#goren x reader

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For Bobby?

“'Cause you're beautiful and smart, fuckin' talented”

Bobby doesn’t mean to fall in love with you, it’s just something that happens throughout the duration of your partnership. You’re meant to be a maternity cover, someone to pick up Eame’s caseload while she’s away as a surrogate for her sister.

When you first appear, he hates your sunny disposition. Eames is sensible, practical, it’s a good balance to his eccentric qualities. You’re too bright, too vibrant, it hurts to even look at you. The worst part is you don’t even try to reign him in.

“You’re an adult. You’re smart enough to know when you’re going too far.” You tell him when he confronts you about it. “You’re just pissed off because you’re missing your partner.”

He pauses then because honestly, he never dreamed that you’d call him out like that. He hadn’t thought it was in your nature. He starts to see you in a different light then, because underneath all of the sunshine and rainbows, there’s a core of steel.

He sees it during interrogations, when you go toe to toe with suspects. You have a way of getting under people’s skin, of deducing their secrets. He has a forensic mind but you, you’re emotionally intelligent. You get people.

“How’s she working out?” Captain Deakins him one night after you’ve gone home.

“We had a rocky start.” He tells his captain, his palm rubbing across his mouth as he stares at your desk with the brightly coloured pens and post its. You’re a visual person, you work best colour coding information, it was infuriating in the beginning but now he kind of likes it. It adds a little something to his day. “But she’s growing on me.”

It’s a Tuesday when he realises that everything has changed. You look up from a report you’re reading, and you give him that smile, the one that makes his heart beat a little faster in his chest. He finds the edges of his mouth tilting up as his gaze lowers back to the paper in front of him.

Yea, you’re definitely growing on him.

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Criminal Intent Fan Fiction by Malevolent_Muse

Ghosts of Killers Past (Completed)

Nicole Wallace, declared deceased by the NYPD back in 2008, is alive and well traipsing around Europe and up to her typical games of manipulation, mayhem, and murder. After an eventful stint in Paris, she finds herself in Germany only to come across a man she never expected to see again in her life... Robert Goren had believed she was dead, after all. Crossing paths with him again leads to a series of events that not even she could have anticipated.

Caught in the Current (Completed) A rainy weekend getaway to a beach-front hotel with your reluctant companion, Major Case's Detective Robert Goren, turns perilous. When the rain gives way to cloudy skies, the ocean beckons you. And as the sea lures you in, you learn firsthand how treacherous the waves can be, even close to the shore.

The Trials and Tribulation Series

(This work features characters from both the various Law & Order shows and the Chicago shows. Consequently, it is written in a manner so as to be accessible to those with no prior knowledge of the fandom.)

Unexpected Tribulations (Completed) Abducted and held captive, NYPD Detective Robert Goren is forced to submit to mysterious medical procedures by unknown assailants. Every trace of who he was will be stripped away - not only his physical attributes, but psychological as well.

Elusive Redemption (Completed) Robert Goren has endured 769 days of endless torment. Help is on its way. But is it too little, too late?

Temperamental Sanctuary (Completed) Robert Goren has been saved from the horrific abuse he suffered at the hands of cruel and relentlessly ruthless men in Chicago. He has now been brought home to New York City where he comes in contact with a mysterious benefactor. Will she be the key to his salvation or are her intentions more depraved?

Rewoven Fealty (Completed) For the better part of a year, Robert Goren had been a resident of a mental health institution as he dealt with the horrific ramifications of brutal psychological, physical, and sexual abuse. Now, just when it seems he's through the thick of it, another unexpected tribulation is thrown in his path. Will he be able to overcome it or will it lead to a never-ending cycle downwards?

Finally Forsaken (Work in Progress) The final work in the Trials and Tribulations Series. After all he has been through: the abduction, getting rescued years later, being committed to a mental institution, and having to fight to be reinstated as a detective, Robert Goren has reached the events that will carve out his final destiny or his doom.

