and down his heaving side. Even if you couldn’t see his very interested cock you could tell just from the look on his face that Rafael was tickled beyond anything at the sight of Sonny writhing beneath him–not that you could really blame him. Sonny’s blush has taken over his chest and his face and sweat has dampened his hair enough to give it that perfect disheveled porn star look. You feel how enticing this look is deep in your core and you shift around impatiently, trying to get a little relief from the throbbing heat between your own legs.

Rafael bends down to steal another kiss from your moaning boyfriend after a while before he tells him,

“I think you’re ready for three, pretty boy, what do you think about that?” Without giving him time to respond you watch Rafael drip more lube between them and his forearm shifts again.

You are going to need therapy after this to forget the combination of that arm moving between your boyfriend’s legs and the quiet keening noise Sonny makes when Rafael pushes three big fingers inside of him. It’s going to haunt you for the rest of your days and you have a feeling it’s going to be masturbation fodder for you until your brain melts.

Sonny squirms and twists on the bed next to you, mouth open, breath coming in ragged gasps as he shakes his head desperately from side to side.

“Wait–” he gasps. “Need–need a minute, Jesus fucking Christ Rafael that feels so fucking good, god–” Rafael pauses and pats Sonny’s side.

“God, I haven’t even gotten to the really good part yet, pretty boy, you sure you’re gonna last long enough for this to work out?” he jokes, eyes dark and clearly not as unaffected by the proceedings as he’d like to pretend if his quick intake of breath is anything to go by.

You shift around on the bed, shaking off Sonny’s loosened grip, and move to hover over his head.

“You know what always helps me relax when we do this?” you ask him, carding your fingers through the sweaty hair at his temples. Sonny clutches Rafael’s sides, breathless, and shakes his head again.

“What? God, try anything,” he gasps, eyes fluttering shut as he tries to control his breathing. You give his forehead a peck before leaning over him and capturing his lips. Sonny’s barely in this kiss but you don’t care, pulling his lax upper lip in between yours and smiling against him. His warm breath fans across your cheek when he huffs desperately through his nose and you continue to run your fingers through his soft hair.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Rafael mutters, holding himself deliberately still as he watches the two of you closely. “Eat your heart out, Rita Calhoun.”

You laugh against Sonny’s lips, opening your eyes to see Rafael’s easy smile and Sonny’s breathing start to come a little easier and a little slower. Tracing Sonny’s lower lip with the tip of your tongue you rest your palm on his sternum, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. His hand comes up to clutch at yours, a low moan rumbling through him as he gives an experimental roll of his hips that sends Rafael’s fingers a little deeper.

“God, I’d love to watch you fuck yourself on my fingers. You’d look so pretty,” Rafael sighs, stroking his other hand down Sonny’s thigh. “Want me to keep going? Your sweetheart helping you relax?”

“Yeah,” Sonny manages, his fingers tightening on your wrist. He looks gorgeous when you glance down his body, a light sheen of sweat coating his abdomen as you watch Rafael slowly start to move his fingers again.

“I wish you could see yourself, baby,” you tell him between kisses. “You look amazing. Does it feel as good as you imagined?” You bump your nose against his affectionately, tilting your head to glance at Rafael. The older man is staring transfixed at the two of you, the muscles in his arm shifting as he works Sonny open. Sonny just nods, unable to form words between soft moans and gasps.

You jump when Sonny suddenly startles, his eyes widening and a hoarse groan tearing out of his throat. His hand clutches your wrist tightly and Rafael is smirking down at Sonny when you glance at him.

“Never managed to hit that spot yourself before, have you?” Rafael asks, another sharp sound ripping out of Sonny as he presumably does it again.

“Fuck, Rafael–” Sonny chokes out, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut tightly. His short nails dig into your skin as he hangs onto your wrist and you bring your free hand up to pet his soft hair again.

“Pretty, pretty boy. God, you’re so responsive, I’m barely even touching it,” Rafael teases, and he must press his fingers a little more firmly against the spot he’s found inside Sonny because your boyfriend quivers underneath you, keening against your mouth when you duck down to kiss him. You’ve never seen him like this before and you shift your hips slightly, trying to squeeze your legs together hard enough for some relief.

