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deadclownbizz · 5 months ago

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Me-Wow!

Very short, literally just based off a silly goofy prompt. Not a super serious fic or something. Also I'm only on episode 4 don't judge me <33

I think this can be read as GN, but if I missed something, just lmk

Pairing: Roman Roy x Reader

Tropes: None?

Warnings: A single kiss

Other tags: Roman getting positive reinforcement <3

Background: You’re Roman Roy’s assistant… and girlfriend. You always struggle to get him to finish his work instead of getting distracted.

Description: When your boyfriend/boss, Roman, finishes replying to some emails that he’s been putting off, you give him a little reward. You hadn’t expected him to be so excited about it.

“I’m done,” Roman announced, leaning back in his desk chair.

“You replied to all the emails that I starred? Not just the ones you felt like?” You asked, unconvinced. You narrowed your eyes at him as you waited for his answer.

“Yes,” Roman rolled his eyes, “All of them. You can check the folder.”

You pushed your chair back from your smaller desk that sat to the side of his office (being in his office was the only way to make sure he stayed on task). You stood, bringing your folder with you as you walked over to Roman’s desk.

Placing your folder down on his desk, you leaned over to look at his computer. He had been truthful, the starred folder was completely empty. Wanting to make sure he had actually sent emails, you checked the sent folder as well, and it confirmed his claim.

“Shit,” you nodded in approval. “You actually did.”

“Told you,” Roman shrugged, tilting his head as he looked at you.

“See? Wasn’t it easier to just deal with them than to keep putting them off?” You asked, moving to sit sideways across his lap. You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek once you were settled.

Naturally, one of Roman’s arms wrapped around your lower back, while the other draped over your legs with his hand landing on your thigh.

“You know, I never thought I’d ever get to give you this,” you started, leaning forward a little so you could reach the folder that sat on Roman’s desk.

“I get a present for doing my work?” Roman asked, clearly pleased with the idea of it. “Fuck yeah.”

“Since you got all the emails answered,” you confirmed, pulling something from your folder. As you got comfortable in his lap again, you lifted a hand and placed his reward on the chest area of his shirt.

Roman looked down at his chest, looking at what you had left and blinking a few times.

“You’re giving me a sticker?” Roman deadpanned, lifting his head to look at you.

“Not just any sticker,” you reasoned. “It’s got a kitten that says ‘me-wow!’ on it.”

“I’m not a kindergartener,” he replied, narrowing his eyes slightly at you. “I don’t need a sticker.”

“Fine, I’ll take it back then,” you shrugged, raising a hand as if you were going to peel the sticker off of his shirt.

“No, it’s mine,” Roman smacked your hand away, “Fuck off.” He put his hand over the sticker to ensure that you weren’t going to take it.

“But you aren’t a kindergartner,” you teased, poking his chest. “You don’t need stickers.”

“It grew on me,” he argued, dropping his hand to once again rest on your leg.

“I know the feeling of having something grow on you,” you smiled, gently grabbing his chin and pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“What? It wasn’t love at first sight?” He pouted dramatically, using his big puppy eyes to his advantage.

“No, Rome, I thought you were a total prick,” you laughed softly. “But then you got all soft on me, and I just couldn’t say no.”

“I’m only soft for you,” he replied, “I don’t enjoy stickers from just anyone.”

“How sweet,” you replied, moving one hand to push a few stray hairs off his forehead.

Your hand ran down the side of his face, eventually landing on his cheek. He leaned his head into your palm, giving you a soft smile.

While you were enjoying the quiet moment, Roman seemed to be thinking about something else. Your thoughts were confirmed when he spoke only a moment later.

“You have any more stickers?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Bought a 100 pack online,” you nodded.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me sooner?” He complained, rolling his eyes, dramatic as ever.

“You wanna collect all of them now don’t you?” You questioned with a soft laugh.

“I’m gonna have the most fucking stickers,” he confirmed, seeming proud. “Do I get a kiss with every sticker too?”

“You do realize you can have those any time, right?” You raised a brow at him.

“Well yeah, but kisses and reward kisses, those are two different things.” He defended.

Who knew that stickers was all it took to get Roman motivated enough to work?

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deadclownbizz · 6 months ago

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Time for Us

This is honestly short and sweet <33 The description sounds like it's gonna be smutty but I swear it isn't

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Tropes: None rly?

Warnings: Some undressing and kissing, but nothing graphic, fluffy intimacy

Other tags: Rafael Barba’s suspenders ™ , soft Rafael 😭

Background: You’re a detective at the SVU and you’re dating Barba.

Description: You and your boyfriend, Rafael, have been busy at work and haven’t had much time for one another. While working late at his office, the two of you end up sharing a few kisses on his couch. Where do things go when you realize his office is a little too hot?

You let out a sigh as you sat back against the couch. Looking at your phone, you realized that you and your boyfriend had been working on the case for much longer than you’d thought.

“We’ve been at this for hours,” you sighed, scooting over to sit closer to Rafael, running one hand over his back.

Your boyfriend let out a groan, sitting up from where he’d been leant over the papers on the table in front of the both of you. He leaned into your touch, humming softly.

“It’s a tough case,” he complained, leaning against the back of the couch.

As he leaned back, you let your hand slide up to rest on the back of his neck. You ran your fingers through the shorter hairs there.

“I know,” you nodded in agreement. “That’s why I’m here, to help you with it. But,” you started, leaning in to kiss his cheek, “Neither of us are any good if we’re exhausted.”

“You’re right,” he nodded. He closed his eyes, running one hand over his face.

