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haunting-venus · 7 months

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green with desire ↳ rafael barba x fem!reader

content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), canonical svu violence, jealousy, feelings of inadequacy/anxiety ( so, light angst ), dirty talk, fem!dom if you squint really hard, some begging

word count: 6241

Of all of the terrible ideas you’d had in your life, debating punching a police officer in a crowded bar was definitely top three on the list. Your rational mind knew that it would end with split knuckles and an assault charge, while the emotional side of your brain told you to throw rationale to the wind and throw your knuckles across that brown-haired bitch’s temple.

You tried to focus your gaze on anything but the woman inciting your rage, your nails biting into your thigh. Soft light flickered off of the vintage art prints hanging on the wall, reflecting the black-and-white images of famous figures in the history of New York. Pop music sounded against the walls, just loud enough that you could feel the bump in the music at the bottom of your chest. The venue was moderately sized but felt claustrophobic with the amount of casually dressed NYPD officers that teemed at all corners, sipping a variety of beers and leaning against the polished mahogany countertop of the bar.

Leaning against that mahogany bar was a tall, slender woman with tumbling brown hair and doe eyes squinted in delight at the man in front of her. A manicured, unpolished finger circled the rim of her mojito while her other hand rested closer and closer to the man’s rested elbow. Below her fitted purple top rested a gleaming gold badge, saddled on a shapely hip. Her teeth glinted just as brightly as her badge when she giggled, lightly swatting the man’s arm. None of this would necessarily be a problem, if the man the officer was inching towards was not your boyfriend.

Instead of letting your fist connect where it was itching to, your grip tightened on your margarita glass and took a heavy gulp of the sour drink. You were a guest at an unofficial NYPD get-together, surrounded by acquaintances celebrating the recent closing of a corruption case in tandem with an officer’s birthday. Somewhere in the crowd, Detective Sonny Carisi strolled with a beer in his hand and a ‘Happy Birthday Big Boy’ pin gleaming on his breast. Tensions had run so high within the precinct the last few weeks that the need to let loose was nearly oozing off of every civil servant in the bar. The last thing anyone here needed was a librarian they barely knew from Queens assaulting a police officer and disrupting a perfectly civil get-together.

You’d met Rafael Barba while waiting in a ridiculously long line for the new coffee shop that opened down the street from the library you worked at. Caught in your own world listening to a podcast, eyes downcast to adjust a seam on your cable-knit sweater, you had collided head on with the rushing attorney resulting in black coffee tipping onto each of you. The pale blue shirt under his pin-checked brown vest and jacket had suffered the most, thoroughly drenched in hot coffee with a mottled brown stain right across his chest. You’d made a horrified, choked noise and tried to apologize as you rushed across the room in search of napkins, mumbling apologies as you dabbed at his wet suit in vain.

His annoyed gaze had softened slightly as he watched you flit around the shop with pink cheeks and wild eyes, completely ignoring the mess on your own shirt in favor of making amends to a complete stranger. He had eventually chuckled, pushing your hand away from his chest and declaring the suit a lost cause. You’d finally been able to get a good luck at him as you lowered your hands, trying to reassemble some sense of pride as the patrons of the shop gazed after your neurotic display. He was hispanic, not too tall but with broad shoulders outlined pristinely by his tailored jacket, brown hair coiffed and barely out of place even with all of your fretting. His green eyes shone with a hint of amusement even behind his mostly serious expression.

You had insisted on paying for the dry-cleaning of his suit, to which he brushed off the offer with a chuckle, promising that no grudges would be held in exchange for a new cup of coffee. He had been intrigued with your kindhearted (if strange) behavior and the way your cheeks flushed cutely when he smiled at you, prompting him to ask if you’d have time to meet for a real sit-down coffee the following week. You’d been delighted and tense at once, not one to go out on a limb with strangers, especially such handsome and well-spoken ones.

When you had met Rafael for coffee the following Thursday, the two of you had thankfully been able to avoid spilling your drinks on one another, to which Rafael had given a quick joke about in order to break the ice. You’d found yourself easily falling into conversation with Rafael, who you had learned was a prosecutor that worked nearby for the District Attorney’s office. Your nerves were quickly comforted by his easy ability to joke and his unhidden interest in getting to know you, his soft green eyes never leaving your smiling face. It didn’t take long to discover that you shared a love for historical fiction literature and high-end coffee, and you had ended the lunch with entwined fingers as he walked you to the large double doors of the library you worked at.

A few lunches quickly turned into dinners on the rare nights when Rafael was able to escape his office, where he showered you with compliments and wine expensive enough that it made you nervous to drink it. You’d quickly become accustomed to the strong feel of his hands gripping your waist as he kissed you in the entrance of his oak-furnished apartment entryway, heat rushing through your veins at the heated whispers he hissed into your neck. You treasured the quiet mornings in his kitchen almost more than the extravagant dinners. Scrambled eggs and espresso in his brightly-lit kitchen overlooking the city, his hair soft and unstyled as he swayed with you on the tile floor, that peek into this more relaxed version of your usually nothing-less-than-proper partner felt more precious than gold.

You’d never been the type of person that flaunted their relationship, especially since Rafael was such a prominent figure in the New York legal system. There was a prickling fear in the early days of your relationship that you were too plain to publicly be seen with a man associated with such prestige and power, that you would look like nothing more than a sweater-clad bookworm feigning at being worthy of a man much above her standing. When Rafael had discovered this, he’d been quick to quiet your concerns with his fingers in your hair and his head between your legs until you could think of nothing else.