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Masterlist

@storiesofsvu

Boredom Cure (Heather Dunbar)

Lucky Number 4 (Olivia Benson)

Menace (Rita Calhoun)

Playtime (Kneef)

Bad Day Turned Good (Velasco)

A New Level of Vacations (Heather Dunbar x reader x Bryan Kneef)

Not Done With You (Velasco)

12/10 (Jackie Sharpe)

Journey to the Past, Ch. 8 (Kneef)

Hardball (Elizabeth Donnelly)

@plaidbooks

Here (Velasco)

More to Love (Velasco)

@pascalispretty

By Night Beloved (Cassian Andor)

@witches-unruly-heart

Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned (Carisi)

Movie Night (Barba)

@beccabarba

Against the Wall (Amanda Rollins)

Rain, Candlelight & Pumpkin Spice (Rafael Barba)

@aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide

Split Hand Surrender (Rolivia)

Sweetest Tongue (Rolivia)

Approximation (Goren)

Buzzer Beater (Cabenson)

@thatesqcrush

Staycation: Spooky Edition (Barba)

The Auction: Hole in One (Kneef)

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Valentine's Day Bingo: Red - Bobby Goren x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @id1ehands @darqchilddaydreamz @words-and-seeds @malindacath @malevolent-muse @trublu2u @yezzyyae

Hitting the Red Bingo Square

Bobby can’t take his eyes off your lips. The vivid red hue accentuates them as you run your finger over the outline chasing away any smudges from the lipstick.

Forever Together, the shade is called. He knows that because he’d bought you a new one after you’d spent the night, leaving sensual imprints all over his body.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his over the mirror of your compact. You smile that salacious little grin of yours before you snap it shut, depositing it back in your desk drawer.

You know exactly what you’re doing to him. It’s a game, he realises as you adjust the collar of the pretty blue dress you’re wearing, revealing the faint bruise he’d left on the hollow of your throat last night. A way of driving him a little crazy before the two of you go out this evening.

The edges of his mouth tip up into a smile as he turns his attention back to his paperwork, his pen tapping lightly on the table. Eames is the only one that knows about the two of you, she’d cottoned onto it the second she’d returned to work. Everyone else including your partner Logan have no idea that you’re in a relationship.

“I’m going to head out.” You tell him, raising to your feet and picking up your purse.

“Have fun on your date.” He says without looking up.

“Oh, I will.” He hears the light teasing in your voice and his cock stirs at the implication.

 “Oh Bobby, I left the file you were asking about in your top drawer.” You call over your shoulder, the sound of your heels clicking across the wiles as you head towards the elevator.

He pauses for a moment, the lift chiming in the background before you step onto it as he replays the conversations you’ve had throughout the day.

He doesn’t recall asking you for a casefile…

When he opens his desk drawer, he sees the flash of red lace almost immediately. His hand slips inside, his fingertips brushing over the damp material and he clenches his jaw to prevent the moan working it’s way out of his throat. He glances around before he removes your panties from his desk before tucking them into his trouser pocket. He takes his personal cell out of the interior compartment of his suit jacket before he pulls up your text chain and types out his message.

You have been a very bad girl…

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[bullet-prooflove]

How about this for either Alden or Bobby:

“you’re more than just a one night stand”

You don’t talk about what happened at your brother’s engagement party.

The fact that Bobby had taken you to bed that night, made you see God.

It’s a one-night thing, you think when the two of you sit across from each other in the precinct. A little wine, a little music, a little dancing. You’d both got lost in the moment.

The thing is…

It’s the best sex you’ve had in your life.

You’ve never met someone so attuned to your needs, your wants, your desires. When you look at him, you can’t help but think of his firm, heated form pressing against yours, his mouth whispering those sweet, honied words in your ear.

It’s on the way out that he catches up with you. You have your gym bag slung over your shoulder as you head towards your car.

“We should talk about last night.” He murmurs as he falls into step with you.

“I think you made it pretty clear it was just a one-night thing when you disappeared this morning.” You remind him, hitting the button to unlock your car.

He deserves that. He’d slipped from the sheets in the early hours of the morning, no note no explanation. The nursing home upstate had called him, his mom was having a bad reaction to the medication he was on. He would have mentioned it this morning, but the bullpen was crowded, and he didn’t want anyone overhearing your business.

The NYPD isn’t kind to women who sleep with other officers, he’d get a slap on the back, and you’d get a reputation. It had been excruciating, waiting out the day but he would never do anything that would jeopardise your career. You mean too much to him.

“You’re more than a just one-night stand to me.” He tells you, his ducking his head so he can read the expression on your features.  “You must know that.”

There’s such an earnestness in him that you can’t help but feel yourself thaw.

“I haven’t been with anyone since Michael.” You find yourself telling him. “I’m not… I don’t know how things work.”