“Rafael, please, oh my god–” Sonny pleads, his hips moving a little more to try and get Rafael to do it again. You know when Rafael gives in and presses against Sonny’s prostate again because Sonny comes all over his own chest. The force of his orgasm seems to take him by surprise; he only whimpers softly as streaks of come land on his skin.

It takes you by surprise as well, you blink down at his shocked face, unsure you can really articulate to him how hot that was. Rafael seems to have expected this reaction if his light chuckle and affectionate pat against Sonny’s side are anything to go by.

“I barely even got started, pretty boy, what am I going to do with you now?” He shifts on his knees and his fingers must move as well because Sonny’s entire body twitches like he’s stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He whines piteously and the lawyer smirks.

“Look at this mess you’ve made!” he taunts. “I’m going to have to stop what I’m doing completely and clean you up before I get to fuck this gorgeous ass if I don’t want your come all over me.” Sonny’s blush deepens and he squirms under Rafael’s widening smirk and intense gaze. That finally snaps you out of the shock you had been sitting in and you deliberately catch Rafael’s eyes. Sliding back down Sonny’s side, you tuck your hair over your shoulder, so you’re sure Rafael has a good view, and you lean down to lick Sonny’s come off of his chest.

Sonny’s strangled moan and the breath that sounds like it was punched out of him send a jolt of arousal straight into your belly, as does the slow sigh from the man between your boyfriend’s legs.

“Well would you look at that,” Rafael marvels. “Gorgeous and a problem solver too–careful Dominick, I might steal her for myself.” You hang onto Sonny’s arm with your free hand and smile to yourself as you let your tongue get dangerously close to his red, still sensitive cock. You feel him shift uncomfortably under you and he moans quietly.

“Now that we have that little problem solved…” You watch out of the corner of your eye as Rafael’s arm begins moving again–the short panting huffs coming out of Sonny indicating that his fingers are continuing to stretch him out. You press a quick kiss to his belly as you finish, lifting your head and meeting Rafael’s eyes again as you lick your lips and smile. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown, and he grins back, eyebrows furrowed slightly and voice deep as his lips purse in a quiet ‘oooh’.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he praises, looking sexy and confident and so sure of the reactions he’s pulling out of the both of you. You shrug, feeling your cheeks redden a little and you stretch out next to Sonny, giving the two of them a little space but putting a hand on his chest and flicking his nipple. His whole body jerks and Rafael barks a quick laugh.

“A little cruel too. God, I’m shocked Rita let you out of her sight.” You preen under the compliment.

“You aren’t done for the night are you, pretty boy?” Rafael asks, bottom lip sticking out a little in an obviously exaggerated pout. It’s a little adorable, a lot cute, and you hate him a bit for both. With those chubby cheeks and minus a few decades of laugh lines you could see how a young Rafael would have easily wormed his way into hearts and beds. And you can’t help wondering again why he and Rita aren’t together together.

Sonny shakes his head firmly, snapping your attention away from the nebulous and mysterious relationship of the two lawyers you’re fucking and back to the present. And your boyfriend who swallows thickly and finally croaks,

“No, ‘m fine, god, fuck me please.”

Rafael looks delighted beyond measure, his own cheeks a little pink, the few flecks of salt less visible in his now sweaty dark hair. His cock has been insistently leaking for a while and you marvel at how controlled he’s been at completely ignoring it in favor of making Sonny fall apart. You glance down at it again and sigh, kind of wishing Sonny had said he was done so you could see how that thing felt in your cunt instead.

Rafael finally must deem Sonny ready enough because he backs away and reaches for the condom he’s left on the bed.

“Can–can I?” you ask, sitting up and meeting his eyes. He looks over at you and smirks, shrugging and tossing it in your direction.

