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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 months

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Taking Care of My Girl ~Dom!Rafael Barba xFem Sub!Girlfriend!Reader

Summary— Aftercare with Rafael.

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Warnings: Implied smut, aftercare, overstimulation, implied dom/sub relations, implied daddy kink, comforting, physical comforting, kissing, post-sex bliss, etc.

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You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d be holding as your body went limp against Rafael’s.

“Rafi… that was fuck…” you breathed out with a light chuckle, too speechless and fucked out to finish your thought.

“I could say the same thing, Mierda…” Rafael sighed in content, letting out a chuckle as well and using one hand to swiftly swipe his messed up hair out of his face.

The man was holding you up from behind, and his cock was still deep inside your core. You ran a hand through your now messed up hair, before turning back and looking at the man who had just fucked you to ecstasy. You were both beaming with blissed out smiles. His fingers traced mindless patterns along your now sensitive skin.

“I’m going to pull out now, hmmm hermosa…?” Rafael gently told you.

“Alright. just… slowly please, Papi…” you responded still in your sub space, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as your body tingled in the after affects of your orgasm and as the overwhelming wave of post-sex hit you.

“Mhmmm, always.” he sighed reassuringly, before slowly pulling her length out from your core.

You winced slightly at the adjustment of Rafael’s dick pulling past your sensitive walls. His hands were now soft and caressing your shoulders and sides, holding you steady and comforting you through the brief discomfort, compared to the vice grip he had your hips and shoulders just mere moments ago when you were screaming his name as you came together.

“Such a good girl, Cariño…” Rafael cooed in your ear, once he was fully out of you.

His warm and sexy hands then guided you to lay down on the bed. And Rafael came up against your back, big spooning you while running his fingers through your hair and whispering strings of praise in your ear.

“You did good, Querida… so good… bueno nena, mi amor…” Rafael praised you with gentle, soft love.

Your body’s numbness and limpness had faded, and you were now trembling lightly. Your breathing was still shallow, and your head was spinning.

Rafael tended to have this effect on you. Curse him and whoever gave him the genes of not only a silver tongue, but also ten nice thick fingers, on top of a back breaking, leg splitting cock…

He began to rub and massage your trembling and sweaty frame with his hands in soft and loving motions. His mouth gave you kisses along your back and shoulders and neck.

You sighed, finally able to take a breath and resurface from your deep mindset that reeked of sex and power and control. Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned back into Rafael’s sweaty body, humming in happiness at the skin on skin contact.

“There’s my Cariño…” Rafael hummed with a smirk caressing your side now, always proud of how blissed out he made, but just as happy to have his girlfriend back.

“Mmmmmm…” you hummed, turning your head up and back to look at him, then leaning toward him and rubbing your nose against his lovingly, cupping his cheek with your hand, “I love you, Rafi…”

After rubbing noses, you two landed on being head on head, just laying together with closed eyes in peaceful love.

“Mmm, I love you too, hermosa… mucho mucho, mi amor…” Rafael breathed out under his breath for only you to hear.

You both couldn’t help the bright, blissed out smiles that spread across your faces. And you both laid in each other’s arms, taking in and enjoying the moment, while you regained your composures.

You began to doze off in Rafael’s arms, and his heart melted at the sight. Somehow, the cutthroat, ambitious DA that took down rapist and pedophiles had fallen for you and had turned into the biggest softie. He couldn’t deny that he loved who he was with you, just as he enjoyed who he was at work.

He let you sleep for about 20 minutes, drinking in your blissful, resting form, before gently tapping your thigh and rocking you back awake. You snorted a little as you came back to Rafael, stretching a little in his arms still as you woke up.

“I would have let you sleep, but I want to make sure to get you cleaned up, fed, and taken care of, Cariño…” Rafael hummed lovingly.

You now flipped over to your other side slowly as you could feel your impending soreness. Now facing your boyfriend, you looked at his pearly green, caring eyes and your heart melted.

You leaned in just enough to gently place your lips on his. It was a light kiss, short and sweet, but filled with so much unsaid love and care. You then pulled away, too soon for both of your liking, but content at the same time.

“Mmmm thank you… you’re so kind to me…” you hum, your mind still a little fuzzy.

At this, Rafael brought his hands up to your cheeks, and his gaze bore into yours.

“Of course, mi amor… you deserve all the love in the world.” He genuinely said, with a hint of vulnerability and a whole lot of care.

It was Rafael’s turn to press his lips against yours now, before pulling away after a moment with a smile.

“Now, let me go get a warm washcloth, hmmm…? Then I’ll clean you up, maybe we order some take out, I can give you a bath, then bed…?” Rafael breathed out.

You smiled back, pressing your body into his and wrapping your arms around him.

“Yes please…You take such good care of me…” you murmured into his warm and sexy chest.

Rafael chuckled lightly, slowly getting up from the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead before standing up completely.

“For you? Anything, Cariño…” Rafael hummed, before going to get that warm washcloth to clean you up.

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altsvu · 4 months

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Congrats on the followers!

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

tattoo ridden

pairing: rafael barba x fem!reader

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

wc: 700

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

cw: dirty talk, smut (oral, teasing)

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

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

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

But now, you felt ready.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Happy anniversary.”

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

“Paperwork again?”

You nodded. “You know how I am Rafa.”

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

You smirked, knowing what he meant.

“Duly noted, Counselor.”

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

Out the car.

Out the clothes.

In the bed.

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

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

“Okay.” He smiled.

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

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

Your infamous side boob tattoo.

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

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

“Is that a tattoo?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

Hard.

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

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

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

It was a good thing the two of you waited.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 1 year

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Job well done

WC: 759

Warnings: Smut Smut Smut. Its been a while, so why not just jump straight into it. No lead up just straight into it.

Enjoy x

His long fingers were wrapped around your wrist as they were pinned above your head and being pressed into the wall. His lips, which were surprisingly warm pressing into your skin, the feeling of his beard along with his lips making you shiver as they ran along your skin. His fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt and he chuckled into your neck when you let out a whine when he moved his hand away for a moment. His hand was soon back to where it started and you shivered again, pressing your chest into his more by aching your back as his hand was still making its way up the inside of your thigh. You were so wrapped up with the feeling of his soft palm on your skin that you startled when his lips where at your ear, his breath also warm hitting your skin,

“I was proud of you today” Rafael whispered in your ear, his long pointer finger now running along the lace edge of your panties “Did Liv know you came here? She wouldn’t be very pleased.”

“No” you gasped back shaking your head slightly as his fingers started to push into the side of your panties more, making their way to your very wet core “I don’t really care what Liv would have to say right now” You locked eyes with his beautiful green ones.

“She will need to know eventually, mi amor” Rafael said firmly in a voice that usually only had one reaction from you as he slid two fingers into your warm centre “So wet for me Y/N, you like when I talk to you like that, don’t you?” Rafael twisted his fingers inside you, pointing them upwards to hit your sweet spot and you nodded “Use your words Y/N”

“Yes Sir” you moaned as Rafael’s fingers moved inside you.

“Good Girl” Rafael rolled his hips into your thigh, his hard cock pocking you.

Your eye’s locked with Rafael’s again and he could feel your core starting to clench around him, your mouth dropped open slightly, a devilish grin on Rafael’s face and the sound of your wetness filling his new office.

You hadn’t had a moment to even register what was happening with how fast Rafael moved and before you knew it, your skirt was up above your hips, your panties pooled around your feet on the floor, Rafael’s pants were around his ankles, he had rolled on protection and his hands where on your ass cheeks hoisting you up just enough for his long hard cock to slide into you and you were pushed back into the wall, your legs wrapped around his middle and his long fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your behind, your body sent into over drive as his hips rolled into you hard and fast.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him into you, your lips crashing together, your tongues pushing into each other mouths rolling together. Your walls started to tense around Rafael and he could feel it too, his hip thrust getting faster and the bottom of his dress shirt pressed so hard between you both that it was rubbing on your needy pearl, causing a delicious kind of friction.

Your whole body felt hot and your legs started to tingle. You broke the kiss, your forehead resting on his. Your eyes slammed shut and you bit hard into your bottom lip, trying not to be loud as you came hard around him your breath almost taken away with how intense you came. Rafael moved his hips faster, you could feel the sweat forming on his forehead before you moved your head and put your lips to his ear,

“Cum for me Sir, give it all to me”

Rafael rolled his hips hard into you, stilled and said your name and a few swear words under his breath. He took in a deep breath before you loosened your legs around him and he made sure you had your balance first and then kissed your forehead and then your lips sweetly. Rafael turned away walking over to his desk and cleaning himself up, while you fixed yourself up, smoothing your hair flat at the back,

“We need to tell her, love” Rafael smoothed the hair on face with his long fingers, looking at you dead in the eyes.

You rolled your eyes walking over to him throwing your arms around his neck and his moving around your waist,

“After that, whenever you want Rafi”

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Blood is Thicker than Water: Chapter 20

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

Warnings: None that I can think of.

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Guest List:

“Four hundred and thirty-six people.”

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

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

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

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

Wedding Party:

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

“And I have Liv as my maid of honor.”

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

“So?”

“They can’t be uneven.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Why not?”

“It won’t look right.”

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

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

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

“Friends from childhood?”

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

“So this is just how it is.”

“Unless you want me to ask your mother?”

“Nope. We’re good.”

The Venue:

“What do you think?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ring Bearer:

“He needs a part in the wedding!”

“I’m not disagreeing with you.”

“You said no.”

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

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

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

“She loves Benny!”

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

“Oh. Well, okay then.”

Shopping:

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

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

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

“What do you think of these?”

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

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

Music:

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

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

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

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

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

Dress shopping:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dress Shopping Part 2:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Night Before:

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

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

You smile, “I know.”

“He’s a good man.”

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

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

“I know so.”

With that, she pulls you in for a hug.

Right Before the Wedding:

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

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

“What?”

“It’s just crazy. How Lewis,”

“May he rot in hell,”

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

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

“For what?”

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

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

Walking Down the Aisle:

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

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

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

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

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

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the-hopeless-haze · 2 years

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Full Masterlist

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

I Do Bad Things With You

You don't feel like you're a good agent. Aaron assures you that you are. And then he fucks you.

Glorious Happenings of Happenstance

You get Aaron to accompany you to a wedding. It's the only night you have together, so you might as well make the most of it. Right? (as requested by Aaron deficiency anon)

You Know I’m Not that Girl

You don't want to be tied down. You've lived almost your whole life running from commitment. But Aaron wants more from you. You don't know how to handle that.

my only one

You and Aaron are getting married in a month. An unplanned accident brings up other questions for you.

Brought Me Back to Life

You're married. Aaron's ending his marriage. You should end yours. But it's not a good story without overlap.

The Batman

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Justified Sin Masterlist

Series that is still ongoing. Based off of “Desperate Things” by The Killers. Reader’s husband is abusive and she refuses Bruce’s help… Will she accept Vengeance? Specific warnings at the beginning of each chapter; does contain smut at some points and very very graphic depictions of violence in certain chapters

You Must Fix Your Heart

Genuinely the best request I’ve ever received. It’s Bruce and the reader’s reactions to the new MCR song featuring special guest Dick Grayson :) just fluff and me being a cringe emo but fuck it I deserve it and Bruce would approve

Sleep Pretty Darling, Do Not Cry

Requested! Dick goes to reader and Bruce after a nightmare. Just fluff and hurt/comfort and it makes me want a child in the worst way 😭

Law & Order: SVU

Rafael Barba

Being Alive Masterlist

based on “Being Alive” from Company. Deals with Rafael’s fear of commitment and being alive in cohabitation with another person. It is especially fun if you have seen Company because it is littered with references that I think are hilarious. It was the first fic I’ve finished and it’s been over a year now that it’s been out :) good memories here even though I’m not in that fandom anymore. Warnings at the beginning of each chapter but in general there is smut in some chapters as well as mentions of sexual abuse par for the course of an SVU episode.