You’re talking about your ex-husband, the one who cheated on you, the one who’d tried to seduce you last night when you were there with Bobby. That’s what had started this whole thing, the thought of that man taking you to bed, making you his own again. It had unleashed something inside of Bobby, something primal and raw. When you’d kissed him at the bar, he’d lost all sense of control. He’d ended up going down on you at the venue, your dress hiked up over your hips, your fingers tugging at his curls as he fucked you with his tongue. He’d taken you home after that, undressing you with eager fingertips and an urgent mouth.

He wants that again, he wants to spend his nights exploring your body, learning all the ways in which he can make you say his name.

“How about we get dinner tonight?” He asks you, the edges of his mouth twitching up into a smile. “I’m sure the two of us can figure it out.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

Changing it up and going for Bobby Goren with this one:

“look what you do to me”

“Look what you do to me.” Bobby says, his voice a little rough as he grasps his cock in his hand. He sighs as his hand moves up and down his erection, his thumb smearing pre-cum over the tip.

You’re on your knees in front of him, fingers laced behind your back as those pretty eyes of yours flicker up to meet his. You’re wearing that lingerie he likes, a low-cut black number that showcases your breasts perfectly. His fingers thread through your hair, gripping it as he guides your head back so he can see the rest of beautiful face.

You’re wearing lipstick tonight, a deep crimson that highlights your skin tone. He rubs his cock over your lips, smearing the pigment across the tip. He loves seeing the evidence of your debauchery staining his skin. Your tongue flicks over the tip and he moans at the sensation, his hips arching as his dick disappears between your lips.

He takes it slow because he knows he’s a lot to accommodate but the sight of your mouth wrapped around his cock…

It’s a beautiful sight.

He pumps his dick into your mouth, his palm coming to rest on the nape of your neck as he holds you in place.

“That’s it.” He murmurs as he fills that sweet carvern. “You can take it.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

Another one for Bobby Goren:

“She's the one, she'll always be there”

Bobby struggles in the aftermath of Frances’s death. He doesn’t sleep, he barely eats, he can barely think straight. When he looks at the list of things, he has to deal with his heart just sinks, because it’s too big, too overwhelming. He has all of these feelings coursing through him and he has no idea how to handle them.

It’s you that steps in during his time of need. You go through the list, one thing at a time, liaising with the funeral home, arranging the cremation. When he gets home you make sure there’s snacks available, popcorn, fruit slices, chips because sometimes it’s easier to take bites of the elephant as opposed to consuming the whole thing.

At night you ask him to read out loud to you in bed because you love falling asleep to the sound of his voice. He finds the act relaxing and before he knows it, he’s drifting off to sleep.

On the day of the funeral, he feels numb and hollowed out. He finds it hard to function, his fingers fumbling over the tie as he attempts to adorn it. You take pity on him, the scent of your perfume flooding his senses as you lean in close. You smell like sunshine and honey and for the first time since his mother’s death he starts to feel something again.

“Thank you.” He says, his lips brushing over yours. “Thank you for looking after me.”

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Better: Bobby Goren x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Scarf Sharing!

Tagging:  @crazy4chickennuggets  @kmc1989  @withakindheartx @id1ehands @darqchilddaydreamz @words-and-seeds @malindacath @malevolent-muse @trublu2u

You’re in the midst of a New York winter. It’s below freezing outside and the heater in the car is stuck on low, which is absolutely perfect because you’ve trapped in this ice box for over three hours now, and you have another five hours left on the stake out.

Beside you Bobby holds the camera up to his face, snapping off another couple of pictures before he sets it back down on the dashboard. He glances at you, bundled up on in your winter coat, arms folded over your chest and he takes pity on you.

He pulls the scarf from around his neck before looping it around yours. The scent of his aftershave clings to the fabric and you breathe it in.

“You know I run hot.” He says by way of explanation, and you give him that look.

“Noone can run hot in this temperature.” You tell him. “It’s impossible.”

“Honestly I do.” He reaches forward and clasps your hand in both of his.

The warmth radiates from his skin, heating your chilled skin. His thumb chases over the hollow of your wrist.

“Come here.” He says before he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

You tuck yourself under his arm, burrowing against him as he draws you closer. You can feel his body heat emanating through the confines of his coat and you savour it.

“Better?” He asks you, his lips brushing over your hairline.

“Yea.” You whisper, your head coming to rest upon his chest. “Much better.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

Okay! It's time to crawl all up in this Criminal Intent. *looks around* I would like to request, the beautiful Bobby Goren.

"Don't tell me that's the best you can do! C'mon! Where's your passion?"