“How could I possibly deny such a request?” he answers, sitting back on his heels as you shuffle forwards. Sonny, still panting, watches eagerly as you roll it down Rafael’s cock, watching your hand as you give him a few loose strokes. His hips flick briefly before he manages to still himself with a quiet grunt and he balls his hands into fists at his sides.

“Fuck, as much as I’d love to watch you jerk me off, sweetheart…” he reminds you, voice tight and breathing fast. You look up at him with your lip between your teeth and he groans, leaning down to kiss you deeply before backing away and moving between Sonny’s legs again.

“God I’ve been looking forward to this,” he practically sighs, positioning himself and looking up at Sonny as you shuffle back to your spot again. “Yeah?” he asks, waiting for Sonny’s impatient nod before he begins pushing his cock in. Sonny throws back his head and groans, long and slow and deep. The tendons in his neck look enticing enough to bite but you hold off, watching as he grips the bedspread tight in his long fingers and tries to breathe.

Rafael’s sharp eyes are flicking between Sonny’s face and his cock disappearing into your boyfriend, his look of intense concentration shot through with gratification. You recognize the same flash of pride and satisfaction on his face from your first time with Rita and tuck away the thought that the two of them really seem to get off on being you and Sonny’s respective firsts.

“Oh, good boy,” he praises Sonny, hips slowing to the occasional languid nudge as he lets him get used to the feel of his cock. You shiver when you tear your eyes away from their faces and look down to see Rafael's cock inching into Sonny, your cunt clenching around nothing. You haven’t been this turned on since you watched Rita’s face between your legs and you pinch your thigh, trying to bring yourself back to the moment, focusing on the show in front of you.

“Good pretty boy, god you’re taking this so well, it’s like this ass was made to have a cock shoved in it–Christ,” Rafael huffs, face redder now and a drop of sweat standing out on his temple. Sonny whines and shifts restlessly under him, hips juddering, trying to simultaneously get away from the intense stimulation and trying to fuck himself back onto the lawyer harder. You watch as his cock twitches a little in interest. Rafael must notice as well because he breathes an incredulous laugh and shakes his head. Pulling out of Sonny slightly before finally pushing back in all the way, he swallows Sonny’s sharp cry with a kiss.

He rests his forehead against his and they stare at each other, panting.

“God I remember what it was like to be young enough to have this kind of a refractory period. Enjoy it, pretty boy,” he advises with a sharp little smirk, shifting his hips and watching as Sonny’s face crumples around a moan. “Who am I kidding, of course you will.”

Sonny wraps his arms around Rafael, his fingertips digging into the flesh of his back as Sonny clings to him.

“Rafael,” Sonny whines piteously as the older man nips at his long neck. The sounds that he’s making go straight to your core and you move your hand between your thighs.

“I like the way you say my name, pretty boy,” Rafael groans against Sonny’s neck, rolling his hips and eliciting another exquisite noise from him. Rafael rests more of his weight on his elbows, allowing him to keep his body pressed against Sonny’s as he gives another experimental thrust.

“Oh, good boy,” Rafael practically purrs, the tip of his tongue darting out to trace a line up the column of Sonny’s throat. “Look at you, taking such a big cock on your first try. What a pretty, pretty boy.”

You can’t hold yourself back any longer. Rafael isn’t even talking to you and his words are driving you wild. You have no idea how Sonny hasn’t spontaneously combusted yet. Dipping your fingertips into your cunt to gather some slick, you find your clit and start to trace slow circles around the little bundle of nerves. There’s no way you can sit through the incredible show beside you and keep your hands to yourself.

The men beside you don’t even notice and you watch raptly as Rafael starts to put a little more weight behind his thrusts. Sonny’s breath comes in sharp gasps, his hands skittering across Rafael’s back as they seek purchase. You suspect that it’s taking a lot of effort for Rafael to take it as slowly as he is by tight groans rumbling through his chest as he grinds his cock a little deeper into Sonny.

“God, Dominick, if you keep squeezing my cock like that, I’m gonna come,” Rafael pants, his hips moving a little faster. You try to match his pace with your fingers, your free hand creeping up so you can pinch one of your nipples. It reminds you of the way Rita had kept playing with them during your night with her, the way that she’d looked at you and asked if you’d ever tried nipple clamps before.