Sonny Carisi & Rafael Barba

i hope he’ll be a beautiful fool that takes my spot next to you

This is a one-shot reader insert based on “exile” by Taylor Swift (yes I took the title from another song I know). Kind of a spin-off of Being Alive that I wrote when I was aggravated with it. Genuinely a bisexual disaster. Basically, the reader was in a long-term relationship with Barba until she wasn’t anymore… and she left him for her partner Sonny. Bisexual twists here. Smut. Honestly, I remember this being a blast to write so I hope it’s as much fun to read!

Elliot Stabler

A Dwindling, Mercurial High

One-shot. Based on ”Illicit Affairs” by Taylor Swift. This is just smut honestly. There is some background here for their relationship but basically just an excuse for smut.

House of Cards

Claire Underwood

Oh, My Precious Whore

Idk what this is but like. Have it. This is one part of a two-part fic I never finished. The reader is married to Duncan Shepherd… Claire is interested in her. Implied smut but I never get to that part and idk if I ever will lol

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fatecantstopme · 7 months

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Better Together

Pairing: Rafael Barba x reader

Summary: Barba acts like he hates you because it's the only way he can keep his cool in your presence. Things come to a head and you call him out on it...

Warnings: cursing, Rafael is a bit of a dick at first. Use of nicknames (baby, cariño, querida, etc.). SMUT, oral (M and F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

A/N: Spanish translations in brackets/italics after each sentence.

cariño/querida: sweetheart/dear/darling/baby/etc.

por favor: please

qué: what

hermosa: beautiful/gorgeous

"Right...and what makes you qualified to make that determination?"

You glared at him. "Eight years of education and ten years of practice."

"Fine, but how long did you actually talk to him?" he countered.

"Four hours."

"So now you're an expert in his mental health?"

You groaned. "He belongs in a psychiatric facility, Barba. Not a prison."

"I disagree. He raped and murdered five women."

"I'm not defending his actions, but I'm telling you he's incapable of understanding the consequences of his actions."

"She's right, counselor," Olivia Benson cut in. "I got the same feeling she did when I first talked to him."

Rafael Barba let out an annoyed huff. "Fine. What do you propose?"

"Offer him a deal," she suggested. "Send him where he can get the help he needs."

Barba nodded, expression still slightly annoyed. "Fine." With that, he walked out of the precinct, presumably to go write up a deal.

As soon as he was out of ear shot, you turned to your friend and colleague. "He argues with me for ten minutes straight, but you tell him the same damn thing and he immediately agrees?"

Olivia shrugged. "You know how he is."

"Pompous, arrogant, rude, and downright insulting?"

She laughed. "All of the above, but he's also a pretty damn good ADA."

You sighed. "I would absolutely love to disagree with you, but you're not wrong. Part of me hates that he's so good at his job. And I hate his smug face and his attitude and those damn three piece suits he looks so goddamn good in," you finished your ramble with a groan.

"Maybe if you told him you thought he was hot, he'd be nicer to you," Olivia said with a wink.

"I hate you."

She laughed. "No you don't."

"Fine, I don't, but I will do no such thing. He quite clearly despises me."

"Does he?"

"Does who what?" Nick Amaro asked as he entered the squad room.

"Does Barba hate (Y/N)?" Olivia asked.

Nick chuckled. "Without a doubt."

"See?!" you said smugly.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "One of these days you're going to have to talk to him. Tell him off for being such an ass to you all the time."

"Now that I agree with," Nick cut in.

"If he pushes the right buttons, I will."

**********

Little did you know that two days later, Barba would push the exact right button.

Olivia, Nick, Amanda, Fin, and yourself were gathered in the squad room discussing your latest case. You had two dead girls in two days and 1PP was already breathing down your necks.

You were going over the profile with the team when Barba walked in. "I know it sounds crazy, guys, but I believe the perp is a girl...probably the same age as the victims."

"Why?" Fin asked.

As you started to explain your reasoning, to include the lack of sexual assault, the relationship between the two girls, and the anger clearly present in the attacks, Barba cut you off with a harsh laugh.

"You think a 10 year old girl is capable of inflicting that kind of trauma?" he interjected. "There's no way."

You took a deep breath in through your nose and exhaled from your mouth before responding. You needed those ten seconds to calm yourself so you didn't murder him. "Were you ever a 10 year old girl?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Obviously not."

"Are you a forensic psychologist?"

"Again, no."

"Have you been working violent sex crimes for 10 years?"

"No..."

"Then be quiet and listen," you finished harshly.

You'd never snapped at him quite so intensely before and he was taken aback. He was also very aware that he may have taken it a little too far this time. He'd made it a point to keep you at arm's length (or farther) for the past 6 months, and he was belatedly realizing he may have been too cruel.

You finished your profile, answering the questions posed by the rest of the squad, before everyone went about their assigned duties.

Barba announced he was going back to his office to update the DA and you were thankful to be rid of him.

"Maybe you were right, (Y/N)," Olivia said softly. "He either hates you or he hates shrinks."

"Likely both."

"I'm proud of you for clapping back," Amanda said warmly. "Someone's gotta put that guy in his place every once in a while."

You smiled mirthlessly. "Once this case is over, I may have more to say to him, but for now, let's focus on finding the person who killed those girls."

**********

Three days later and you had your suspect in custody. You'd been right in your assessment of the perp...it turned out to be a 10 year old girl who had been relentlessly teased and bullied by the two victims for an entire year. The girl finally snapped and killed them both in a blind rage.

After hearing all of the terrible things that had been done to her, you felt sorry for the girl. You understood why she'd killed those girls, even if you didn't condone it.

"Hey, (Y/N/N)," Fin called. "We're going out for drinks. My treat."

"I think I'll take a rain check guys...I've got something I need to do."

"Awww no fun," Amanda teased.

Olivia gave you a look, but you smiled at her reassuringly. She took it to mean you were okay, so she followed the others out.

You'd decided to pay a very special visit to a certain ADA...

You arrived at his office 20 minutes later, and you belatedly realized you probably should have checked to see if he was even there still. It was already after 6pm, but you hoped since he was a workaholic, he would be unaware of the late hour.

When you reached his office door, you found yourself taking a deep breath. You started to question yourself and whether this was a good idea, but then you thought about the way he'd been treating you and you got a burst of courage.

You knocked on his door and waited. You heard a slightly annoyed "Come in", so you opened the door and stepped into his office.

Barba looked up from the paperwork he was buried in, a look of surprise ghosting over his face. "Dr. (Y/L/N)...to what do I owe the pleasure?"

You shut the door behind you and took a step towards his desk. "Do you have a problem with me?"

"Excuse me?" he asked in surprise.

"Do you have a problem with me, specifically, or is it psychologists in general?"

"I don't have a problem with psychologists."

"So it's me, got it. Do you mind telling me what the hell I did to you?"

He had the grace to look sheepish. "You didn't do anything to me."

"Then why do you treat me like I'm some sort of imbecile?"

"I...I never intended to make you feel that way," he said honestly.

"Really? How did you intend to make me feel? You belittle me, insult my abilities and my intelligence, you're unnecessarily rude to me in front of my colleagues..." you trailed off.

He rose from his seat and came around the front of his desk. His expression was unreadable, but his shoulders had slumped slightly. If you didn't know better, you'd think he actually felt bad for the way he'd been treating you.

"You're right," he admitted. "I have treated you entirely unfairly."

It was your turn to look surprised. Out of all the things you'd expected him to say, an admission of guilt was certainly not one of them.

"I don't want you to think, for even a moment, that I don't think you're brilliant. You are the sharpest woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and you're downright phenomenal at your job."

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before you could formulate a coherent response. "How in the hell was I supposed to know that?"

He blushed and cast his gaze to the floor. "I suppose there was no way for you to know, given the way I've treated you."

"Why, then?" you asked softly.

He sighed deeply and ran his hand over his face. "It's--complicated."

"Enlighten me, Barba. I've got time."

His green eyes raised back up to meet yours and you found yourself nearly breathless--and not for the first time. His eyes were beautiful, typically sparkling with whit and mischief; but in this moment, they shone with emotions so complex you couldn't begin to comprehend them.

"I never intended to be cruel to you, only distant. But I found that being aloof wasn't enough to keep you at bay--I needed something stronger. So...I started treating you as if I hated you. It was just easier, and perhaps safer."

"Safer?"

He nodded, but neglected to clarify. "Keeping you out of my life has become a necessity, Dr. (Y/L/N)."

His formality annoyed you, but you didn't comment on it. "Then why didn't you just tell me you didn't like me?"

He groaned and turned back to his desk to pour himself a glass of scotch. "Because it's not true, and I'm many things, but a liar isn't one of them."

"Okay, but you want nothing to do with me?"

"Exactly."

"You do understand how contradictory that sounds, correct?"

He took a long drink from his glass and leaned back against his desk. "It sounds moronic, yes, I am aware."

You debated your next words with care. You knew if you said what was on your mind, you might regret it, but you also knew if you didn't say it, you would regret it.

"When I met you, I was instantly intrigued by you," you began. "It was obvious you were highly intelligent, but you were also funny, charming, and impeccably well-dressed. It's a rare combination."

You crossed your arms and sighed. "At first, you were friendly and I quite liked you, but things between us turned icy in an instant. I didn't understand it then and I don't understand it now, but what I can tell you is it hurt me. It hurt me deeply, Barba, and it still does."

If he'd felt like an ass before, he felt 1,000 times worse now. "I never intended to hurt you," he said quietly. "You're a kind and loving soul...and you don't deserve to be treated the way I've been treating you."

"You're right," you whispered. "I don't."

He winced slightly and downed the rest of his scotch. "I am truly sorry, (Y/N). More than you'll ever know."

His use of your first name was not lost on you. You could count on one hand the number of times he'd said it and you'd reacted the same way each time. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, your breath caught, and your heart began to speed up.

Rafael had never noticed before...had never really paid attention to you the very few times he'd said your name, but he saw your reaction this time. For the first time since he'd met you, he began to wonder if you shared his feelings...

You quickly recovered yourself--praying he hadn't noticed. "I appreciate your apology." Your voice was slightly off pitch and you wanted to kick yourself for letting any emotion show.

"May I ask you something?" he said suddenly.

You nodded, not trusting your voice in the moment.

"You said what you thought of me when we first met--what do you think of me now?"

"Do you really want to know?"

He nodded.

You swallowed thickly. "Everything I said is true. You're a brilliant man and an even better lawyer...and you can be funny and charming, when you want to be. But that's not the Rafael Barba I get. I get the one reserved for the criminals and defense attorneys you dislike. The ones that make your skin crawl. You're pompous, arrogant, and cruel."

He closed his eyes tightly. Hearing you say what you really thought of him was much more painful than he'd anticipated.

"But I don't believe that's who you really are," you said so softly he almost didn't hear.

He looked back up at you in surprise.

"I think it's a facade you put up--a mask you wear to hide behind."

"What makes you think that?"

"Call it intuition, or perhaps training," you said with a shrug. "Either way, I am certain you really are the man I met in the beginning--not the man you've been the past several months."

"How could you have that much faith in me? After the way I've treated you..."

"Perhaps it's foolish...or maybe I just want it to be true."

He stared at you with a strange look on his face. It was as if he was trying to decide if you were playing him or being sincere. His expression slowly morphed as he realized you'd meant every word you'd said.

"May I be honest with you?" he asked.

"I want nothing less."

"Truthfully, I'm terrified of you. Absolutely, 100%, completely terrified."

Your jaw dropped slightly. Once again, he’d caught you off guard.

"You got under my skin the moment I met you and I haven't been able to get rid of you since. I've never felt like this--like I can't control my own actions or my emotions--and it's petrifying. I thought pushing you away would change how I felt, but it only intensified it. I think that's why I became crueler over time--I was angry at myself and angry with you for making me feel this way. It's not fair to you, I know, but it's the truth."

You were once again shocked to the core. You almost couldn't believe what you were hearing...if you weren't so good at reading people, you'd be convinced he was lying, but as it stood, you knew it was the raw, painful truth.

"You can't control everything, you know," you said quietly.

He laughed harshly. "God, how I wish I could."

"What are you so afraid of?"