After his many reassurances that he would love to show you off at any time possible, including to his coworkers, you’d become more self-confident. You’d begun to surprise Rafael at work with bagel sandwiches from an artisan bakery in between your workplaces, toting coffee and paper bags through the looming hallways of Hogan Place and barely paying attention to those who spared you a second glance for planting a kiss on the primly dressed ADA. Soon afterward, you had joined the squad of the Special Victims Unit and Rafael for the celebration of the conviction of a serial rapist. You were proud of the progress you had made with Rafael’s coworkers, forming timid friendships with the detectives that he worked so closely with on a daily basis. You were glad that you’d gained enough confidence to hold your own without using Rafael as a fallback in social situations with his coworkers, but it all felt bittersweet now that he’d been approached by another woman as soon as you had gone to chat with Detective Rollins with celebratory tequila shots.

You had gathered vaguely from Amanda that the brunette ogling your boyfriend at the bar was a recent witness in a major police corruption case that Rafael had been handling, Detective Sandra Allen from the Narcotics division. She was a hero and a villain at the same time in the eyes of her fellow cops; a snitch who ratted on her fellow officers who were spending their county-paid salary hours manipulating prostitutes into sexual favors in exchange for staying out of prison. The case made you sick, and the fact that you could feel nothing but disdain for this woman who bravely stood up and testified on behalf of those sex workers made shame burn deep in your stomach.

You didn’t need to be a police officer to notice Amanda’s sly looks between you and the scene going on at the bar, or that she was trying to hold back her laughter from the growing redness in your face that you tried to blame on the alcohol. You had hardly been listening to Fin’s rambling story about how his grandson had been inexplicably angry at the balloons he’s seen in the park because they would not stop floating, no matter how much he asked. On any other day, you would have loved to look at Fin half-drunkenly showing off his adorable lump of a grandson with a grinning smile. Right now, though, you could only hear the deep cadence of Rafael’s laugh as he finished off his scotch, and only see Detective Allen’s beautiful and flirtatious smile directed toward the man you had spent the last several months building a life with.

You were worried that the glass in your hand would shatter under your grip as you set it forcefully on the table. You knew there was no reason for you to be acting this way, feeling so scorned and bubbling with jealousy over the easy way that Allen fawned over your partner. You knew more than anyone the easy charm that Rafael brought to conversations, even when he was being a sarcastic bastard. You knew you weren’t the only woman who admired his passion and his good-looks, but having it shoved in your face like this felt much worse than just knowing it in the back of your mind.

Amanda’s mischievous expression quickly morphed to shielded concern when she noticed just how much you were bothered by the scene in front of you. Her demeanor took on the protective edge that came so easily to all the detectives you had met at the SVU, poised to talk someone down or to throw an elbow into someone’s teeth. “Hey, you want me to go do some crowd control over at the bar? I’m sure the Counselor is just waiting for the best opportunity to get out of there.”

You knew that you should just go over there and put a stop to it. You wanted so badly to have the conviction to strut over to Rafael, straddle his lap and make him moan in front of that woman, to show her just how he crumbled under your touch, how you were the one to bring him to his knees, to receive his hardships and his worship, not her. That display of power, of claim over a man that so many people wanted, would no doubt make her back off. But that wasn’t who you were. You were not the sultry-smiled woman who captured the eyes of every room she walked into, the one who could bite at a woman to back off of what was hers. So, instead, you threw back the rest of your drink, taking a moment to relish in the burn of tequila and the acidity of the lime that buzzed through your veins, and sent a tight-lipped smile to Amanda and Fin.

“I think I’m actually gonna turn in for the night. Too much tequila makes me stupid, you know.” You gave an unconvincing chuckle as you set some bills on the table to cover your drinks and a tip. Amanda opened her mouth to protest, hoping to keep you from leaving, but you were already pulling your peacoat onto your shoulders.

You had only gotten halfway down the street, heaving heavy breaths to lighten your heart rate and the burn behind your eyes, when Rafael called out your name from the direction of the bar. The street was relatively quiet for a Wednesday night, with only a few stragglers walking between the handful of establishments on the block. You steadied your expression before turning on your heel towards him with a shaky smile.

He stepped toward you with a soft look so often reserved only for you, his brows furrowed in slight worry. His black trenchcoat fell beautifully against his broad chest, green eyes accented by the specks of emerald in his patterned tie. Even after months, you still felt yourself melt a little at the kindness behind his eyes. “You ran out so quickly with no goodbye, is everything alright?”

“I’m just tired, and you seemed like you were having a good time talking to Detective Allan. Didn’t want to take you away from the fun.”

His eyebrows rose in question at the unexpected bite in your tone. You had tried to hide your rising feelings with the shit poor excuse, but Rafael hadn’t become a successful ADA by not being able to read people. It was one of the things you loved and hated about him, how he could peel back the layers of what you were feeling to gaze at the very core of you. It made you feel cared for and probed at the same time.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I was only being cordial with a witness who put a lot on the line to testify in our case.” He stepped into your space, running a thumb across your cold and flushed cheeks. His voice was steady, his eyes honest but confused. You scoffed lightly, still feeling your anger simmering but being calmed by his steadying touch. His hand dropped from your cheek at your exclamation, steadying a solid look at you. “Look, you know I am not exactly the DA’s office favorite person, much less the police department. She was worried about how her colleagues were going to see her, she wanted advice on how to deal with interoffice conflict.”