*sigh* I love him. I love him. I love him. IDC!!!

Thank you! 💜😊💜

"Don't tell me that's the best you can do!” Bobby goads you, black boxing pads covering his hands as he holds them up once more. You strike with a jab as directed, following the same drill you’ve been working on for the past two minutes. It’s the end of your third bout and the sweat is dripping off you, your calves are cramping and your breathing is ragged.

 “C'mon!” He shouts. “Where's your passion?"

You don’t know why the jibe hits you so hard. It feels like he’s slid a knife between your ribs, and you react the same way you always react when you’re hurt, you fight.

The problem with becoming emotional, it makes you lose focus. You forget where you’re up to in the drill and lash out with your right fist, catching him straight in the nose. He’s a big guy but he still reels at the force behind it. Blood erupts from his nose, spattering across the grey vest top he’s wearing and you feel your heart sink.

“Bobby, I’m sorry…” You say as you strip off the gloves and toss them to one side.

He holds up his palm to halt your approach. He presses his fingertips to his nostrils before he looks down at the blood on them.

“No.” He tells you as he snatches up his towel and presses it to his nose. “I deserved it. I knew it was a trigger, but I pushed it anyway.”

That’s the other side of this training, emotional resilience. The people you go up against in Major Crimes are smart, they’re manipulative and they know just how to push your buttons. Bobby’s trying to help temper that, to help you create a buffer so you don’t end up losing your shit when confronted with someone who can read you as well as he does.

“I don’t know why…”

He gives you a look because he does.

“Father…” He states, tipping his head back and dabbing at his nose.

Yea, ok, he’s not wrong.

“Noticed it earlier today,” He tells you, looking into the towel to survey the bleeding. “Thought I’d see how deep it goes.”

“Pretty damn deep.” You say as you begin to unwrap your hands.

“Yea.” He says, tilting his head towards you. “It’s why I deserve the bloody nose.”

You open your mouth to speak but he shakes his head.

“You don’t need to explain.”

You shrug your shoulders.

“What if I want to.”

He studies you for a second. You can see the cogs turning in his brain. Talking about something like that, getting deep, it’s almost as intimate as love making in some ways. Once you cross that line it’s hard to come back. Your disclosure of personal information will require one from him to maintain the balance of power within the relationship. He’s not sure if he’s ready to be that open.

“That’s enough for tonight.” He tells you, throwing the bloody towel at his gym bag before he bends over to pick up the boxing pads.

Too much, too soon you think.

Bobby Goren may be able to read you like a book, the thing is he hasn’t realised how well you can read him.

[bullet-prooflove]

WorkofArt Series! - Part Two: Starry Night

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WorkofArt! Series:

Part One: Storm In A Teacup - Bobby decodes the letters you left him.

Once a month Bobby receives a postcard of a semi-famous painting to his pigeonhole at the precinct. The only thing that is written upon it is the address of where he works, nothing else, and it makes him smile every damn time.

“I feel like I’m the best friend in a 1940s romcom.” Eames remarks as she shuffles the paperwork on her desk back into the manilla folder, before frowning at the image in Bobby's hand. “Huh, it’s different from the other ones.”

Bobby hands it over to her and she studies the painting on the front of the postcard. It’s garish and uncomfortable, a woman staring into the distance while she holds a kitten by the throat. It’s far from the usual images you send him which are usually complex interesting pieces with rich vivid hues. She turns over the postcard and notes the question mark on the back.

“She doesn’t understand why I like the painting.” Bobby explains as Eames hands it back to him. “She must have crossed paths with it when she was looking at one of the ones on her list.”

“I’m with her, it’s horrible.” She tells him, pulling a face. “Not the kind of thing I want hanging in my living room.”

“I don’t want it in my living room, I just like to think about it.” He tells her before he unlocks the top drawer of his desk and places it along with the others. There’s five of them. That’s how long it’s been since he last laid eyes on you.

He misses you. The sound of your voice, the way you laugh when something ensnares you. He adores the look in your eyes when you give him that smile, the one that tells him exactly what you’re thinking because Bobby can always tell what you’re thinking. He wishes that he was less restrained with his affection, that he had told you how he felt when he’d had you for the first time after your brother’s engagement party. He wishes he had told you every single other time after that too.

I love you, he had said when he had sat down next to you on that bench in Ithica.

It’s the first time he’s uttered those words and he hopes it won’t be the last.