You make a soft sound of your own at the memory and at the idea of Rita using something like that on you. That familiar heat is building quickly and intensely, your muscles pulling tight as you work yourself closer to the edge. Sonny whimpers beside you, clinging onto Rafael as best as he can.

“Oh, fuck, Rafael–Rafa–” Sonny manages, his eyes fluttering closed. Rafael moans loudly, propping himself up on his elbows so he can look down at Sonny’s face as he fucks him.

“Fuck, say my name again,” he groans, his pace quickening a little. “Love the way you say my name.” The older man is significantly less cool and put together than he was while he was working Sonny open, his hair falling across his forehead as he watches Sonny squirm underneath him. Sonny makes a choked sound that could certainly be the start of Rafael’s name but he can’t seem to get enough breath into his body to gasp it out again.

“Come on, pretty boy. You can do it–say it. Say my name,” Rafael growls and Sonny whimpers underneath him. “My name. Be a good boy for me, say my name.” It’s too much for you to handle. The sight of Rafael fucking your boyfriend was intense enough on it’s own but Rafael ordering your boyfriend around is what finally tips you over the edge.

You come with a loud moan, your toes curling and your back arching so sharply that something in it pops, but the men beside you barely give you a second glance. Rafael is too busy ratcheting up the pace of his thrusts until Sonny is only capable of sharp, shuddering breaths that seem to tear their way out of his chest.

“I–Rafa–please, please, please Rafael–” Sonny almost sobs, and Rafael groans.

“Good boy, my good boy, keep saying it. Wanna hear you say my name while I come all over you, pretty boy.”

“Rafael–RafaRafaRafa–'' Sonny chants and it doesn’t take long before Rafael swears quietly and pulls out of him. Pulling the condom off, he unceremoniously flips Sonny over onto his stomach and fists his cock, staring intently down at your boyfriend as he comes over his ass with a loud moan. Sonny looks absolutely wrecked, his hair sticking up in a dozen different directions and his forehead damp with sweat. You find yourself wondering how Rafael will describe the sight to Rita later and a shiver runs through you. Will he tell Rita about how gorgeous Sonny looks right now? How tight he was around Rafael’s cock? The way he seemed to relish being called a good, pretty boy by the older man?

Oh, to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.

“God, you’re such a good boy,” Rafael murmurs, leaning forward to kiss the back of Sonny’s neck and smiling when Sonny turns his head, asking for more. Briefly capturing Sonny’s pretty red lips, he praises,

“I wish you could see how perfectly filthy you look right now. Doesn’t he, sweetheart?”

“You look absolutely breathtaking, baby,” you tell him, reaching over to run a hand through his damp hair. He’s still breathing hard and trying to recover, so you flick your gaze up to Rafael instead. “I thought you’d forgotten that I was here,” you tease.

“Blame your boyfriend. I’d have forgotten my own name if he hadn’t been such a good boy and reminded me.” He winks at you before moving out from between Sonny’s legs and standing, throwing the condom in a waste bin by the dresser. Sonny continues to pant next to you on the bed, lying on his stomach with a dazed smile on his face. Rafael stops by the dresser and stares at him, hips cocked and hands at his waist, completely unconcerned that you’re blatantly ogling him.

“Somehow you manage to be even fucking prettier with my come all over your ass and dripping down the backs of your thighs like that. God, what a sight,” he sighs, satisfied and pleased with himself. “The two of you really are quite the pair.”

You tug gently on Sonny’s damp hair and he groans, hips hitching against the bed. Rafael raises an eyebrow as Sonny blushes and he leans against the dresser behind him, folding his arms over his broad chest.

“You look like such a mess like this, ruined and spread out, exhausted in my bed,” he continues, scratching idly at the hair leading down his stomach. “I need to take a detailed mental picture of this so I can describe every single thing about it to Rita–aw, fuck.” He clicks his tongue and smirks, shaking his head and shifting to his other foot. “She’s going to come so hard when I tell her about how I destroyed the pretty boy and how his girlfriend was so turned on she had to get herself off watching us. Watching as I came all over her boyfriend’s ass.”