He took a moment to answer, but once he did, the words poured out of him. "I'm afraid the way I feel about you will ruin both of our careers. I'm afraid that once you see the man behind the mask, you'll run and leave me broken. I'm afraid that we'll fall apart...that we won't stand the test of time. I'm afraid of falling so deeply in love with you that I lose myself completely. But most of all, I'm afraid that I've already screwed this up beyond repair."

For all your education and all the eloquent words you've learned in your lifetime, you found yourself stunned into complete and utter silence. No words came to mind, no coherent thoughts emerged. You stared at him and he stared at you, as the silence dragged on.

After what had to be an eternity, Rafael spoke again. "Please say something. Anything. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you never want to see my face again. Tell me you'd rather jump off a building than be with me--"

"Stop!" The intensity of your demand silenced him. "Just stop talking…I…I can't find the words I want to say, but I do know one thing: I'm not afraid."

Out of all the things you could have said, all the beautiful sentences you could have strung together, those three words were the perfect response. Fueled with sudden courage, Rafael crossed the space between the two of you in three long strides, coming to a stop a few inches from you.

With a shaking hand, he gently stroked your cheek. "May I?" he asked quietly.

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes met his and you softly begged, "Please."

He leaned into you, lips pressing against yours with soft insistence. The kiss ignited something within you--a desire so deep and powerful it almost frightened you. You grabbed ahold of his suspenders and tugged his body closer to yours as you deepened the kiss.

Rafael moaned softly against your lips, tongue pressing forward, requesting access. You obliged, lips parting to allow him entry. His hands traveled down your soft curves until they landed on your hips. He used his gentle strength to pull you flush against him, his own body backed up against his desk to support him.

You could feel his need for you in his kiss, in his touch...and in his pants. His growing erection was pressed against you, so close to where you wanted him, yet so far away.

Rafael broke the kiss for a moment. "Carmen left for the day."

"Mhmm," you hummed in response.

"But I don't want our first time together to be on the couch in my office."

"How 'bout the desk?" you teased lightly.

He groaned. "Don't think I haven't imagined it, but I'd like to take you home...do this properly--in a bed."

You stared at him for a moment. "If we stay here, it can be casual, unassuming. If I go home with you...that changes everything."

"I don't want casual. I don't want a fling. I want you--and everything that comes along with that."

You studied him closely before responding. You noted the sincerity in his voice and his expression and decided to--for once--allow your heart to lead your decision. "Take me home, Rafael," you whispered.

He breathed deeply, as if trying to control himself. It appeared that you had the same effect on him as he did on you when you called him by his first name.

He didn't say a word--you weren't even sure he could have if he'd wanted to. He simply grabbed his jacket, took your hand, and practically dragged you to the elevator. Once outside, he hailed a cab and helped you into the backseat before sliding in beside you.

As the cab began to move, you rested your hand on Rafael's thigh. He glanced at you, but didn't say anything. You were feeling bold, so you slid your hand slowly up his thigh, inching closer to his evident arousal.

When your fingertips brushed against his clothed cock, he hissed slightly. He leaned over to whisper into your ear so the cab driver wouldn't hear. "Careful, querida. O puedo perder el control [Or I may lose control]."

You inhaled sharply--something about his tone mixed with the hushed Spanish words, sent a jolt of pure arousal straight to your core.

Your reaction didn't go unnoticed by Rafael. He smirked as he discovered one of your kinks. He tucked the knowledge away for later use.

You managed to behave yourself for the rest of the short ride to his apartment, but once inside the building, all bets were off.

His lips were on yours the moment the elevator doors slid closed, pressing your body firmly against the wall. Your fingers tangled in his hair, messing up the perfect locks.

As the elevator dinged and the doors began to open, you reluctantly pulled away from each other. You saw the desperation in his beautiful green eyes and you knew the same look reflected in yours.

He wasted no time guiding you to his apartment and the moment you were both inside, he had you spun around and pressed up against the door.

“Querida,” he whispered hungrily against your lips, fingertips dancing under your shirt.

You moaned softly as you tugged harshly on his suspenders, pushing them out of the way so you could remove his shirt.

Within moments, your clothes and his were strewn across the house as he carried you to his bedroom, nothing left between you but underwear.

Rafael tossed you gently onto the bed before climbing on top of you. He eyed you hungrily—sprawled out beneath him, desire evident on your face.

“You are perfect, hermosa.”

You blushed. “Rafa…”

He groaned. “Fuck. Don’t do that.”

Confusion clouded your expression. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong…

He’d closed his eyes and his face gave away the internal struggle he was experiencing.

Realization suddenly crossed your features and you grinned. You gently raked your nails down his chest as you murmured the nickname again, “Rafa.”

His eyes shot open and he rutted his hips against yours, mouth pressing wet kisses to your heated skin. His teeth nipped at your neck and collarbone, leaving love bites in his wake.

He was taking his time with you. Wanting to explore every part of you, taste every inch of your skin, catalogue every detail in his mind.

You whimpered softly, not used to such attention, nor such deliberate slowness. “Rafael, please.”

He looked up at you with his trademark smirk. “You ever been with a Hispanic man before, Cariño?”

You blushed and shook your head.

His smirk widened. “We like to take our time, make sure our lady is properly loved and appreciated. This is about your enjoyment, (Y/N/N), not mine.”

“I want you to enjoy yourself too…”

He kissed you gently. “You keep making those pretty sounds for me, querida, and I promise you, I’ll enjoy myself.”

You found yourself unable to respond as he continued his slow descent towards your core. Each gentle caress of his lips against your skin seemed to set your nerve endings on fire--the need within you growing exponentially.

You whined prettily, hips shifting upwards, desperately seeking his lips where you needed them most. "Please," you begged.

You didn't know it yet, but Rafael would never deny you--not in the real world, nor the bedroom. The moment he heard your soft voice begging, he glanced up at your face. You already looked so far gone--your hair was a mess, your lips swollen, your cheeks flushed, and your breathing was ragged. He smiled to himself as he lowered his head, giving you no time to adjust as he dove into you with abandon.

You gasped as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. As skilled as the man between your legs was in the courtroom, he was even better suited with his mouth hungrily devouring you.

In the span of mere minutes, he'd turned you into a gasping, moaning mess--every one of your senses overwhelmed with feeling.

"Rafa--I--I'm close," you gasped.

He hummed against you, lips wrapping around your clit to increase his assault. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, holding you in place as he sped up his ministrations.

Your jaw dropped as a flurry of sounds--some of which were intended to be his name--slipped from your lips. Your orgasm sent wave after wave of intense pleasure through your body, but that pleasure soon turned to sensitivity.

"Rafa, too much--" you whispered as you tried to pull away from him.

He laid his arm across your lower belly, effectively holding you in place as his mouth continued to work you. His eyes flicked up to yours to check if you really did want him to stop, but your head was already thrown back, chest rising and falling rapidly as the familiar knot tightened in your stomach.

The moment your cries turned to moans and pleas to continue, Rafael stopped and lifted his head. "Did you want me to stop, querida?"

"No!" you cried loudly, fingers grasping his hair in an attempt to guide him back where you wanted him.

He smirked as he complied with your direction, lips and tongue once again sending you into a spiral of pleasure you'd never experienced before.

As you came down from your second high, Rafael finally slowed his assault and allowed you to pull his head up when it became too much.

He placed soft kisses against your heated skin, gently soothing you as the aftershocks shuddered through your body. His lips traced the curves of your face with gentle affection until your breathing had begun to normalize.

Rafael kissed you deeply, desire evident in the action. In response, your hand slowly descended down his chest and abdomen, until you reached his throbbing cock. You lightly ran your nails across the still clothed member, enticing a groan from the man above you.

You teased him for a few more seconds before sliding your hand beneath his boxer briefs and palming his cock in your warm hand. He groaned loudly--hips rutting against your hand instantly.

"I wanna taste you," you murmured against the shell of his ear.

"You don't have to..." he said softly.

There was something in his voice that caused you to pull away so you could see his face properly. He looked worried and perhaps a little apprehensive.

"But I want to," you reassured him.

"You do?"

You nodded. "It's something I enjoy very much, Rafa, so if you're okay with it, I would really like to suck your cock."

His eyes closed briefly and he moaned softly, forehead dropping against yours. "Por favor," he begged in a broken voice.

You grinned ear to ear. "Stand up."

"Qué?" he asked in confusion.

You nudged him gently and tilted your head towards the edge of the bed. "Stand up, handsome."

He did as you asked and watched in surprise as you lowered yourself to your knees on the floor in front of him. He felt like he needed to remind you again that you didn't need to do this for him, but when he saw the hunger in your eyes, he fell silent.

You slowly dragged his underwear down, freeing his cock from its constraints. You were a little surprised by his size--he was longer than average and quite thick--but surprise quickly turned to hunger.

You looked up at him, a playful smirk dancing on your lips, and all his worries faded away. It was obvious you wanted this...perhaps just as much as he did.

You wasted no time in wrapping your mouth around his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, eyes never leaving his face.

You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, but you pushed past it, determined to provide him with as much pleasure as you could muster.

As you began to move, his fingers intertwined in your hair and his hips stuttered forwards occasionally. You knew what he needed, but it was clear he wasn't going to do it without some prodding.

You pulled off of him with a *pop* and waited until his heavily lidded eyes met yours. "Rafael, I want you to enjoy this."

"I am, cariño," he said in confusion.

"Not as much as you could be." You licked the tip of his cock for emphasis and his hips jumped slightly. "I want you to use my mouth for your own pleasure, Rafa. That's what it's there for."

He shook his head rapidly. He'd been expressly told not to do that by several women before you.

You rubbed his thighs reassuringly. "I want this, baby. Please," you begged. "Please fuck my mouth."

The moment the words were out of your mouth, you sucked his cock back into the warmth of your lips, hoping he would take you seriously. You pressed yourself forward, pushing past the gag reflex to take his entire member into your mouth.

Without hesitation, you began to guide his hips, urging him to give in and take what he wanted--what he needed.

You flicked your gaze up to meet his and nodded your head as best you could, hands still encouraging him to move. He very tentatively began to move his hips and you smiled, fingers digging into his thighs.

When you didn't pull away, he started to put a little more force into the movements. When you still didn't pull away, he sped up, fingers wrapping in your hair to keep you still.

You let him take control, eyes still trained on his face. He slowly began to thrust in earnest, fucking your mouth like it was his favorite place to be. You watched his head fall back, moans of intense pleasure leaving his lips.

You held onto him and focused on breathing as you let him use you. A few minutes passed before his hips began to stutter and you knew he was close.

You prepared to swallow everything he had to give you, but he surprised you by pulling away, your mouth coming off of him with a *pop*.

His breathing was ragged and his eyes were wild--pupils blocking out the brilliant green. "I need you," he said, voice raw and husky.

You understood his meaning and quickly crawled back onto the bed. He was on top of you almost immediately, lips latching onto your neck, teeth nipping at your flesh.

His cock rubbed against the outside of your pussy and you both groaned.

"Fuck," he mumbled. "Do I need a condom?"

"Pill," you gasped as you shook your head. "Wanna feel you fill me up, Rafa."

He let out a low growl and his eyes turned even more feral. He gave you no warning as he plunged his cock deep inside of you, stretching you in ways you'd never been stretched before.

"Rafael!" you cried out at the sensation.

Normally he would have forced himself to give you time to adjust, but his mind was too far gone. He set a brutal pace almost instantly and you were simply along for the ride.

There were so many new sensations that you were having a hard time staying focused. Everything just felt so incredible.

Your pussy throbbed around him, pulling him in even deeper. "Te sienetes muy bien, querida." [You feel so good, sweetheart.]

You moaned loudly, nails digging into his back as you arched against him.

"Te gusta cuando te hablo español, ¿no?" he growled into your ear. [You like it when I speak Spanish to you, don't you?"]

"Yes!" you gasped.

"Chica sucia," he chuckled darkly. [Dirty girl.]

"Rafa, please--I'm so close."

He groaned. "Quiero que vengas conmigo, cariño," he mumbled. [I want you to cum with me, sweetheart.] "Can you do that for me?" he asked in English.