You’re clever, much cleverer that Nicole Wallace has given you credit for, and he knows that that will be her downfall. Despite the fact you’re wounded, that you’re still recovering from the damage caused by the neurotoxin you’ve outsmarted her at every turn. You are the only two people in the world that know about the list.

It had started on the day you had taken him to see the Freud exhibition at the Met, the day he realised that he was in love with you. The two of you had been standing side by side in front of Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’ when he’d felt the shift.

It’s when you press your fingertips to your lips that he realises that you’re crying. He nudges you gently with his shoulder and you wipe at your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“Sorry, it’s just…”

He knows because the magnitude of the painting, he feels it too. The madness of the creative, the isolation of a genius. It was the first painting Van Gogh had painted after his break down and you can feel the threads of darkness searing through the brush strokes. There’s an ache in his chest because he knows that this is the real reason you invited him to the Met. You brought him here to see this painting, to show him that you understand his plight, that you know where it may lead.

“It’s not going to happen to me.” He assures you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, his thumb trailing over the nape of your neck. “Not when I’ve got you in my corner.”

You tilt your head up and that’s when it happens, that rush of emotion. That feeling, it starts deep in the very depths of his soul, and it surges through every single one of his nerve endings. He kisses you then, in front of a painting that reflects his future, the one he faces if he didn’t have you in his life.

In the aftermath the two of you sit in the café and you make a list of the paintings you each want to see. You plan to do it together. Your pen drifting down the paper and leaving tiny stars near the ones that reside within the state.

Now it seems that you’re taking the trip without him. Each postcard you’ve sent is a painting off that list, your way of telling him that you’re safe. It hurts in a way he can't explain, because Nicole is stealing away his time with you, running down the clock. He thinks that’s the real cruelty in what's she's doing. Even though she hasn’t killed you, she‘s still removed you from his life, stripped you of your own. She's found a way to prolong the pain for the both of you. Each time he receives a postcard is a reminder of another moment that's been snatched away, another time he doesn’t get to share the experience. He wonders how you felt looking at each and every one of those paintings, what you saw, what you thought and it wounds him.

His thumb smooths over the stack of postcards, flicking through them once more. He wants to know what happens when the list runs out, he wants to know what happens when you get tired of playing this game.

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[bullet-prooflove]

And so I came to see him and listen for awhile

It’s been a bad night, one of the worst you’ve seen, and you can’t seem to get the images out of your head. They play through your mind every time you close your eyes. It’s the reason you turned up at Bobby’s tonight, the truth is you can’t stand to be alone right now.

You can tell he’s been sleeping when he answers the door. His hair is a little unruly, he’s wearing a baby blue t-shirt over dark pyjama bottoms.

“Hey.” He greets you, using the back of his hand to wipe the sleep from your eyes. “You alright?”

You shake your head, and he sees it, the darkness in you.

“Come in.” He murmurs and you follow him inside.

There’s something so reassuring about his voice, the low rumble of it. You can feel the tension starting to seep out of your body as he guides you towards the bedroom. He helps you undress, it’s gentle and methodical. He helps you into one of his t-shirts before he pulls back the sheets. He tucks you in before he clambers alongside of you. He wraps his arms around you and draws you close, his fingertips trailing over the curve of your spine.

“I need you to talk to me.” You tell him, burying your face into his chest. “The sound of your voice…”

You don’t need to finish the sentence, he understands.

“Did you know that elephants develop they’re own tools?” He whispers into your hairline. “There’s records of them honing flyswatters out of tree branches.”

He feels your muscles beginning to unfurl as his palm comes to rest upon the nape of your neck, thumb caressing that delicate little space just underneath your earlobe, the one that he knows relaxes you.

“It’s alright.” He tells you. “I promise you, you’re going to be alright.”

[bullet-prooflove]

ADDING TO ASKLIST: BOBBY GOREN - LAW & ORDER: CRIMINAL INTENT

Because I love him your honour!

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Bobby Goren Masterlist

Growing - Bobby dislikes you.

Touch Starved: - Bobby doesn't realise how touch starved he is until he meets you.

Self Reflection: - Bobby may be a great behaviouralist but he's terrible at self reflection.

In Time - Bobby's pissed when you get yourself into a probmatic situation.

Triggers - Bobby pushes your buttons when you go toe to toe in the ring.

Moment - Bobby and you share a moment.

On the Wire - Bobby overhears something on the wire that could change the nature of your relationship.

Third Time Lucky - You invite Bobby to your brother's engagement party.