“Oh, don’t pull that. The only thing she was worried about was how quickly she could get your hands up her skirt.” The words burned your throat, emerging into the air before you could stop yourself. You knew Rafael wasn’t a stupid man, and you didn’t want him to treat you like you were either.

“Excuse me?” Rafael’s eyes hardened, a muscle in his jaw twitching as you took a step back from him. Your outburst had gained the attention of a passerby who gave the two of you a quick once over, and it only stoked your anger and shame. Rafael guided you with the motion of his hand towards the side of the sidewalk. “Look, I didn’t mean to abandon you, I’m sorry. I was only being polite to a woman who is going through what might be the worst time of her life. She needed someone to reassure her, to ask about her options-”

“So she had to wait until your girlfriend left to ask you about all of that? I’m not naive, you know. I see how women look at you, the looks they have when they realize you’re with me, like you’re settling for something that’s so beneath you. That they could give you something hotter, younger-”

“Stop! Just stop!” He ran a hand across his face, his expression softening as he saw the hurt on your face, the insecurity he thought the two of you had quelled long ago. “We’ve talked about this, I thought we had dealt with this. You are the only one I want to be with. The only one that I want to see in my bed in the mornings or bringing me coffee for lunch or watching tv in my old t-shirts. It’s only you.”

Shame and anxiety still burned deep in your blood as you felt burning behind your eyes. The anger had fizzled like a campfire under rain, replaced with humiliation settling deep into your stomach. A few tears wet the side of your face, and you avoided what you hoped wasn’t pity on Rafael’s face. “I’m sorry, I know that. I just- I just lost my temper and-”

“Look, I only want you. I want you to know that I only want you.” He brushed away the wetness from your cheekbone with a reassuring smile. He pressed a fleeting kiss to the side of your head as he pulled you into his chest, stroking a heavy hand between your shoulder blades. His woody cologne mingled with the salt of your tears, wrapping around you in comfort.“Let’s take a cab, forget about this bar. If you’re still doubting the way I feel about you, I clearly didn’t get my point across last time.”

You pulled back with a surprised laugh, tightening your grip on the sides of Rafael’s neck. A new heat flushed to your face with the intrigue in Rafael’s eyes, your ego stoked that he still found you desirable in the messy state that you were in. You leaned up, capturing his lips in an impassioned kiss, letting the feel of his stubble and the grip of his fingers wash over you like a wave. A shiver ran through your limbs to your fingertips, goosebumps rising as you felt the edge of his teeth against your lips. A heated gasp went through you as your back hit the nearby wall, feeling the solid line of Rafael’s body slot between your legs and against your chest.

“Let me bring you home, show you exactly how much I want you. Please, hermosa, let me.” His voice was thick and had an edge of desperation that shot heat through your entire body, igniting every edge of your nerves with the brush of his lips to your neck.The lick of power that ran through you at having this man, so powerful and beautiful and respected, begging for the opportunity to bed you sent you reeling. With a nod, you pulled Rafael to the edge of the sidewalk to hail a cab, his hand gripping your waist.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You’d spent the majority of the cab ride from the bar stroking your thumb on the inside of Rafael’s knee, taking long moments to let your eyes linger on the clenching of his strong hands, the swell of his powerful chest beneath his vest, the slow darkening of his eyes with arousal as you raked your eyes over him. In the elevator ride up to your loft, his fingers trailed teasingly along the bottom of your sweater, sneaking underneath to rub at the skin of your hip with fleeting touches that ran heat up your spine and between your legs. You felt yourself wanting to push him back against the mirrored wall of the elevator, to go down to your knees and to hear your name echoing from his lips as you sucked him, but kept your face falsely neutral. This was part of the game, of him letting you know how much he wanted you, how he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. You felt your face flush with the intimacy of the touches, his eyes glinting at your suppressed smile.

By the time you’d reached the entrance of your studio apartment, the buzz of your earlier tequila drinks had worn off in favor of the thrill of Rafael’s touch skating up under your shirt, fingers trailing beneath your clothed breast. As quickly as your jacket slid to the floor, your back was pressed solidly against the entryway wall, your hair pushed to the side to let your boyfriend suck slow kisses into the column of your throat. The nick of his teeth against the cord of your throat let a soft sound rise from your chest, your head falling back to knock against the wall.

Stepping away to remove his trenchcoat, Rafael took a brief moment to admire your panting frame, your cheeks flushed high with want and warmth. His tone was breathy, but serious as he hung up his jacket and vest.“You’re sure that you’re in the mood? I can always bring out some wine, put on that Bermuda Triangle documentary you’ve been wanting to watch.”

His words were sweet, but you could still see the heat burning in his eyes, even as he stood carefully away from you as he awaited your answer. You smiled as you stepped forward, fingers stroking the bulge in his black trousers, a rush of confidence coming from the deep groan he let into the air. “As lovely as that sounds, I think I’ll save that for after I ride you until the neighbors complain about the noise.”

“Your noises or mine, cariño?” He taunted as he pulled your sweater over your head, his hands finding your breasts with a delicate squeeze as you pulled him by the tie towards your bed in the further corner of your studio. His thumbs rubbed against the ridge of your nipple through the thin bra, your bitten lip barely containing your groan. His lips found yours again quickly, swallowing up the breathy noises you made.

“Why don’t we see who makes them come knocking first?” You grinned as pulled firmly at the back of his hair, letting a groan rumble against the seam of your lips. A swell of pride rose in your chest as you pushed Rafael back against the mattress, making quick work of his buttons as you let your ass fall firmly onto the bulge in his pants. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, his fingers indenting your pants with their firm hold. He brought his left hand between your thighs, letting his thumb rub idly against you through your pants as your movements on his buttons stuttered.