He looked tired. He’d been working so hard on the case, and you could tell it was getting to him. His tie and jacket had both been abandoned hours ago, and his suspenders no longer rested on his shoulders, but were pushed off and now hung around his waist on the couch. The top two buttons on his shirt were undone and his sleeves were both rolled up around his forearms.

Even when he was exhausted and overworking himself, you had to admit, the man was handsome. Sexy, even.

You smiled to yourself at the thought, just enjoying the silence while you played with your boyfriend’s hair. His eyes opened and he looked over at you.

“What are you smiling about?” He questioned, moving one hand to run over the leg closest to him.

“You just look handsome,” you answered honestly, shrugging. “Can’t I just admire my boyfriend?”

“We’ve been here working all day, and that’s what you’re thinking about right now? Aren’t you tired of looking at me?” He hummed out curiously.

“Nope,” you nodded, scooting in closer and using your free hand to cup his face. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”

“Are you trying to sweeten me up for something?” He asked, eyes narrowing.

“Can’t you just accept that I think you’re handsome?” You laughed softly, shaking your head. You leaned in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

With no way to reply, Rafael responded by humming against your lips. He relaxed farther into the couch, pulling you closer to him. By the time you pulled away, you were nearly on his lap.

“If you keep kissing me like that, I’ll accept just about anything you say,” he smiled, pecking your lips.

“Sounds like a win win,” you shrugged. You moved around until you were comfortably seated on his lap. You sat sideways across his thighs, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other rested on his chest.

“Is this part of the deal too?” He teased, one brow raised.

“I think I could throw it in,” you returned his teasing, leaning in to once again press your lips to his.

Rafael let one hand run over your outer thigh while the other was planted firmly on your hip. Your hand on his chest slowly drifted up until it could rest on the side of his throat, your fingertips brushing the hair on the nape of his neck.

His hand held your hip tighter, keeping you pressed closely to him. Not that you wanted to move anyways.

You only pulled away from his lips when you needed to get a lung full of air. You didn’t go far, though, your forehead leaning into his. The two of you took a few slow breaths as you tried to calm down.

“I’ve missed this,” you admitted. “We’ve both been working so much lately, we haven’t had time for us.”

“I know,” he agreed, his voice soft. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, it’s both of our jobs, not just yours,” you argued, not wanting him to think you were blaming him in the slightest. It truly was just your busy work lives.

“This weekend, when this case is over, let’s just take those days for us,” he suggested. “Nothing work related,” he added.

“That sounds nice,” you hummed happily. “I’d really like that, Raf.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he gave a small, affirmative nod. “For now, though,” he sighed, “We really should get back to work on this case.”

“I hate that you’re right,” you huffed. You moved off of his lap, plopping down on the couch next to him.

“You always hate when I’m right,” he joked.

“That’s because you’re right too often, it’s infuriating. And a lot of the time, also attractive, which makes it doubly annoying,” you complained, though there was no real disdain in your words.

“Thank you,” he paused, “I think.” With that, he started to lean over the table to get back to work.

You stopped him, a hand gently grabbing his shoulder.

“Before we get back to work, can we maybe turn the AC up?” You asked, “I’m starting to feel a little hot,” you frowned, your fingers starting to undo the buttons on his shirt.

“It’s a little hot in here,” he agreed. “But why are you unbuttoning my shirt?” He asked, his eyes narrowed.

“Oh, no reason,” you shrugged innocently, smiling at him.

“Okay, you’re tired and you’re getting delusional,” he teased, gently taking both of your hands in his. “Maybe we go home and get some rest, then come back to this with fresh eyes in the morning.”

“It’s almost like I suggested that a few minutes ago,” you deadpanned. “We both need the rest, Raf, and you know it.”

“Then let’s go home,” he nodded, standing from the couch and stretching with a soft groan. He buttoned his shirt back up and slid his suspenders back over his shoulders.

You stood up as well, grabbing both your coat and his, as well as his tie. Truthfully, you just wanted to get home as soon as you could.

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“I’m not sure I’ve ever been so happy to see this bed,” you let out a dry laugh as the two of you walked into your shared bedroom. You had already discarded your shoes and both jackets at the door, so all that was left was getting undressed and ready for bed.

“You say that every time you come home after a long day,” Rafael chuckled, rolling his neck as he undid his suspenders, putting them back into their place in the dresser.

“Well it’s just always true,” you argued.

You crossed the room, only stopping when you were standing in front of Rafael. You slid your hands down his chest and stomach, carefully pulling his shirt from where it had been tucked into his pants. Once it was untucked, your hands made their way back up, stopping when they reached his top button. Much like you had done earlier in his office, you began undoing the buttons on his shirt.

“You’re starting to make a habit of this, you know?” He teased, but made no move to stop you. His hands found your hips and rested there as you slowly undid his shirt.

“You don’t seem to mind,” you countered, finally undoing the last button.

“I don’t mind, not at all,” he nodded, tilting his head as he looked at you.

You reached up, pushing his dress shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. The shirt fell into a pile on the floor behind him. Once his shirt was discarded, you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed closer to him. You tucked your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes.

“This is exactly what I wanted,” you said softly, practically melting into his chest. “I’ve just really been missing time with you. I know we spend all day together sometimes, but we’re working. I’ve been missing you as my boyfriend and not just the squad’s prosecutor.”

Rafael’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you even closer to his body.

“We both get caught up in our work,” he sighed, “I promise, we’ll make more time for us from now on. I’ve missed you too.”

“I love you, Raf,” you spoke quietly, turning your head to place a gentle kiss on the bare skin of his shoulder.

“I love you too, mi amor, so much,” he replied, kissing your head.

Even if work got busy, and your only time was stolen kisses when working late, for Rafael, you knew it was worth it.

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