You nodded your head rapidly.

"Esa es mi buena chica," he praised. [That's my good girl.]

You moaned lowly, preening at his praise. He smiled and picked up his pace, not wanting to stop until he felt you fall apart. "So close," he mumbled.

"Don't--stop!"

He knew you were close--could tell by the way your pussy fluttered around him--so he whispered, "Cum for me, baby."

You cried out as your orgasm hit you with more force than either of the two you'd had earlier. Rafael groaned your name as he spilled his seed within you, filling you up as your walls milked him dry.

You both began to come down from your highs, the intensity of your orgasms taking the wind out of both of you. Rafael pulled out and collapsed beside you, completely spent and satiated.

"That was pretty decent," you said between breaths.

He snapped his head in your direction and started to laugh when he saw the mischief in your eyes.

You grinned and joined in on his laughter, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him.

"Very decent," he muttered against your hair.

You laughed again. "'Fucking incredible' would be a more accurate description."

"I couldn't agree more." He sighed softly. "I don't wanna move."

"Who says we have to?"

"We probably should...we do have work in the morning after all."

Your body tensed slightly and he felt it, realizing how his previous statement may have sounded. "I want you to stay, querida. I'm just saying we should probably get up and shower before we fall asleep."

You relaxed. "You may have to carry me."

He chuckled and dragged himself out of bed, pulling you along with him. He scooped you up despite your protests and carried you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter while he started the shower.

"I was kidding, Rafa!"

He smiled. "If my girl can walk immediately after sex, then I did something wrong. I'm always happy to carry you."

You smiled back at him, realizing he was completely serious. You watched him quietly, completely lost in thought.

"Where's your mind, querida?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. "I'm happy...that's all."

Rafael kissed you gently. "Me too, hermosa. Now come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Once you were both clean and dry, he carried you back to his bed and laid you down gently before crawling into the bed beside you. He tugged you in closely against his chest and you sighed contentedly.

"Go to sleep, cariño. I'll be here in the morning when you wake up."

Somehow he seemed to know exactly what you needed to hear. Knowing he wasn't going anywhere and feeling his strong arms wrapped around you, allowed you to feel a calm peace you'd not felt in years.

Within minutes, you'd drifted off to sleep in his arms. Just before he fell asleep too, Rafael kissed the top of your head and whispered, "Te adoro con locura." [I adore you madly.]

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nick amaro x reader // law and order SVU

yes, we are going there - what have i done 😭 no plot, really. just a moment.

The last thing Nick had expected to find when walking back into the SVU bullpen was you; and yet, here he was, eyes fixed on you as his strides quickened. He notices Fin’s smirk that finds itself aimed his way as he weaves his way between Amanda and Liv to get to you, but he ignores it.

He lets his gaze drag itself over your form, head down on his desk, the lamp on his desk casting a soft glow around your features; the extra suit jacket he leaves hanging on the back of his chair draped over your shoulders. You have a laptop open in front of you, a case file and note pad within reach, all topped off by an uncapped pen lying caged between your curled fingers. He sees the pair of heels which you had shed, one standing, one lying on its side peeking out from under his desk. A dip of his gaze reveals the deep green of the dress which you had on, one of his favourite dresses on you - one that he knew you had worn in to work today in anticipation of Friday having supposed to be date night.

Nick slows his pace as he approaches you, content in the few seconds to allow himself to watch the gentle rise and fall of your shoulders. The sight stirs a mix of emotions in his chest - the swell of emotion that came rushing in whenever he set his eyes on you, and a heavy tinge of guilt. Guilt that he had to cancel the first date night you both had managed to plan after weeks of clashing schedules, guilt that you taken it so well, and guilt that you had somehow found your way here, to the SVU bullpen so that you could both head home together.

Nick drops to a knee, bringing himself to eye level with your face. He raises his hand to cup the side of your face gently. His touch on your skin is light, soft, but it makes you stir immediately.

“Hey,” Nick’s voice grounds you as you let your mind grind to a start, your surroundings shifting into focus. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought we could go home together,” your lips furl up into a gentle smile, voice soft, your eyes, still hazy with sleep, locked onto Nick’s. You forget your bearings for a moment until you hear a cough from behind Nick as various footsteps shuffle into the bullpen. You straighten up slowly, blinking the sleep from your eyes, legs stretching out beneath you as you offer a wave to the rest of the team trudging in.

“An ADA slumming it at Amaro’s desk?” Fin muses, voice joking and light.

“What would Barba say,” Munch follows, expression deadpan.

“Unbecoming isn’t it?” Liv continues with a quirk of one end of her lip.

“What can I say,” you play along, “not all of us have Barba’s flair.”

“Clearly,” Amanda states, looking pointedly at Nick which earns a series of chuckles from the rest of the team and yourself.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nick waves a hand in the air dismissively, but his gaze doesn’t leave you. You tilt your body downward slightly, hands reaching for your discarded heels. Nick notices and he is back on a knee in one fluid motion.

“Nick,” you protest as he places a hand along your calf, his other propping your heel up, helping you back into your heels. You hazard a glance behind your boyfriend, only to find the rest of the team, tactfully busying themselves with their desks. “I’m not Cinderalla,” you state, but with no real protest as you let him guide your other heel back on.

“I’m not your Prince Charming?” He teases, not caring who else heard, giving your calf a gentle squeeze before winking at you and straightening back into a stand.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” you pull a face as you turn to gather your belongings, making quick work of shoving them into your bag with Nick’s help.

“Way to hurt a man,” he places a hand on his chest as you shrug his spare jacket off your shoulders; Nick takes it from you, hanging it back on his chair.

“She could hurt you more” Fin cuts in again with a sing-song voice. It makes you chuckle, as you catch a wink Amanda throws in your direction.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be Detective Tutuola,” Nick asks all while shrugging off the jacket on his shoulders to place it over yours, letting it hang off your frame. He flicks off the light switch on his desk and picks your bag up.

“If I say no, will you let me tag along?”

Your yes comes at the same time as Nick’s absolutely not, and it earns you another series of chuckles around the room.

“Don’t call me till Monday,” Nick calls out, while threading his fingers through yours as he starts to guide you towards the lift. You barely manage to call out a goodbye, before the lift doors shut on you both.

“I didn’t-” your protest is cut short by Nick’s lips on yours, his free hand circling your waist, going over the fabric of his jacket on your shoulders. You let yourself sink into the kiss, hand sliding up his shoulder and behind his neck as the lift descends to the parking garage.

“I’m sorry I had to cancel today,” he says, forehead resting against yours as he breaks the kiss. His eyes are closed, but you flicker yours open as you run your hand from the back of his neck to cup the side of his jaw.

“You have nothing to apologise for Detective Amaro,” you end with the professional term of address in attempt to diffuse some of the guilt you see in his eyes. “Work,” you continue with a light shrug - Nick was a victim of you cancelling on him as well, and you understood.

“I was really looking forward to tonight,” he says, still apologetic as he finally opens his eyes while leaning his face into your palm.

“I can think of a few ways you can spend the rest of the weekend making it up to me,” you say, dropping your voice to a lower, almost sultry tone as you lean into him, pressing the front of your body into his. Nick responds by pulling you in closer, his hand dipping down the hem of his jacket on your shoulders to slide down onto the curve of your ass.

“Take me home Detective Amaro,” you say as the lift door dings open.

“Your wish is my command,” Nick says in response, taking the opportunity to sear another quick kiss onto your lips before tugging you out of the lift.

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electric-lights · 1 year

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(un)welcome visitors

Rafael Barba x gn!reader

"I didn't know every coffee maker between here and the DA's office mysteriously combusted."

He purses his lips in a humorless smile, leaning against the wooden sideboard and tapping his fingers impatiently as the machine heats up. "Carmen's out sick," he explains, his voice clipped. "The coffee stand's closed, and even I can't make myself drink the courthouse sludge."

Rafael may be using you for your coffee maker, but when a personal issue arises he offers some unexpected support.

tags: established friendship, fluff, mutual pining, hint of family angst on the reader's side, gender neutral reader, no y/n, no reader physical description

word count: 1400

note: it's only vaguely alluded to but reader is a law librarian at the county law library, which happens to be located right across from 1 hogan :) essentially you research, gather, and analyze legal materials for the public, courts, and recently a certain ADA

read on ao3 here

You lean back in your office chair with an amused grin. "Nice to see you too, Barba."

The man currently beelining it to your office's single cup coffee machine doesn't have the good grace to look chagrined. Rafael shoves his thermos underneath the spout, drops a pod in the machine, and slams the lid without even looking at you. "Yes, hello, you look good, how've you been," he rattles out dryly.

"You talking to me or the Keurig?"

The withering look he shoots you is mostly without teeth. It's not enough to deter you.

"I didn't know every coffee maker between here and the DA's office mysteriously combusted."

You raise your eyebrows.

He glances over, then does such an utterly offended double take that you have to turn your surprised snort into a cough. "That was under duress," he warns, raising a finger in your direction.

You can't help it.

"I come to you in my time of need and you mock me," he deadpans as you laugh.

"Right, except I was your third choice."

He opens his mouth to deliver what promises to be a scathing retort, but the machine chooses that moment to finally hiss to life and the aroma of vanilla beans starts to fill the office. Rafael sighs, and some of the bristling tension seeps out of his shoulders. You decide he's probably suffered enough.

"Look, not that I don't appreciate the visit," you lean forward on your elbows against the desk, "but have you ever thought about just buying one for yourself?"

You knew he rarely used the old drip maker collecting dust in his office, preferring to buy it fresh - or, when he's particularly desperate and can't get away, send Carmen out with his card. In fact, you weren't even sure the damn thing worked until you'd found half of SVU camped out in his office late one night, going over the details of a difficult case with the carafe passed around the table. But surely, when caffeine-withdrawal was at stake...

"Then people would ask to use it." Rafael's nose wrinkles at the thought as he watches the thermos fill.

The stunning lack of self-awareness doesn't seem to register.

"Hmm," you hum, "says the man raiding my coffee stash." He blinks, pausing as he screws the thermos lid on. "The man with his own snack budget at the 16th."

He rolls his eyes. "They should consider it payment for goods and services." He says it with no small amount of smarm, but as he turns towards the loveseat you managed to cram into the corner of your small office, you watch him cradle the warm thermos in his hands like a prized possession.

"Speaking of," you say slowly, reaching down into the bottom drawer of your desk and tossing the contents to him. "Here."

He deftly catches the bag, and you feel inordinately pleased when you see his eyes light up at the chicago-style popcorn. "What's this for?"

Because you see how hard he works. Because you like that your office has become a place he frequents. Because you want him to stay a little while longer.

Because you're starting to like him more than the professional bounds of your positions, even the personal warmth of your friendship, and a small, foolish part of you can't help but hope he might feel the same way.

You clear your throat a little, shifting under the way his observant gaze turns thoughtful at your silence. "Let's just say Sergeant Benson isn't the only one with a snack budget."

He huffs a laugh, murmurs his thanks, and just like that any moment you imagined is gone.

With warm drink and food in hand, he finally collapses into the old, worn loveseat. He settles, sinking into the cushions and letting his eyes flutter shut as he tips his head back with a sigh, the long line of his neck and hint of scruff bared above his slightly loosened tie. You give him a moment, quietly shuffling some papers around, trying not to think about the warmth in your chest at seeing him so comfortable in your own space.

It isn't until he sits back up, taking a sip from his thermos with a pleased hum, that you speak, your voice quiet. "So how are you Raf, really?"

"Tired." He breaks open the popcorn. "Sick of fighting off motions for this case. You?"

You grimace, thinking about the pile of work growing in your inbox. "About the same."

"Well aren't we a pair." He gives a little crooked smile as he says it, and you try not to look too pleased with his choice of words.

You settle into quiet conversation - about his mother (she's doing well, and he talks about her work at the charter school with no small amount of pride), about the latest inter-office gossip (there's at least two affairs going on but he only complains about O'Dwyer's latest promotional pet project), about the request his office sent over yesterday (you're already working on the case analyses).

He's just explaining what details he'd like you to look out for when there's a light rap at your door.