You steadied yourself against Rafael with a hand on his shoulder, rushing to remove your bra with the other hand to feel your skin against him. Your fingers stuttered over the clasp repeatedly, your head falling back at the pleasure that pooled between your legs. An easy smirk graced his handsome features at the stuttered breath you let in at the work of his fingers, sitting up at the waist to pull your breasts against his chest and rub between your legs more firmly. “Getting distracted over there, hermosa?”

The pet name brought a groan from your throat, wetness pooling in your cunt from his deep voice laced with arousal. Rafael’s pressed white button-up hung loosely off his shoulders, and you pushed the rest off with a renewed need to get your hands on his bare chest. His tan skin stretched over a strong chest and corded shoulders that held you firmly, dark chest hair brushed across your skin. You ran your hands down his pecs to run your nails across his stomach near the buckle of his belt, relishing in the shiver that ran through him.

Your tongue licked into his mouth with a moan, bringing one hand to the back of his head to thread your fingers through his salt and peppered hair while your hips moved against his covered cock. The hand over your pants faltered as he pulled away from your kiss, letting you get a look at his wide-blown pupils before he took his teeth to your neck with a moan.“Who’s distracted now, huh?”

You rolled to the side to shimmy out of your cotton pants, taking care to stretch your back to give Rafael a view of the curve of your ass as you turned. He pulled himself to the head of the bed, one hand stroking firmly against his hard cock over his trousers while he held the other near his kiss-swollen mouth. You felt a pang of wetness between your thighs at his lidded gaze, his eyes following each curve of your body like it was a melody he yearned to play. You leaned forward toward Rafael, your hair tumbling over the swell of your breasts as you climbed on top of him. His hands quickly moved back to slide along your body, one pinching your nipple while the other slid underneath the purple lace between your legs, dipping his fingers into the wetness there.

Rafael groaned as you ground your cunt against his hand, letting you seek your pleasure from his steady hand. The hand at your breast lowered to unbutton his trousers, his cock peeking from the edges of his dark briefs. “God, cariño, you're always so wet for me. You like my fingers on you?”

You stuttered out a breath as Rafael’s fingers dipped inside you, the palm of his hand rubbing gently against your clit as he stroked inside of you. The rolling pleasure from both areas of contact had sweat building on your chest, a moan coming high in your throat when you tried to answer. “F-fuck, yes, Raf, just like that. God…so good.”

Your breathy words spurred him on, adding another finger to your pussy. You gathered some composure, gripping your nails into Rafael’s shoulder with pleasure while your other hand went to stroke his thick cock. His rewarding moan was well worth the effort it took to keep a clear head as his fingers massaged inside you, bringing you rapidly to a crest of rising pleasure. Your legs shook even as you brought your hand up in a stroke, tightening your grip around the head in the way you knew made his eyes roll back. Precum dripped from the tip of his cock, slicking the way for your fingers to work faster, to make him feel as good as he was making you feel.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’ll be gone before I even get to fuck you.”

He groaned out your name as he flipped you onto your back, moving your hand from his cock as he moved his thumb to rub firm circles against your clit.You threw your head back in pleasure from his show of strength, his forearms and biceps flexing enticingly each time he drove his fingers into you. The fingers of Rafael’s other hand gripped your ass, bringing your hips up to his hand as he kissed his way down your neck and breasts. He murmured praises of ‘beautiful’ and ‘mine’ that made your blood soar, pleasure cresting low in your stomach as your breath quickened. Your moans pitched, your nails digging into Rafael’s shoulder letting him know you were close. He breathed out a few words of Spanish, letting his teeth sink hard into the junction of your neck as you reached your high. His name slipped loudly from your lips before you bit down on your lip, shaking in his arms as he continued to stroke you through your orgasm.

Your gaze was blurry with pleasurable tears when you faced Rafael, bringing his lips to yours in a messy kiss before sneaking off to the washroom for a glass of water. When you re-emerged from the bathroom with a half-drunk glass of water, Rafael was on his back with a hand wrapped lazily around himself, his cock jumping when he caught sight of your flushed face and the growing bruise on your neck. You crawled atop your boyfriend, letting the wetness of your release drag teasingly over the length of his cock. Rafael’s hair was tousled, strands hanging enticingly in front of his eyes as he gazed hungrily at your body. He looked delectable, sweat edging along the edges of his brow and his cock glistening when it peaked above his fingers. He looked at you like a parched man drinking in the sight of an oasis, like you were anything and everything he needed at that moment. You wanted to see just how far he would go to have you.

Testing your luck, you edged your fingers along the edges of Rafael’s arms, guiding them above his head. His eyes were curious as he followed your lead, raising his muscled arms above his head for you to wrap a hand around his wrists. The muscles in his shoulders flexed as he readjusted himself as he raised a teasing eyebrow at you “Want to have me at your mercy, hermosa?”

What had started as a fleeting idea now struck a new wave of arousal over you as you gazed down at the powerful man underneath you, his eyes soft and filled with hot desire. God, he was everything you’d ever wanted presented beautifully between your legs, gazing at you like he wanted to devour you. An idea picked at the corner of your mind, sending a coy smile across your face as you draped your body over Rafael’s chest.

“Tell me.” Rafael looked at you with confusion now, readjusting his hands above his head. His tongue came out to wet his lips. He was usually the one making demands in bed, bending you to his will for both your pleasure. You felt it might be time to turn the tables. “Keep your hands there, and tell me you want to fuck me, only me.”