You’re hanging onto every word that drips out of his mouth, breath coming a little faster, cunt still aching for… something as he continues to narrate exactly the picture he sees and how he’s going to tease Rita with it. You want to hear the two of them on the phone together, hear them both encouraging each other to stroke faster, fuck themselves harder.

Sonny’s hips are shifting impatiently and he’s breathing a little harder until finally he pushes himself up onto his knees and looks at you, eyes desperate, lips bitten, swollen, and red, and asks,

“Can I…?” You nod quickly and pull him on top of you as Rafael laughs, not exactly meanly.

“Such desperate little things, look at you go. Though I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised after you called me with your cock in her mouth, you brazen little sluts.” Sonny lines himself up and slides his cock into your cunt with a groan, barely giving you any time to adjust before he starts to fuck you with long deep strokes.

“What a sight you make, pretty boy, fucking that pretty girl of yours with my come running down the back of your legs.” Sonny grunts and somehow manages to fuck you even deeper. You moan in his ear and grip his shoulders, eyes fluttering as he comes closer and closer to hitting that favorite spot inside of you. “Have you ever come on your girl’s pretty face? Jesus, I bet that would be a fucking sight.”

You keen as Sonny finally hits it, Rafael’s stream of conscious spurring him on, making him fuck you that much harder, that much more desperately. You shiver every time Rafael gets another brilliant idea that he wants to share, Sonny heavy and hot on top of you and the lawyer’s words thick and provoking as they wash over you. You bring one of your legs up higher around Sonny’s waist and his cock slides deeper, causing both you and Rafael to groan appreciatively.

“Oh, good girl.” You bury your face against Sonny’s neck as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. “I don’t know if she told you this but if you have some patience and the right kind of stimulation Rita can squirt. Next time she fucks the two of you you should get her to come all over the girl’s face. That would be an image to last you for the rest of your life, pretty boy.”

You don’t know if it’s the thought of Rita coming all over your face or Rafael’s deep, wrecked voice describing it to you but you can practically feel it, and the next time Sonny’s cock drags over that spot inside of you you come for a second time with a curse and his name. Your orgasm is a bit of a surprise as it hits you and you pull him close on top of you, mind blank and breath stuttering.

You can feel Sonny still just as you’re coming back to yourself and you sigh and shudder as you feel him spill inside of you, Rafael continuing to encourage you both from his spot against his dresser. Sonny doesn’t say anything or pull out of you, just lies on top of you heavy and sweaty and warm, breathing hard into the side of your neck, his hair tickling your nose as you turn to kiss the top of his head. Rafael steps out of the bedroom and returns quickly with a damp washcloth and a few glasses of water, setting those on the bedside table before sitting next to your head.

He slowly cards his fingers through Sonny’s hair and smiles down at you, gorgeous and a little soft–you think he’s probably just tired.

“You two feel like staying over? Or should I help you get cleaned up and call you a cab? Your choice, no pressure.” You rub Sonny’s shoulders before he finally grunts and rolls off of you, both of you moaning a little as his cock slides out of your cunt. It doesn’t look like he plans on moving at all in the near future so you shrug and smile back up at Rafael.

“We could stay. This bed seems pretty comfortable.” He raises an eyebrow at you and snorts, leaning over you.

“May I?” he asks, gesturing down at the mess Sonny left between your legs and you shrug again, exhausted. “Maybe next time I can fuck this pretty cunt,” he suggests, gently and carefully cleaning you up. “If I’ve passed this audition that is.”

You watch him with a soft smile on your face.

“Yeah, maybe. Who knows? We didn’t have too terrible of a time here after all, I think you probably did okay.” He laughs and flicks his eyes back up at you. “I think it’d definitely be something we’d consider, Rafael. If the second judge ever wakes up and turns in his scorecard that is.”

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