Rafael pauses. You unconsciously straighten in your seat before you call out. "Yes?"

The door creaks open and one of the front desk assistants steps just inside the threshold. "I'm sorry to interrupt." She looks between you and Rafael, then turns back to you. "But your father is here to see you."

You blink.

"That can't be right," you frown. "My parents don't even live in the city."

She glances again at Rafael - who's watching you intently over his thermos - before she turns back to you with a strained smile. "Just passing along what he said," she says, her voice apologetic.

"Did he give a name?"

When she says it you sigh, cursing internally. "Alright, I'll... I'll be down in a minute. Thank you."

And with that, she nods at you both and closes the door behind her. In the ensuing silence, the easy, friendly air from before seems to have been sucked out of the room after her.

"Should I go?"

"No." Your reply is fast enough that Rafael'e eyebrows raise in surprise. "No, I'll just see what he wants and send him home. He shouldn't even be - I can't believe he's - fuck." You trail off into a groan of frustration, burying your head in your hands.

"One of those, huh," he says softly. It's not spoken as a question.

"Yeah," you mutter into your hands.

"Want me to scare him off?"

You know he's just trying to lighten the mood but your heart still jumps when you look up at him, foolish and half hope. "Would you?"

It slips out before you can stop it but you can't regret asking, not when he holds your gaze with a kind of warmth and sincerity he usually can't afford to show.

"For you?" he murmurs, "Of course."

You're proud that your next breath comes out relatively steady.

"Thank you," you say softly. "But you really don't need to get in the middle of my family drama."

His lips twitch into a wry, crooked smile. "I'm paid to get in the middle of family drama all the time. Yours is no trouble, trust me."

Your chest shakes with a laugh despite yourself, and his smile softens, his eyes crinkling. In the light of the setting sun from your window, it makes him look younger. Lighter.

It looks good on him.

"At least let me walk you down."

He never was one to give up on a tough case. If you're honest with yourself, you never want him to stop.

"Alright, alright," you cede with a small smile. "It's a deal, counselor."

Looking entirely too pleased with himself, Rafael pushes up from the loveseat, thermos in hand. He takes his overcoat from the rack by the door and holds out your own, and your elbows brush as he steps out of your office behind you.

As the two of you walk down the hallway towards the elevator and whatever unpleasant surprise awaits you in the lobby, you realize that somehow - with Rafael beside you - you don't dread it.

#inspired by every Dad Issues ep and trying to thread the needle between barba's softness & snark #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x gn!reader #reader insert #definitely got a few more ideas for a law librarian reader #i feel like there aren't a lot of non-detective reader fics so i'm doin my part 🫡#s: pretty green eyes (you're reaching for my hand)

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Not What It Looks Like

Rafael Barba x reader x Rita Calhoun Established!Poly!Barhoun Warnings: language, alcohol, smut, threesome, praise kink. Covers a square for @prentiss-theorem bingo! Don't wanna miss any new stuff? Sign up for a taglist here! Like what you're reading? Tip your author here!

Rita knew she was home late, having worked through dinner and then gone for plea agreement drinks with an ADA from White Collar, but she didn’t expect to come home to such a quiet dark apartment. You were a natural night owl, often up into the late hours of the night, the television on a low rumble while you tidied up around the house, caught up on work or binged through something in Rita’s book collection. Even if you were out, she was used to Rafael motoring his way through piles of paperwork at the kitchen island, indulging in a very late dinner or Spanish ramblings coming from the other room as he had his weekly phone call with Lucia. Most days she came home late the two of you were some degree of tangled together on the couch, a glass of scotch in Rafael’s hand while the other scribbled through questioning, simply enjoying each other’s company in mainly silence.

Letting out a soft sigh she slipped out of her blazer, leaving it draped over the back of the couch while her bag was lightly dropped onto the cushions, when she spotted a bottle of wine on the coffee table and that spurred on her taste buds. Wandering back to the kitchen she pulled out a bottle of red, pouring herself a glass, a happy hum escaping her lips as she took the first sip, shoulders relaxing as the stress of the day finally began to wash away. She pulled the clip out of her hair, shaking it loose, fingers combing through the loose curls as she meandered down the hallway. She noticed the door to the home office cracked, a sliver of light coming from within it and her lips curved up into a smile, figuring Rafael was working away inside. Once in the bedroom she took out her earrings, slipping off the rest of her jewelry and placing it into the appropriate spots in the jewelry box. She scooped up the glass of wine, heading back toward the office with the thought of enticing Rafael away from work in favour of a drink and some positive socialization.

When she approached the door she heard a small giggle come from within, your voice murmuring softly along with Rafael’s and her lips curved up into a smirk. She was no longer wondering where you’d ran off to, you no doubt were already trying to drag Rafael out of the office and back to the couch where the half bottle of wine still sat. She pushed the door open and her brow raised at the sight in front of her, Rafael was, of course, sitting behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, shirt unbuttoned, tie and suspenders already gone. It was more you she was amused by, perched in his lap, facing her, your cheeks flushed, lips kiss swollen. Your eyes widened as you noticed her in the doorway and Rafael swore quietly, attempting to catch his breath before you managed to find your voice.

“You wouldn’t by chance believe me if I told you this wasn’t what it looks like?”

Rita chuckled, her eyes darkening as she stepped into the room, “oh really?” She cocked a brow in your direction, “you’re telling me you didn’t come in here all dolled up in a pretty little sundress to taunt Rafael? Get him all hot and bothered, distracted from his work?” She bent down, scooping up your discarded panties from the floor, letting them dangle from her finger as she approached the desk, “I’m so sure you’re intentions were innocent and you had no plans of his cock being buried in that pretty little pussy of yours, did you?”

Now standing in front of the two of you Rita’s free hand pinched at the hem of your dress, pulling it up to expose your bare cunt where Rafael’s skin met yours, your juices coating him and your thighs. Rita let your skirt drop, her eyes moving from where you were joined up to your face, a smirk on her lips.

“Always look so beautiful nice and full.” She leant back against the desk, crossing her arms over her chest, looking to Rafael, her head tilting, “well… don’t stop on my accord. Get the poor girl off.”

Rafael’s hands tightened around your waist, leaning back in his chair as his hips rocked up and you began to gently bounce on his cock again.

“Fuck…” You muttered; your eyes fluttering shut for a moment before you felt Rita’s hand cupping at your cheek gently. Her thumb rubbed at your chin affectionately before it traced your lips and you looked up at her, your lips wrapping around her thumb, sucking it into your mouth.

“Good girl.” She praised, pushing the digit deeper into your mouth, “always so skilled with your mouth aren’t you?”

“You know she is.” Rafael grunted, thrusting deeper into you and you let out a low moan.

“Well we should put it to good use then, shouldn’t we?” Rita’s hand disappeared from your mouth, slipping under her skirt to rid herself of her own panties letting them drop to the floor before she bunched up her skirt, settling on top of the desk, her pussy bare and on display as she spread her legs. You let out a louder moan and she chuckled darkly, “is he throbbing inside of you?” Her eyes darted to Raf, “like what you see?”

“Yes...” He groaned back.

“Figured I may as well have some fun too,” her hand stroked at your head, “lean forward darling.”

Rafael shifted, standing from the chair as his hold on your hips tightened, keeping you upright and in the right position as Rita relaxed on the desk and he flattened your back out, watching your hands brace against her thighs. He felt his cock twitch at the eagerness you presented, hands already tracing patterns across her skin, your pussy fluttering around him as he kept a steady deep pace of his thrusts. Rita quickly placed her hands on the desk behind her, supporting her weight as she leant back, feeling your lips press a quick kiss to her inner thigh before you bit into the supple skin and she let out a small hiss.

Your hands curled around her thighs, fingertips soothing back and forth as your surged forward, your tongue wide and flat as you licked her folds from bottom to top, flicking at her clit and she let out a satisfied moan. Behind you Rafael gave a particularly powerful thrust and you whined out, your nose bumping her clit with the forward push. He let out a small chuckle, watching your face bury between her legs as you started to eat her out with expertise, tongue plunging into her, eager to get her juices spread across her cunt and smeared over your lips.

“Fuck darling…” A hand came to tangle into your hair, “that’s it, you know just how I like it.”

“Mmmhmm.” You mumbled into her, sucking her lower lips into your mouth as your tongue probed into her, little whines and moans sending vibrations into her pussy, making her body shiver as Rafael continued to thrust into you. He began alternating pumps, throwing in the occasional swirl of his hips, his cock brushing right against the sensitive spot within you, your fingers clenching harder at Rita’s thighs.

You could feel Rita getting wetter with each ministration of your tongue, her moans getting more and more breathy as you continued. You couldn’t see her, but Rafael could, her head thrown back, her hips rocking toward the edge of the desk in time with your motions, matching the pace he was fucking you. Her sleeveless blouse was riding down as her back arched, the curve of her chest peeking out more each time she took a breath, her chest heaving, a shimmer of sweat breaking out across it.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He muttered, a hand spanking gently at your ass before he squeezed the flesh, “both of you. Fuck.” His hips faltered as you clenched around him and he let out a moan, “always take me so well querida, tight little pussy loves this cock, doesn’t it?” His next thrust was more aggressive as he began to pick up the pace a little bit, rocking your body out of line and you surged upwards to not crash directly into Rita.

“Yes! Fuck. God I love it.”

Above you, Rita chuckled, her hand pinching at your chin, “oh darling, you’re always so good for us. You know, we should really stuff you full one night soon. How would you like both of our cocks at the same time? I think you’d rather enjoy that.”

“I would. Please ma’am.” You nodded quickly before ducking between her legs again, eager to show her just how much you would love to be used like a toy between them, even more so than right now.

“That’s my good little princess.” She cooed, letting out a gasp when your lips wrapped around her pulsing clit, sucking the nub into your mouth, “fuck! Oh god… I’m close.. more, darling.”

Hearing her words Rafael picked up his pace once again, hips slapping against your own with each thrust he gave you. You moved one hand from her thigh to her pussy, swiping two fingers through her folds, coating them in her wetness before you plunged them into her cunt.

“Shit!” She swore, her head dropping back once again as your fingers pumped inside her in the same tempo that Rafael’s cock plunged into you. Your fingers twisted, curling as your mouth continued its motions on her clit, tongue flicking across it as you sucked her.

You could feel the coil building deep within you, the fire coursing through your veins at the pleasure both of them were bringing you. You would never say no to being used like this, you would happily eat Rita out for hours on end, you had before and you’d do it again. Usually Rafael would watch from the chair across from the bed, lazily thrusting into his hand until he came across your tits or into your mouth, but having his cock buried in your tight cunt was a whole new level of sensation. You could feel sweat coating your skin and you half wished you’d decided to forgo the dress, being completely bare while the two of them were still dressed would be a different type of pleasure all together. If you’d had any sense in your brain you would’ve tucked the idea away for later but between Rita’s juices and the power of his thrusts you were nearly senseless already.

Rita’s hand tightened in your hair, shoving your face harder into her cunt as your fingers began to curl with each thrust, pushing into her g-spot with each pass. You could feel her squeezing around you, juices practically dripping down your wrist already as her hips continued to rock up towards the touch. Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut, string of swears and throaty moans escaping her lips as her chest heaved, pleasure coursing through her body higher and higher with each thrust of your hand.

“Fuck…” She groaned out and Raf spanked you again.

“So good querida, make her come.”

You crooked your fingers again, this time lingering on the sensitive spot right as you gave a powerful suck to her clit and Rita cried out, her thighs threatening to close around you as her orgasm washed over her, body trembling as she almost lost strength to keep herself upright on the desk. She shuddered as your fingers slipped out of her, your tongue kitten licking at her pussy to clean up the mess you’d made smeared across it and her thighs. You half straightened up, letting out a moan as Rafael plunged into you faster now, one hand still braced on Rita as you caught her eye, sucking your fingers into your mouth and cleaning them of her wetness.

“So good darling.” She panted, her hand caressing at the side of your cheek before her gaze turned to Rafael, “pull her up all the way, she’s almost there.” His hand grabbed at your shoulder, pulling you flush to him and you let out a moan, his cock hitting deeper within you, brushing past your g-spot at a whole new angle.