Your words were shakier than you’d wanted them to be, revealing your anxieties about taking control in this way for the first time. However, Rafael quickly relaxed under your touch, a new degree of interest entering his gaze at this undiscovered side of you. He looked you in the eyes as he groaned what you had asked. “God, I want to fuck you, more than anything.”

“I think you can do better than that.” You teased, licking a long stripe along the side of his neck up to his ear. The words felt foreign in your mouth, but you were encouraged by the twitch of his cock against you as he gasped lightly. He looked up at you with a playful glimmer in his eye, a little smirk playing on his lips.

“Are you asking me to beg?”

The words sent a blazing heat to your cunt, swallowing heavily at his words. Rafael’s eyes lit up in a similar way as when he was cross-examining someone in court, when they gave him the inch of leverage that he could stretch a mile. The proud look he got when he had someone exactly where he wanted them.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you cariño. Me, begging for your pussy like it’s the only thing I’ve ever needed in my life.” it was a statement more than a question, and fuck, the confidence he exuded even when he was under you like this had your head spinning with heady arousal. His words rumbled in your chest, urging another movement of your hips against his cock.

“Only if you want your cock inside me at any point tonight.” The words sounded hollow in your throat, undermined by the breathiness of your voice, you pressed against him again to quell off any embarrassment you felt. He grinned like he knew exactly what his words were doing to you, but let himself play the role you’d assigned him for now. If part of you wanted to try something, all of him wanted to comply, to fulfill your every desire.

“God, you look so beautiful like this. Please, please let me inside you. Let me get you off how I know you like hermosa. Please.” Even though you had a feeling he intentionally raised the whininess in his voice, the breathy tones still sent pangs of pleasure to your cunt. You gasped as the words left his mouth, pressing a desperate kiss to Rafael’s lips as you lined up his cock.

Your eyes slipped shut as you eased onto Rafael’s cock, the ridges of the head stroking the sweetest places inside of you that caused stuttered moans to fall from your lips. You ran the flat of your palm up Rafael’s chest, cupping the side of his cheek as you drove his cock into you. Rafael cursed as you seated yourself on his lap, your head thrown back in ecstasy at being filled, at being fucked. His hands shook above his head with the desire to touch you. He keened as you shifted his full length inside you, circling your hips to adjust to him.

You looked down at him between your thighs, flushed high on his cheeks with nothing capturing his attention but your body moving above him on his cock. Each swivel of your hips pushed his cock firmly into that spot that made you see stars and pushed deep, moaning praises from his throat. You reveled in the fact that no one else could see him like this, could make him moan and beg under them like this.

“God, everyone wants you like this and it’s just me that can have you. Just me that makes you feel this good, right baby? They all wish they could have your cock stretching them like this.” You babbled as your thoughts were overwhelmed with pleasure. You knew you sounded half mad, but you were too far gone to notice, relishing in the pleasure deep in your cunt.

“Fuck!” Rafael, moaned your name, finally moving his hands from above his head to bruisingly grab your hips. He raised his knees behind your back to gain leverage to roll his hips into you deep and steady, moans stuttering from your throat with every thrust that sent his cock deep inside you.

“So sexy, keep making those pretty noises for me, please.” Rafael’s words were near ravenous and you were glad you weren’t the only one overwhelmed with pleasure, desperately voicing every dirty thought that came to your mind when you looked at the man in front of you. Rafae’s grip along the curve of your waist allowed him to get the leverage to pull you down hard onto his cock

“Aah, fuck, please, Rafael, I-I’m gonna—d-don’t stop.” You didn’t know if you meant him pulling you down hard onto his cock or the filthy words that sent heat reeling through your body.

“God,” one of Rafael’s hands slid up to grasp your breast tightly, your nipple brushing the calloused skin of his fingers and had fire licking up your spine. His eyes were wild as he drank in the sight of you crying out on his cock, your fingers reaching to circle your clit as he pulled you against him. His tone was pinched and loud, ragged with his heavy breathing.“I want you to come, on my cock, right now. Please, cariño, give it to me.”

“Raf, God, you’re making me-fuck, yes” You felt tears brim the edge of your eyes as your pleasure climbed to something primal, each rub of your clit, every brush of Rafael’s hands against you setting you aflame until you felt yourself collapsing around him with a cry of his name. He slowed, but never stopped, his movements as he rocked you against him through your orgasm, soothing the shivers of your body with his warm hands. You panted as he came down from your second high of the night, your legs shook with the effort to remain upright.

“God, you’re killing me. Please, let me come inside you, fill you, I need-” you cracked your eyes to capture Rafael’s expression, lips parted around a moan when you moved your hands to grip at his hair. Hardly trusting your words, you nodded in your agreement with a whispered plea to ‘do it, please, come for me’. Rafael’s body went taut for a heartbeat, driving himself hard into a last few times as he came. His eyes clenched shut, his hands gripping your hips as he mumbled out praise.

Catching your breath, you rolled off of the bed to grab a towel, taking a moment to wipe yourself off before jumping back onto the moderately clean sheets, taking a moment to admire your boyfriend in his post-sex haze. This could be one of your favorite versions of Rafael, limbless and content, pressing his lips to the crown of your head as you regained your breath together. You pressed a kiss to his chest as you wrapped your arm around him, whatever insecurities you had been feeling before was long extinguished by the solidness of Rafael underneath you, his ragged breathing and the ache between your legs as proof of your mutual want.