The Way You Deserve (NSFW) - Bobby treats you the way you deserve.

Figure It Out - The morning after isn't what you expect.

Better - Bobby warms you up on a cold night.

Discreet - Eames warns Bobby about being discreet.

Red - You tease Bobby in work.

A Little Rough (NSFW) - Bobby knows you like it a little rough.

Listen - You turn up at Bobby's after a tough case.

Grief - You take care of Bobby after the death of his mother.

What You Do To Me (NSFW) - Bobby enjoys your mouth.

WorkofArt! Series:

Part One: Storm In A Teacup - Bobby decodes the letters you left him.

Part Two: Starry Night - Bobby recieves a postcard.

Part Three: Jackson Pollock  - Bobby gets a phone call in the middle of the night.

Pain Management - You struggle with pain management in the wake of your encounter with Nicole.

Burn - Bobby confronts you with a suspicion.

Bobby's Playlist

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The Way You Deserve (NSFW) - Bobby Goren x Reader

Tagging: @words-and-seeds @darqchilddaydreamz @id1ehands @proceduralpassion @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond

It’s the night of your brother’s engagement party, the sound of the band is in Bobby’s ears as he leans in and kisses you in the alcove of the venue, secreted away from the rest of the guests. He smiles into the hollow of your throat as his fingertips delve underneath the hem of your dress and ghost up your thighs. It’s risky doing this here and somehow that heightens the experience, knowing that your ex-husband is in the next room, that he wants you just as much as Bobby does.

Your fingertips tug at the hair at the nape of his neck and he growls into your mouth, his fingers hooking the slender elastic of your panties before he draws them down to your high heels and helps you step out of them, tucking them into his pocket. His palms enclose on your thighs, hiking up the dress and bunching it over your hips. He presses his mouth to your core, his eyes are on you the entire time.

“Do you think you can keep quiet?” He asks you, his lips ghosting over your clit.

Your jaw clenches just a little, your head tipping back as you exhale. He smiles as he grips the fabric of your dress even tighter in his fist.

“Good girl.”

He devours you, lips caressing that sweet wetness before he plunges his tongue deep inside. You taste like honey, and he wants to savour every drop. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging at his curls as you bite your lip to stifle the noise. He loves that he can do this to you, that he can take you apart and leave you ruined, debauched.

“Bobby…” You whimper and he knows you’re close.  He can hear the tremble in your voice, the hitch of your breath. Your hand moves up to cover your mouth and instead he grasps it tightly, his fingers entwining with yours. Your fingertips dig into the groove of his knuckles, the noise that tears out of your throat ragged as you come underneathe his tongue. He kisses you through the aftermath, his palms soothing over your thighs before he draws away. He looks into your eyes; they shine so beautifully in the low light as he kisses you, the taste of you still on his lips.

“Let me take you home tonight.” He whispers as his thumb trails over the curvature of your jaw. “Let me love you, the way that you deserve to be loved.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

Me again! May I request...

"Did you forget you have a partner?"

for my favorite detective, Bobby Goren?

Please & thank you!

p.s. I am loving these💜💜

"Did you forget you have a partner?" Bobby snaps at you as you lean back against the wall of the bathroom in the nightclub, your hand cupping your bleeding nose. “You could have been called.”

“No, I just trusted you to get here in time.” You tell him, your gaze slipping to the perp whose been thrust face first into the wall by Eames. “Carver said we needed to catch him in the act.”

“He didn’t mean this.” He responds, gesturing at your attire. It’s a little black dress, one that fits in perfectly with the clientele of a place like this. It’s hiked halfway up your thighs and you’re already trying to shove it down to preserve your dignity.

Bobby tears off a ream of tissue paper from one of the cubicles before guiding your hands away from your face so he can survey the damage.

“Here.” He says, his tone softening as presses the wad of tissue to your nose. “I don’t think it’s broken.”

“That’s good news.” You murmur as his thumb brushes away the streak of mascara across your cheek.

“I was worried.” He states by way of apology.

“I know.” You return. “But you understand why I had to do this right? He wouldn’t have stopped.”

“I know why you think you had to do it.” He responds, using his fingertips to tilt your head higher so he can look into your eyes. “Please don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.” You whisper. “It was a little too close this time.”

Bobby thinks of the scene in front of him when he erupted into the bathroom, the rage that coursed through his body at the sight of another man touching you, the way he was touching you. If he had been a minute or two later…

“Yea.” He tells you. “It was a little too close.”