“Oh god!” You yelped, “Raf.. more… please.”

His free hand wrapped around you, shoving up the skirt of your dress to pinch at your clit, rubbing furiously at it as you clenched down around him your juices dripping down your thighs. You were so close, the fire about to burst from right under your skin when Rita slipped off the desk, quickly fixing her skirt before she tugged down the top of your dress, your tits popping out over the hem. Her hands slid up your body before cupping your chest, rolling your nipples between her thumbs and fingers, a smirk on her lips as you suddenly couldn’t keep your eyes open. The triple sensation was rocking through your body, your eyes clenched shut as you yelped, your pussy pulsing harder and harder, Rafael’s cock throbbed inside you and you were seeing stars. You did your best not to collapse against either of them, trying to stay upright as he fucked harder and faster into you, chasing his own release.

“Shit!” He grunted, “oh god… so fucking wet.” He groaned, his own eyes fluttering shut, “gonna come…”

“Come inside her.” Rita offered with a shrug, “I think you deserve it once in a while.” Her hand pinched at your chin, “think she’d like that. Wouldn’t you?”

You nodded at her, eyes barely breaking open as you panted, letting out a little whine and a moment later you gasped loudly at the feeling of Rafael’s cum painting your walls. He grunted, fucking into you a few more times until he finally stilled, shuddering at the way your cunt was continuing to flutter around him.

“Fuck…” he muttered, hands softly rubbing at your body, his lips coming to meet the soft skin of your neck, “you alright?”

“Mmhm.” You replied breathlessly, turning your head to kiss him softly and his hand smoothed back a piece of your mussed up hair, “more than alright.”

“Seems like I should come home late more often.” Rita teased, pulling a chuckle from both of you, “now how about we get you cleaned up before bed?” Her hand softly pinched at your chin again and you nodded, whimpering as Rafael’s cock slipped from you and you could feel his cum leaking down your legs.

He laughed softly, watching his release for a moment before he swiped some of it up with his fingers, “someone definitely needs a bath.” He smirked before your lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking them clean with a quiet moan.

“Well, there’s a reason we have a three seater jacuzzi tub.” Rita replied with a shrug, a steady arm wrapping around your waist as she pressed a kiss to your temple, a hand squeezing at Rafael before she finally greeted him with a kiss.

Scooping up the abandoned pairs of panties and various drink glasses she guided you from the room, making sure you were on steady legs before she began to run the water into the tub, adding in whatever oils she deemed appropriate. It was in pure satisfied bliss that the three of you finally slipped under the water, letting the last of the day melt away as you truly enjoyed each other’s company as the evening came to a close.

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hoe4almondmilk · 1 year

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Pillar

[olivia benson x reader]

You ran your hands through your hair and groaned. Frustrated at the laptop full of study notes. “A legal duty to act. A legal duty to act can arise in what five circumstances…” You read aloud.

You had finally made it through law school but now you had to do the most dreaded. The bar exam.

“Baby, maybe you should take a break. You’ve been at this for hours.” Olivia said as she finished up washing the dishes.

“I can’t Liv, at this point I might as well fail.” You whined. “I should’ve just been an accountant.”

Your wife chuckled as she walked over to the couch and plopped next to you. “You’re not going to fail, (y/n).” She said as she rubbed your back gently with her hand.

Olivia furrowed her brows. She knew there was something deeper going on. You were so excited about finally getting sworn in and applying to the District Attorney’s Office to be a prosecutor.

“I just don’t know anymore. What if this isn’t for me?” You looked at Olivia, teary eyed. You were a perfectionist at your very core. Which sometimes could be good but also was your greatest weakness. You wanted to be a lawyer, that was your dream.

“Where’s all of this coming from?” Olivia asked. “You were so excited after your internship with the DA’s office?”

“I was, But I came to a realization afterwards.” You muttered.

Olivia raised her brow. “And that realization was?”

“That I’m never going to be as good as Barba. I mean I was surrounded by so many amazing prosecutors, ADAs and DAs. I’m never going to be that good.” You felt a tear fall down your cheek.

“(y/n), cut yourself some slack!” Olivia argued. “You’re prematurely worrying yourself over something that hasn’t happened yet.”

You wanted to believe her but you had failed so much already. You felt like there’s this deadline to success and you’re about to be late. You didn’t start law school until your mid twenties. You didn’t know what to say. You just looked at Olivia and said “I don’t know.”

“Well, I’m older and I know.” Olivia chuckled. “Yes, you may not be on Barba’s level yet, but in time you will be.” Olivia added.

“I love you.” You smiled at her and kissed her cheek.

“And I love you. And now you're going to put this away for the night and we are going to finish Gilmore Girls.” Olivia said as she closed your laptop and grabbed the tv remote.

“Okay.” You giggled. “I’ll get the blankets.”

#law and order svu #svu #olivia benson #svu fanfiction #svu fanfic #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson/reader #olivia benson imagine

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thatesqcrush · 1 year

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These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

Mafia! Rafael Barba x f!reader AU.

NSFW (thigh riding, language, talk of violence, use of term daddy).

AN: looking to make this an ongoing series of one shots.

WC: 1.3K

Rafael hated these meetings.

He sighed irritably as he kicked up his legs on his desk listening to his boss on the speaker of his cellphone. He gently swirled his drink before taking a sip. By day he was ADA extraordinaire but by night, he was the underboss to one of the most prolific crime organizations in all of NY.

Playing Jekyll & Hyde with the law was exhausting, but it made him a very wealthy man and also helped put the “true” criminals away - pedophiles, rapists, abusers, dirty politicians and the like.

When Rafael joined the DA’s office, he was a pretty green attorney. When he met with McCoy, he learned the true nature of the DA’s office. McCoy was The Boss. Rafael knew the dangers and the risks and he could have taken a generous bribe to walk away and look away, but he decided to stay. He quickly rose through the ranks of organization, securing the utmost trust and loyalty.

McCoy was on a rant and Rafael nodded along as he took a long drag of his drink, finish it. He swung his legs off the desk and made his way to the bar cart, refilling his glass. As he closed the top of the bottle, he scanned his knuckles which were gashed, but scabbed over. In his position, rarely did he ever have to resort to fists but there was a rat who infiltrated a lower level and they needed to be handled.

The door to his office was open ajar and you poked your head through, looking around. Rafael met your eyes and he smiled, beckoning you in with a crook of his finger. You walked in and stopped at the cart, fixing yourself a drink. Rafael took your appearance in and his eyes darkened with lust. You were wearing his Harvard hoodie and thick thigh high socks. He felt his pants tighten and inwardly willed the phone call to finish.

Rafael sat back down and when you walked over he pressed a finger to his lips, motioning you to be quiet.

You nodded and sat on his lap, facing him. You began to press soft kisses along his cheek, jawline, and throat relishing in the feel of his five o’clock shadow pricking against your lips. Traces of cologne clung to his shirt, woodsy and masculine and you let yourself get lost in his scent. Rafael’s eyes closed as your lips trail along his skin before sucking against a pulse point.

“I am on a call,” he warned you.

You shifted your head to his ear, nipping at his lobe and pulling a harsh intake of breath from him.

“But I’m bored,” you whined. Your hand drifted to the bulge in his pants, rubbing. “Your call is taking too long.”

“Fuck,” Rafael muttered. It was growing more difficult to focus on what McCoy was saying.

You grasped Rafael’s hands and placed them under the sweatshirt and along your hips. Rafael is pleased at the realization that you are in fact, completely bare.

You unbuttoned his shirt more, revealing more of his throat. You nuzzled your face against him before you pressed more kisses along every inch of exposed skin.

“Having fun?” he growled in your ear.

“I am now,” you purred, rolling your hips.

His hands slid slowly down and over your hips and he shifted you until he had you flushed against him. His thigh is wedged between your legs.

You gave a purposeful roll of your hips against him. You gasped at the sensation of your bare pussy along his denim, gripping his shoulders tightly as he rocked your hips on his thigh. The meat of his muscle is a fantastic solid mass to drag against.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, princess,” he warned. His voice is gravelly and thick with lust.

You ignored him and continued to slide over his thigh, pressing down harder.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His voice is soft and quiet. “Do you wanna cum baby girl?” His question was followed with a growl into your mouth, a needful sound that found its echo in the space between your legs. His eyes were dark with desire. He tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers digging, helping to drag your pussy along his thigh.

“Yes,” you whined desperately.

His mouth is on yours, hot and demanding. His tongue traced against the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth to let him in. You easily lose yourself in the pressure and warmth, in the mingling of breath. Your tongue slid along his, urging. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you two continued to kiss.

A hand swept up to your breast, squeezing softly, before twisting and tugging on your pert nipple. Another slipped under the sweatshirt, sliding up your back, before sliding back down. His nails scraped your skin and you shuddered and groaned in response.

Your hands move back to his shirt, grasping and fisting, curling around muscle. There’s so much of him, and still not nearly enough. You continue to fuck yourself against his thigh, your eyes fluttering shut as your mouth opened slack, breathy little sighs escaping. Your motions grow more frantic as your clit drags against the slightly rough denim.

“I’m going to come,” you choke out.

Rafael pulled back enough to see your face, watching as you fell apart for him. Your lips tingle, your toes curl, and all you can hear is blood rushing in your head.

“That’s it baby doll. Soak my thigh.”

Your breathing is still heavy as you come down from your high. Your fingertips scraped the back of his neck as you pulled him closer and ghosted your lips across his. He felt the warmth of your juices soak his pants and his cock twitched.

“Let’s take care of you,” you murmured against his lips, as if reading his mind.

In response, Rafael hoisted you on top of his desk. You moved to remove the thigh highs, but Rafael grabbed your wrists. “Leave them on.”

McCoy is still blathering on but Rafael no longer cares. He unbuckled his pants and pushed down his boxers, his hard cock finally freed of its prison. He grabbed your legs, placing one on each shoulder.

You look up at him, a dreamy smile spreading on your face as the blunt head of his thick cock pressed inside of you.

“Take me. I'm all yours, so take me."

He thrust forward, your walls burning and stretching to accommodate him.

The moment was ruined as Rafael’s name was called by McCoy.

Rafael pressed a finger to his lips again and took the call off mute.

“Yeah Jack, I’m here.”

You struggled to keep quiet, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for dear life as your McCoy’s voice filled the room again.

“Will you be able to cut the deal?”

Rafael snapped his hips forward hard and you whimpered.

“When have I not been able to do so?” Rafael’s thrusts slowed a little and you knew that was your cue to be silent again. “I always close,” he continued, no hint of the fact his fat cock was stuffed into your cunt in his voice.

“Good,” McCoy affirmed. “You know our fuckin deal…”

Rafael rolled his eyes and began to fuck you, but careful not to let the backs of your thighs meet his body, so there was no slap of skin on skin to give away what you were up to. Your eyes were screwed shut as you felt your orgasm fast approaching and you knew you couldn't warn him vocally while he was talking to McCoy.

The realization made you cum hard around him, pressing your first into your mouth as you tried your best to remain silent.

“I got it,” Rafael snapped. As McCoy turned his attention to someone else, Rafael hung up the phone. He gave you a dangerous smile as he started to fuck you harder and faster.

“It’s daddy’s turn now.”

FIN.

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stare decisis: chapter one - novus

novus: latin for new

wc: 1,043

rafael barba x original female character

Quinn Brady glances at the name she had scribbled on a bright pink sticky note, Rafael Barba, she confirms that it matches the name on the door before walking up to the desk of his assistant. She's a beautiful woman, Quinn can tell she's tall before she even stands up.

"Hey, good morning. My name is Quinn Brady. Mr. McCoy sent me," the woman nods knowingly.

"I'll let Mr. Barba know you're here," she disappears through the double doors of the office briefly before coming back out. "You can go on in," she smiled. Quinn thanks the woman and then enters the office.

"Mr. Barba, I'm Quinn Brady, the DA just pulled me over from Queens," she holds her hand out for a shake, his large warm hand covers her pale cold one with a firm grasp. He's intimidating, she notices, arrogant too.