You lay in silence for a few moments, his fingers carding through your hair before he spoke. He pulled his head back to look you in the eyes, stroking a soft hand across the back of your head. “Will you promise me that, next time you are feeling the way you did at the bar, you’ll let me know instead of storming off. That way, we can talk it through and maybe have a repeat of this, instead of you feeling awful because your mind likes to tell you lies.”

You gave a chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth with your smiling lips. “Sounds like we’ve reached a deal, Counselor.”

He let out a rueful groan, pulling you tighter into his chest as you giggled. “Call me that again and I’ll be rescinding my offer.”

“Understood…Counselor.” you whispered, avoiding his playfully stern gaze by heading to the kitchen to get that wine he had promised you.

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tyrantisterror · 4 months

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Gonna have a normal one today, gang. Anyway, do you remember Detective Munch?

He debuted in Homicide: Life on the Streets, which was basically a heavily compromised first draft of The Wire that was hobbled by being on NBC instead of HBO, and thus had a much lower budget and much stricter executive control. It's still pretty good in a lot of the ways The Wire is good, but parts of it hold up pretty badly for being kinda corny and/or the kind of explicit copaganda that The Wire usually avoided being. Notably, the earlier seasons of Homicide show shades of the criticism of cops as an institution that would come to define The Wire, only to lose them completely in the later seasons as the executives retooled it to be more like its contemporaries, Law and Order and NYPD Blue.

(It's not a genre I normally dabble in, but I heartily recommend The Wire. Though like all shows it's not faultless, it does a far better job of critiquing institutions than any other show about crime I can recall seeing, trying to show how crime is a result of societal pressures and how police are woefully incompetent at truly solving it, instead only perpetuating the cycle we're told they're here to stop. Each season focuses on different institutions that contribute to crime, with the fourth season being one of the most honest and well-informed critiques of the American education system I've ever seen in media - painfully so, at times.)

Anyway, Munch! Munch is one of the main ensemble of Homicide, and begins the series as kind of a loser piece of shit, a cynical and downright incompetent detective who's constantly putting his foot in his mouth and annoying his colleagues. He is, of course, a joy to watch - he's got that George Costanza charm, that Larry David rizz, where you know he's a human trainwreck but you can't help but want to see him get into messes and try to talk his way out of them. He proved popular enough to get some nice character arcs as the series went along, and played fairly big roles in the show's crossover episodes with Law and Order.

And that might have sparked some recognition in your brain, because while Munch debuted on Homicide, when it ended, he was given a second chance at a cop show - Law and Order: SVU. That show's a little too sensational for my enjoyment, but it's arguably what pushed Munch to fame... and to more crossovers.

Through 22 seasons of television, Munch made cameo appearances in The X Files, The Beat, Arrested Development, Sesame Street, The Wire, and more. That means that through Munch, all of these events canonically happened in the grim and gritty universe of The Wire:

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(Side note: Leech Man and Grover both struck up friendships with Bubbles at rehab. Grover was Leech Man's sponsor.)

Unfortunately, the passing of Munch's actor means his prolific career has come to an end, though he has been namedropped in a few shows, so perhaps his legacy can live on still. So I ask you, friends: do you remember Detective Munch?

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The North Star - Part Twenty Three: Long Term - Terry Bruno x Reader (Final Part)

Welcome to mine and @the-hinky-panda The Bronx universe featuring our favs Terry Bruno & Mike Duarte.

This story takes place several years after ‘Blood Out’. Terry still lives in the Bronx and works in Manhatten SVU.

Following on from @the-hinky-panda story 'The Dog' Mike has retired from the NYPD on medical grounds due to seizures causes by the attack. He has a therapy dog called Bono and lives with @the-hinky-panda character Meredith.

Tagging: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @the-adzukibean @beardedbarba @wooshwastaken @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @storiesofsvu @anime-weeb-4-life @witches-unruly-heart @spaghettificationandpretzels @chavez-ashley @kiwiithecrazybird @proceduralpassion @crazy4chickennuggets @callsignartemis @kmc1989

The North Star Series - Part of The Bronx Universe

Part One: Moments (NSFW)

Part Two: Case of the Ex

Part Three: Her Worse Half

Part Four: Always

Part Five: Ask Me Again (NSFW)

Part Six: Degas

Part Seven: The Heist

Part Eight: A Part to Play

Part Nine: Home

Part Ten: Safe Space

Part Eleven: Weak

Part Twelve: Got Your Back

Part Thirteen: Familia

Part Fourteen: Gunplay

Part Fifteen: Friendly Fire

Part Sixteen: Alive (NSFW)

Part Seventeen: Karma

Part Eighteen: Lucky

Part Nineteen: Fucked Up

Part Twenty: Orchard Beach

Part Twenty One: Tuscany

Part Twenty Two: New York

Terry’s unpacking when he finds it, the picture of the two of you in a wooden frame. It’s the one from his desk in the precinct, it’s in the box along with the stress balls you’d gotten him and other bits and pieces that he’d left. He’d asked Fin to send it over after he’d handed in his papers. He sits down as he looks at it, his thumb trailing over your features.

It had been Meredith’s birthday; Duarte had thrown a party in the back yard, and you were wearing that navy blue wrap dress with the daisies on. The one that he had taken off you later that night. He remembers his fingers fumbling with the knot, how you’d tipped your head back and laughed because the two of you had been drinking diet coke all night in case you got a call out. He remembers the way the fabric had fluttered from your body, the way you stood before him wearing nothing but a smile on your face and that compass, your North Star glinting in the lamp light. He’d made love to you that night to the sound of rain pattering against the windows.

It's been over almost two months now, and he still feels the agony acutely. It’s a constant ache in his chest, a wound he carries around with him no matter where he goes. Sometimes he’ll be in the market, and he’ll pick something up, something small that he knows you’ll love, and he has to remind himself that you aren’t in his life anymore, that he can’t show you the trinket in his hand.

He’s thought about calling you, he’s spent nights staring at this phone, his thumb hovering over the button but he never goes through with it. You made your decision, and he made his. He doesn’t want to draw this shit out, he wants you to be happy wherever you are, whatever you’re doing.

He puts the picture down when he hears the knock on his door. He’s expecting more boxes, he’d asked Mike to organise shipping the rest of his stuff. The other man had grumbled but he was proficient, most of it had arrived meticulously wrapped and still in one piece. He had no intention of returning to New York, the thought of it leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He’s given notice on his lease and signed his papers electronically; he has no reason to return to US.

When he opens the door, he’s surprised because never in his wildest dreams does he expect to see you standing there. You look good considering you’ve just come off a nine-hour flight, you’re dressed in leggings and a light grey tunic top, sunglasses on up on the top of your head. He notes your wheelie suitcase propped up alongside of you. It’s not the small one you used last time, it’s bigger and for a second, he allows himself to hope.

“Vacation or long-term stay?” He finds himself asking.

“Long term stay.” You tell him, before gesturing at the villa. “You know if you’ve got the space.”

“Always.” He says with a smile as he opens the door to let you in. “I’ve always got room for you.”

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Under Over Ch 16

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings: language, regular cop/SVU talk. Italicized chunk is a flashback.

Bright and early the next morning Joe was up and packing, not that he could help it, he barely slept past sunrise anymore no matter how late the night. It didn’t take him long to get everything of his gathered, he felt a pain in his chest when he found your dress in his laundry, tossing into his bag to make sure NYPD didn’t find it instead. He managed to swing by his actual apartment for a quick shower before hopping on his bike to get to the precinct. Despite Liv giving him the extra hour, he would still get in right as they were starting around nine.

He gave a quick wave to the squad as he entered the bull pen, recognizing Phoebe Baker sitting on the edge of Fin’s desk, unsurprised since she was the head of South Vice and married to Fin. He dropped his bag at his desk and made his first move of the day into the breakroom to grab a much needed coffee. There was someone else in the room already, but she had her back to him and he figured she was another member of the Vice squad. She barely glanced up at him as he pulled down a mug, focussed on fixing her own coffee as he poured his out from the pot.

“What? I don’t even get a good morning, pretty boy?”

His coffee mug clattered to the counter as his head shot up towards your voice, his heart leapt into his throat at the sight of you in front of him, little grin on your cheeks. You were in dark jeans and a pale blue shirt, hair pulled back in a low bun and your face with minimal makeup. It was a far cry from what he usually saw you dressed in and no wonder he didn’t recognize you at first. Though the most noticeable and concerning part of your appearance was the split lip and bruised cheekbone. He stared at you for a minute, thinking this was some kind of illusion from lack of sleep until you chuckled and he knew you were real. Suddenly he reached out, hastily tugging you towards him and you let out a little squeak as he buried you in his arms, tucking your head under his chin and your arms wound around him.

“Oh my god…” he murmured into your hair, “you’re not dead…” He held you for a moment, relishing in the feeling of your body against his once again, doing his ultimate best to not kiss your head, knowing the squad could potentially see you.

“I most certainly am not dead.” You replied, pulling slightly out of the embrace. Joe dropped his arms from around you, one coming up to gently tilt your chin to the side so he could inspect your face, his lips forming a frown as he did so.

“What happened?”

You let out a little laugh, your eyes ducking from his briefly before returning, your cheeks heating but before you could actually answer, Phoebe did for you as she swept through the doorway.

“She’s fine, she just walked into a car door.”

“More like you opened a car door into my face.” You fired back and she laughed.

“You are somehow simultaneously the best and the clumsiest one that I have.”

“Wait…” Joe looked between the two of you, his brow furrowing. He’d originally assumed you’d been there to make a statement, a witness that Vice had managed to scoop up when he couldn’t. “Are… are you a CI?”

“Aaand I came in way too early. You haven’t told him yet.” Phoebe muttered and you shot her a glare.

“You sure you need that second coffee or are you just sticking around to eavesdrop?”

“It’s for Fin!” She shot back, rolling her eyes at the continued glare as she scooped up both mugs and quickly left the room.

“What’s she on about?” Joe asked and you let out a little sigh, pulling back the side of your jacket, nodding down towards your shield.

Back in the bull pen, Amanda did her best to discreetly slide into the room undetected since she was late, but that didn’t seem to be a problem since all attention was directed to the break room.

“What’s goin’ on there? Whoa, wait…he found y/n?”

“More like she was never missin’ in the first place.” Fin replied, taking a sip of coffee.

“So…” Amanda raised a brow.

“That’d be your UC finding out the girl he was so worried about was my UC.” Phoebe stated and Amanda let out a small laugh, shaking her head as she made her way to her desk.

“You’re a cop…” Joe stated, a wave of relief crashing over him, especially considering his less than professional behaviour over the course of the operation.

“Yeah. I was dropping hints I thought you’d be able to put it together.”

“Wait,” he glanced up at you suddenly, “why are you not freaking out right now? Or did Baker clue you in?” You let out a little laugh.