She's attractive, he can't deny that. Slender, only a few inches shorter than him, with freckles covering her cheeks and nose, and ginger hair that compliments those freckles so nicely. Shamefully he admits to himself that having a woman sitting with him at counsel table during trial will also help with the jury, probably the DA's exact thought.

"The DA told me you were coming over, what department were you in?"

"Gangs," she smirks as she places a hand on her hip. Her petite stature always allowed her to be underestimated, especially when it came to prosecuting gang-related crimes.

"Well you've certainly made some enemies then," he smirks, he has too.

"Definitely, I'm sure you've done the same. You have quite the reputation," his phone vibrates in his hand and he tears his eyes from hers to glance at it.

"Well, welcome to SVU. The squad just caught a case, so we can go over the precinct and I can introduce you to them," he grabs his coat from the coat hanger by the door. He passes right in front of Quinn, and the warm embrace of his evergreen cologne wafts through her senses. "I need to warn you about them, they're passionate, and don't understand what we go through as ADAs."

"Oh, have you ever met a cop who does?" She quips, and a light flashes through his eyes. Maybe he's met his match. They share a cab, on the DA's office's dime. It's close quarters for newly acquainted coworkers but they make it work. She’s first to break the silence.

"So where did you go to law school," Quinn looks over, his nonverbal markers tell her everything she needs to know. He's an Ivy League guy.

"Harvard, you?"

"Georgetown."

"Did you stay in D.C. after graduation?” He knows most people do, so in his mind it’s a stupid question.

“For a few years, I bounced around for a while until I ended up in New York,” she watches closely as the yellow cab pulls up to the 16th precinct, the large building home of New York City’s elite squad of detectives.

“Well, let’s go see what they have for us,” they make their way up the exterior stairs and then up the elevator to the squad room.

A short blonde woman is waiting at the elevator doors when they open, she doesn’t give Quinn a second glance, her eyes are only set on Barba.

“We need a warrant.”

“For what? For who? Why? I don’t care what you think you need, I care about what you have,” Rafael grunts and storms past the detective; Quinn follows on his heels. She’s unintentionally led right into the middle of the squad, four other people are gathered around a few desks, talking about the evidence they think they could obtain.

“Barba, great, we need a warrant,” an older brunette woman.

“Yeah, that’s what Rollins said, but why do you think you need a warrant?”

“Josh Casey consulted some telephone attorney based on his cell records. But if it was only a consultation then he’s not a client and attorney-client privilege doesn’t apply. So we need the attorney’s records from their consultation,” a lanky, blond but graying, man says animatedly. Quinn takes in the room, they still haven’t noticed her. Just as Barba opens his mouth to respond Quinn butts in instead.

“Those records are more than likely protected by work product, so you’re not going to get those.”

“Who are you?” a Hispanic man with dark hair asks.

“Quinn Brady, your new ADA,” she studies the looks of shock between her and Barba. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to say that she was joining the team.

“What the hell, you’re leaving?” the brunette woman asks Barba.

“No, he’s not leaving, there’s two of us now. DA’s orders,” Quinn answers for him.

“Brady, this is Sergeant Olivia Benson, Detectives Amanda Rollins, Fin Tutola, Nick Amarao, and Dominic Carisi,” Barba points to everyone as he says their name.

“You can call me Sonny,” Carisi blurts as soon as Barba says his name. Quinn looks at the man’s outstretched hand but ignores it.

“Yeah, right. And even if it is not all protected by work product, whatever attorney Casey winds up with next would probably instruct him to say he thought the phone attorney was his actual attorney. So then it’s protected by attorney-client privilege.”

“AKA, we’re not getting you a warrant. But thanks for the time for introductions. Call us when you actually have something,” Barba smirks while Quinn pulls out a pen and a bright pink sticky notepad from her coat pocket. She jots down her cell and office numbers on it and hands it to Liv.

“My cell is the best way for you to contact me, but I’m also right across from his office,” she motions to Barba as she hands it over. Liv holds up the sticky note and thanks her for it. Barba and Quinn leave the precinct together leaving the squad stunned hi her wake.

“Not only did he just meet his match, but I think we’ve met ours,” Liv says as they walk away.

“Yeah well I think I’m going to marry her,” Sonny smiles.

“And when she finds out you’re in law school and were still pushing for that warrant?” Rollins asks.

“Yeah well I guess that’s not a good look is it?”

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 1 year

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Yearly Festivities

It’s been a while. Merry Christmas 🎅.

WC: 550

Warnings: Fluffy Rafi and Christmas.

Enjoy x

The room was filled with tension, his green eyes fixed on you as you fluttered around the room being social. You were surprised that he showed up, going against the squad twice in just a few months, there was an elephant in the room. But with you, it was a different kind of tension, but it was a case of who would crack first. You had sat and listened to Sonny talk about how he felt about going up against him and then you also heard Liv’s opinion, but you stayed on neutral ground.

You were excited he was here, the butterflies flying around in your tummy. You missed the sparkle in his eye, the sneaky winks he would give you when no one was watching, the smell of his fading cologne as he walked past after a long day and his three-piece suites in colours you absolutely loved. But what you fell in love with that added to the list of things you loved about him, was the salt and pepper hair that was sitting on his face and framed his lips, that were to you, so perfect.

You were chatting away with Amanda and another uniform that had just worked on an undercover with you all, when your eyes darted up and they met with Rafael’s. He gave you a side smirk and a small wink, your cheeks blushing instantly. You excused yourself from the girls and walked towards where he was standing, your eyes fixed on each other till you were a fingertip away,

“Didn’t think you were going to talk to me tonight detective” He smirked again and took a sip of his drink and you scoffed back playfully.

“When have I ever not made the effort to talk to my favourite ADA of all time”

Rafael let out a little chuckle and closed the very small space between you both.

“You look beautiful tonight Y/N, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you”

Your eyes locked with his and you let your hand rise up to rest on his hairy face, allowing your thumb to run along his bottom lip,

“Rafael- “

Before you had a chance to finished you sentence, Rafael’s hand rested on your hip and slid around to your lower back. You felt his hand press into you and he pulled you into his body, his body heat hitting your skin through your dress,

“May I?” he whispered and then you watched his eye sight move up to the roof “It’s kind of a tradition”

You nodded, grinning, and bitting your bottom lip at the same time. The spark in your tummy that hit you when his lips met yours almost took your breath away. His lips were soft and his facial hair was smooth against your face. Your hand that was on his face slid down and rested on his neck. You felt so safe and comfortable with him, and you fell in love with him a little more when he didn’t deepen the kiss, that your body just melted into him. Rafael finally broke that very long kiss, looking down at you with blushed cheeks before he rested his forehead on yours,

“Shall you get out of here?” you said shyly.

“I’ll go get a cab.”

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“I can’t think around you.”

Rafael x fem reader

"Mr. Barba has declined your request," Carmen said, her voice apologetic.

"Did he say why?" you asked, almost desperately. You wanted so badly to sit second chair to the prosecutor, wanted to learn the court under his tutelage. You considered him a mentor, and a friend. So, why was he declining to teach you in the courtroom?

"He didn't," she replied, "but you know how he is; he likes to work alone."

You nodded, crestfallen. There was no way you were letting this go, though. You'd talk to him that night, after Carmen went home.

**********

Just as you predicted, Rafael was sitting at his desk, his office light low as he worked. He scribbled along on his legal pad, cross referencing laws with a massive book laid open on his desk. You knocked on his open door, and he let out a soft, "come in," without looking up.

You came to his desk, then sat across from him, waiting. He continued writing down whatever his thought was, then finally looked up. Surprised flashed in his eyes before he masked it with cool professionalism.

"How can I help you--"

"You know why I'm here, Rafael."

"...you want to know why I refused your request to sit second chair." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked tired, the years and years of hard work evident on his face.

"I'm not mad, Rafa. I just want to know. You've been such a help for me, taking me under your wing here in your office. What's changed?"

He looked up at you. "The courtroom is different than work here. Here, I can be myself with you. I can laugh and...and I don't have to focus as hard."

"I...I don't understand. You're always so focused and professional in the courtroom--"

"But with you there, I can't be. I--I can't think when I'm around you! The case, the defendant, the judge and jury--it all goes away the moment I see you."

You had never seen Rafael so...disheveled before. Even when in his office, chuckling about something, he exuded such professionalism. "What're you saying, Rafa?"

He sighed heavily. "I'm saying that you cannot sit second chair to me, not because of anything you did, but because it would be...unprofessional to work with you when I feel so strongly about you."

You blinked, stunned. Did he just tell you he liked you? "Rafa--"

"I'm not expecting you to say anything back, I just wanted you to know why. You'll need to ask another ADA to be your mentor. I can't, I'm sorry."

You nodded. "Yeah, okay.... I understand." You stood, heading for the door before turning back to him. "And Rafa? Why don't you and I do dinner one night?"

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Dare To Forget Me

Ch. 49: Coming Down

Previous chapters // Montserrat’s masterlist

Fandom: SVU // Pairing: Rafael Barba x OC

Warnings: Due to the nature of the series’ plots, I do have to rate this as ‘mature’ for constant mentions of rape.

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Arraignment was early as usual. Charmaine Briggs was the last on the docket.

"Notice how calm she is," Amanda said to the others as they filed into the room. They went right to the first bench as Charmaine and her lawyer took their own spots.

"Years of practice, maybe?" Olivia asked.

"I don't know," Montserrat straightened in her spot. "I honestly can't read this woman. One moment, she looks honest and the other…" It would be one of those types of cases where half of them were split with each other and some, like her, was split with herself.

"Manslaughter in the second degree...does the defendant have a plea?" the judge commanded the entire room into silence.

"A plea for sanity, your honor," Charmaine's lawyer was a sharp-tongued woman even at the early hour that it was. "Mrs. Briggs is a widow whose husband died tragically of natural causes."

"Natural causes brought on by the reckless behavior of the defendant," Rafael said in case the two women forgot that important detail. "Her counsel might want to read the statute."

The woman sent him a glare. "The ADA might want to ditch the condescending attitude before it drips onto his suit."

"You two hash this out on your own time," the judge cut into what promised to be an interesting argument. "Assuming no objection, I'll enter a plea of not guilty. Bail is set at 100,000, cash or bond. Next."

"She promises a good fight," Montserrat purposely said loud enough for Rafael to hear. He turned around to see her, Olivia and Amanda giving him the same look.

"She's nothing," he said, almost waving the other woman off. "But I will be needing every last iota of evidence you have."

"You got it," Olivia said, but the look on her face told Rafael she had a lot more things to say, starting with the bail money. "Now about that—"

"Send me the paperwork," he said quickly on his way out.

Olivia was dumbfounded but nowhere near defeated. She ushered Montserrat out of the bench so she could get out.

"Someone's in trouble," Amanda remarked with a light smile. Montserrat hummed as the two followed after their Sergeant.

~ 0 ~

As of late, it seemed like Rafael felt like he was either running from women or to them. If it wasn't his family then it was Monsterrat and when it wasn't either side, it was Olivia. Right now, he spotted his mother coming at him from the opposite end of the hallway.

"We have to talk," Lucia came with a direct mission.

"Uh, okay — I'm a little busy right now."

"You're always busy! You don't think this is important?"

"Claro que si, of course I do—"

"Barba…" Olivia walked right up to the two, unknowingly stepping into their argument. Montserrat and Amanda weren't too far behind. "$100,000 for a homicide? Are you kidding me?"

"We're lucky we didn't get R.O.R.," Rafael said fast before Olivia went on about something else from the case. "Sergeant Benson, this is my mother, Lucia Barba."

The introduction certainly left Olivia dumbfounded but Lucia was more sharp than ever. "Oh. Benson...he talks about you. You drive him a little crazy."

Olivia met Rafael's look, unsurprisingly he wasn't embarrassed by the slip. He wouldn't be him if he wasn't. "Just doing my job. I'll give you a moment." She backtracked from the pair until she was beside her detectives again.

"Who's that?" Amanda asked soon enough.

"Mom."

Montserrat's eyes widened. "Seriously?" She had yet to see pictures of Rafael's family and now she had the first live shot. Despite being very far away from her, Montserrat felt a series of nerves hit her. Calm down! This is not about you right now! She couldn't hear what they were talking about but she just knew it had to do with the senior center Rafael had scoped out for his grandmother.

"We should go," Olivia pulled Montserrat out of her thoughts. "We need to get everything in order."

"Yeah," Amanda said as she followed Olivia down the hallway.

"I...need to go to the restroom first," Montserrat said when the idea struck her. It was stupid and probably unprofessional but right now she didn't care. Lucky for her, no one questioned that excuse.

She slowly, very slowly, walked for Rafael. She only heard the very last bits of his conversation — sounding very much like bickering — before Lucia left.

"Bye, ma," Rafael waved his mother goodbye and sighed.

"Not good, huh?" He heard Montserrat behind him.

He turned to find her just a few steps away from him. Right now, he would want nothing more than to be able to hug her. Professional lines were a nuisance at that moment.

"Whatever she said—"

"They're visiting," he cut Montserrat off. "It's all I asked and if they do that then...then maybe they'll see it's best."

"I know," Montserrat nodded. She absolutely hated that he still felt like he had to justify himself to her, like she was going to judge him. "Give me a call later," she smiled at him.

"Detective Novak, are you being professional right now?" he quirked an eyebrow at her. Montserrat laughed and suddenly, his pain lessened.

"You're a smartass," she shook her head as her laugh subsided.

"I have been told…" he bobbed his head side to side.

"I'll see you later," she flashed him a last smile before taking off. She hoped their small moment would be enough to lift his spirits a bit. Sometimes it was a pain having to follow the rules of their secret relationship.

~ 0 ~

Trial began and with all its markers on the spot. The housekeeper of the Briggs went up first and while she did good, the fact that she always had a disdain for Charmaine tainted the jury's perspective of her. It was the doctor who attended Walter's first heart attack who managed to do more damage to Charmaine's reputation.

But truth to be told, and he had mentioned it Montserrat already, a lot of his mind wasn't occupied with the case. He was honest with her one night about the probability of actually getting conviction. As always, she tried reassuring him that he was doing the best he could. He had other things on his mind and they were just as urgent.

After another trial date, Rafael was set to visit the facility with his mother and grandmother. He took his grandmother still abiding by the deal they made to visit as a huge win. As soon as they were in the facility, Catalina was taken for her own personal tour of the place. As far as he could see, the facility was fine. It was clean, the patients were very well attended to. It was lively enough to where no one seemed bored, or worse - no one would feel trapped.

Somehow, Lucia didn't see it that way. In fact, it turned out they were on completely opposite pages. "Look, I know what you're thinking. I should take her in to live with me…"

Rafael shook his head at her as soon as she started with that mindset. She thought he was blaming her for the situation. "Absolutely not—"

"Other people put their families in places like this. We do not put our family in places like this!" Lucia exclaimed.

"That's not what this is about," Rafael stopped them in the middle of the hallway. "I promise." It was their cultural mindset that their elderly family members shouldn't, under any circumstances, step foot in a senior center and that honestly wasn't the best way to think. Of course there were going to be situations where a senior center was the only option and it shouldn't be viewed as something bad.

They spotted Catalina talking to one of the employees not too far from where they stood.

"I understand what you mean but we also have to be realistic that sometimes we just can't handle it all," Rafael tried to explain but was already Lucia fervently shaking her head. "You are single handedly keeping a charter school alive. You only go home to sleep. How are you supposed to take care of her?"

"I could retire—"

"No, you couldn't," Rafael leveled his mother with a sharp look. They both knew that, like him, Lucia was very dedicated to her work. She had long hours just like her son. "Mira, it's not so bad. Maybe she'll like it."

The two walked to meet Catalina after she let the employee go. "It smells," she complained.

Rafael sighed. "They're cooking lunch, abuelita."

"What are they cooking, skunk?"

"Mamá,"he turned to Lucia for some help. Luckily, she at least tried to help.

"Rafie has gone through a lot of trouble to arrange this for you…"

Catalina still didn't seem pleased enough. "I didn't ask him to. Why should I move after 40 years?"

"Because here, nobody has to carry groceries up six flights of stairs, abuelita." Rafael tried to step closer to her but she looked away from him, an action that stung more than she thought. Still, he continued to try and show her it wasn't all that bad. "They have activities. Mira, movies. If you fall down again, pasa cualquier cosa aquí - anything - you just push a button."

"If I fall down at home, I bang on the floor…" Catalina made a show of hitting the ground with her cane. "Mrs. Rivera hears."

It was like he was talking to a wall. He glanced at his mother again. "Mamá?"

Lucia seemed to feel some sympathy for him in the matter. "We'll think about it."

"I'm just trying to help both of you," he said in case they hadn't gotten that. It honestly felt like they hadn't, especially with the way his grandmother was looking at him. "Bye. I have to go. I have some work to do before court tomorrow."

"Good, go help somebody else," Catalina coldly said, waving him off to leave. There was hardly anything else to say after that.

~0~

Later that night, without really thinking about it, Rafael ended up calling Montserrat. He felt completely terrible after she made it clear that she was on her way to his place. He was aware of the many times he had called her this week and forced her to drop what she was doing for him. He wasn't used to it and he shouldn't be. Montserrat didn't have to do anything yet here she was.

She showed up at his door with a bag over her shoulder. "I'm here until tomorrow."

"You don't have to…" He sighed as she walked in.

"Oh, don't even bother with me," she let the bag drop beside the couch. She came back for him and tugged him with her to the couch. The back of her knees were leaning against the armrest of the couch. Her hands were soothingly running up and down Rafael's arms. "I'm here now," she said, her voice gentle. "And I don't want to hear any of that nonsense that I don't have to be here. Need I remind you of all the times you've been here for me?"

"You don't have to complicate your life because I can't solve my family issues," he barely turned his head away when Montserrat cupped his face and forced his gaze back.

"You're used to doing things on your own but you don't have to anymore. I'm here to help. I can...build arguments with you, remember?" she smiled at him and hoped she would get one in return. "You say I have a big mouth, I might as well do something productive with it."

"I said that?" A ghost of a smile may have played at his lips.

Montserrat hummed with a slow nod. "Yes, you did."

"I didn't mean it…"

"Mhm, sure…" she leaned closer, her hands still cupping his face, "And I never mean it when I call you a smartass." That made him laugh. "There we are," she planted a kiss on his lips. "I think some dinner is in place…"

"I'm not very hungry," Rafael said as she tugged him for the kitchen.

Montserrat stopped and looked back at him. "If you're saying that then you really feel bad. Let's wait a bit and you can tell me what happened."

Usually he would put up some protests but tonight Rafael was just too tired for such a thing. He let Montserrat bring them back to the couch and sat down together. It only took one more time of her asking what happened for him to spill everything.

His grandmother had hated the facility and more than that, she was angry with him. She had the idea that he was trying to lock her away. Lucia hadn't said the same thing but she wasn't exactly defending him either. He didn't blame her — she was stuck in the middle with her son and mother on opposite sides. None of it was easy and it was taking a toll on him.

Montserrat couldn't say it out loud that she was seeing it all on his face. She had never seen him in a state like that and she would've been quite angry if it wasn't his family responsible for it. They weren't trying to argue. They just didn't see eye to eye.

"I'm really not that hungry," Rafael said an hour later when Montserrat suggested ordering out. He felt incredibly guilty when he kept turning her offers down. "You should go home, have a night with Kara or something."

"I am not going anywhere," Montserrat repeated. "How about we turn in early?"

"You don't have to—"

"Stop," she touched his arm. "Let me be here with you. Please."

The concern on her face was touching and at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her. So, he did. His hands found the sides of her face while he kissed her soft lips.

"C'mon," she whispered in-between kisses.

He protested no more afterwards. They got up together, collected Montserrat's duffel bag on the side and headed for the room. Rafael only let her go so she could get changed in the bathroom and he in his room. He'd never felt so worn out when he climbed into bed.

Montserrat returned ten minutes later with her bag. She retrieved her phone from the bag before letting it drop on the floor. "Just texting Kara," she said as she made way for the bed. She left her phone on the night stand then got into bed.

"Thanks for being here," Rafael murmured later on. She had draped an arm over him. He had practically retreated into her body. All he felt was her and all he smelled was her. Nothing else would make him feel better.

Montserrat moved her other arm over his head and let her fingers find his hair. "I wouldn't be anywhere else."

Silence ensued afterwards. The lights had been turned off. There were no movements and the only noise was their collective breathing.

"Do you think I'm being unfair to her?" Rafael suddenly asked. One of his arms had wrapped around her waist.

Montserrat would've shaken her head if they weren't so close to each other. "No, of course not."

"It feels like it. Maybe I pushed too much…"

"You didn't, it's just hard for both sides."

"She's lived in the same apartment for 40 years. I get why she doesn't want to move. As ruddy as the place is...I spent a lot of my childhood there. After school when my mom was still working...we used to make desserts."

Montserrat smiled. "The sweet tooth." Her fingers were still threading through his hair.

"Yeah…"

"What would you bake?"

"Everything." Rafael didn't think he'd ever remember something so vividly the way he was right now. It was like everything he'd tried making with his grandmother was fresh in his mind despite it being more than 20 years ago. "I liked the chocolate cake the best."

Montserrat lost against a laugh. "Oh, of course. Why am I not surprised?"

"Hey, it was delicious!"

"I bet it was—the pictures say it all."

There was a slight silence before Rafael spoke again and when he did, it was a complete change of topics. "Did you do any of that stuff with your grandmothers? Or grandparents?"

Montserrat hummed. Her fingers stopped running through Rafael's hair for a second while she thought. "I mean...my grandmother in Slovakia — Zofie — didn't really bake. She cooked. I learned how to make Kapustnica from her."

"And what's that?" Rafael asked.

"It's soup, basically. It's got mushrooms, sausages, pork, potatoes and all this other stuff. We always had that for Christmas whenever my grandparents came to New York or we went to Slovakia."

Mm, sounds interesting," Rafael said, making a mental note to bring up that precise soup for their next Christmas.

"The soup, yes, grandma Zofie, though?" Montserrat shuddered, making Rafael chuckle.

"What?"

"She can be kind of mean when she's teaching," Montserrat explained, "I may not remember my maternal grandmother that much but I know that she was a lot nicer when it came to cooking and baking."

"Yeah, and what did she teach you?"

Montserrat had to think for a couple minutes before something came to mind. It was hard remembering a woman she hadn't seen in over 20 years. "Umm, I'm pretty sure she's the one who taught me how to make carrot cake."

"You've never made me carrot cake," Rafael accused. Montserrat didn't have to look at his face to know he was frowning.

"Scuse me, but you're always the one drinking coffee or alcohol," Montserrat retorted, "That doesn't exactly leave much room for carrot cake." Rafael's response was to hold her tighter. Montserrat laughed softly and pressed a kiss on his forehead. "Okay, tell you what, I'll make some carrot cake when I get the chance this week."

Rafael agreed. "Can I make some suggestions?"

"Sure, why not," Montserrat shrugged and listened to his 'suggestions' about what to add and what not to. She let him talk and talk until he eventually drifted off. In another situation she would've loved to point out that he practically talked himself to sleep. But things were too grim for that and she herself wasn't too happy.

She couldn't bear to see Rafael spiral the way he was. This wasn't him and the fact it was his own family doing this broke her heart. She couldn't be angry with them but she couldn't not not feel something alike either. There had to be something she could do.

She shifted enough to reach for her cellphone on the nightstand and was extra careful not to wake Rafael up in the process. She turned the brightness screen all the way down to avoid that altogether. She found Kara's number and opened up a new text.

'I need Caroline's number.'

A few minutes later, Kara responded.

'Sure thing! What for?'

Montserrat hesitated to answer. She looked down at Rafael sleeping but still shifting every now and then. It seemed like even his dreams were going to be against him tonight.

'I need to ask her for a favor.' She typed the response and waited anxiously for the number.

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