“I made you at your second party, don’t you remember pretty boy?” You prodded at his ribs and his mind wandered back to that day, the little tease you’d made that had him worried he’d fucked it up that early on, “besides, if I hadn’t, McGrath waited all of thirty seconds after the door was closed before he was ratting you out. He pulled you up on the database and I read most of your jacket.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. You need to watch your back around him, he’s dirty as fuck. If he’d leaked it to Kayra you’d be dead right now.” You let out a little sigh, your hand hesitantly moving to squeeze at his, “Joe…” his eyes darted up to yours, “I’m sorry, really. About how I just vanished, I didn’t want to, but part of my like…unofficial punishment was that I had to appear like I had disappeared and make no contact to anyone.”

“What happened?” He asked and you huffed, pausing for a sip of coffee before you began your story.

You’d barely made it back to your undercover apartment when there was a knock at your door and you jumped, turning away from the coffee maker and crossing through the space. When you pulled open the door, you certainly weren’t expected to see your sergeant standing on the other side.

“Phi? What’re you doing here?”

“Pulling you out.” She replied and you could feel the annoyance in her voice as she stepped into the apartment, shutting the door behind her.

“What? Why!? I’ve nearly got this case solved; you can’t pull me now.”

“Seriously?” She let out a little laugh, “where were you last night?”

“Here.” You blatantly lied, and she rolled here eyes.

“You do realize I know you’re lying right.” Her hand reached out, looping around your wrist and she pulled your forearm up to your eyeline, “you forgot to turn the GPS on your bracelet off when you left the party.” A sense of dread washed over you as your arm dropped to your side, “anyone and everyone who has that app knows exactly where you spent the night, and I highly doubt Kayra’s going to like the fact that you spent it at Jose’s apartment.”

“You’re seriously pulling me out over that? I slept on the couch.” You challenged her.

“You do realize I should be pulling you off this case, reporting you to IAB, right?”

“He’s a cop Phi!”

“You just trust your instinct on that one?”

“No, I saw his jacket, read through a couple files. Plus I’ve lived in that building as a UC before, NYPD owns the entire place. I wouldn’t have done anything off just a hunch.”

“You’re lucky I like you and you’re the best I have. We can hope this never gets out; cause I’ll do my best to protect you but you’re the one who got into this mess.”

“I told you, I slept on the couch. We’ll get our stories straight and cover our bases and pray the defense never finds out if either of us have to testify. We don’t even know if this’ll go to trial.”

“You break your cover?”

“No.” You shook your head, “dropped a few hints here and there but never outright said it.”

“He pick up on it?”

“I’m not sure.” You let out a sigh, pinching at the bridge of your nose as you leant against the arm of the couch, “you know I wouldn’t just do something reckless and stupid like this if it didn’t mean something…”

“Are you sure about that?” She asked softly, “or did you just know the UC versions of each other?”

“I never once lied to him.”

“He’s been working UC ops just about as long as you have, so you two’ll have a great time working through this.”

“You know him?”

“Heard of him.” She admitted, “but to get back on track, as of this morning we’re working the case joint with SVU. You have an hour to pack your stuff up and get back home, I expect you in the squad room no later than noon. We’ll figure out how to explain your absence to Kayra later, dump the bracelet, and…. absolutely no contact with anyone from your undercover life, understood?”

“Copy that.”

“Your sergeant knows?” He asked, nervously glancing through the window to where the rest of the squad was and you nodded.

“Yeah. But she mentored me in the academy, we’ve been really good friends for like, ten years and we know to look the other way at certain things. Though… that probably does mean your sergeant knows too…”

“Let’s hope he won’t say anything.” Joe muttered, while he was relieved at the fact that you were alive, standing in front of him safe, he was still conflicted over a number of things, and he was sure you were too. The world you were suddenly thrust into today was drastically different from the little bubble you’d been living in; he wasn’t sure what was going to cross over into the real world and if it would be the same or not. He turned back to his coffee, finally cleaning up the spill from when you’d first spoke, tossing the napkin into the trash and taking a sip.

“Hey…” your voice was softer this time, nearly timid look on your face when he glanced up at you, “I meant everything I said…and I would never take back anything that happened… I really did want to reach out but Phi didn’t want me to until last night at the earliest just in case…” you let out a small breath, “I..uh… I’ve been trying to get a hold of Carly… is she okay?”

Joe felt his heart drop into his stomach when he looked up at you, the hopeful look in your eyes telling him that you really had no idea what had gone down last night. He let out a heavy breath, placing his coffee down on the counter and reaching out for your hand, and action that made your breath catch in your throat for all the wrong reasons as panic surged through you.

“What?”

“She’s gone hermosa.”

“Gone, or ….” You couldn’t bring yourself to even say it out loud. Your one promise in the entire op was that you would get the girl out.

“Kayra killed her.” He admitted softly, his hand gently caressing your cheek to soften the blow, “shot her point blank in front of everyone. I’m so sorry…”

“Fuck!” It came out far louder than you’d intended, emotion surging through you as your eyes blurred with tears. Joe gently tugged you into his arms, this time letting himself kiss the top of your head, he knew just how important Carly and her safety had been to you, and how you’d likely blame yourself for not being around. He made a mental note to try and keep the fact that she was defending you when she was gunned down to himself, at least for now, you didn’t need to know. He wilted at the sound of you quietly crying into his chest, your body shaking slightly as you tried to control it.

“What’s that about?” Olivia asked, raising a brow towards Baker who shrugged.

“Not sure.”

“The girl that was killed last night.” Fin cut in, “y/n was basically mentoring her, Velasco said she reminded y/n of her sister.”

“She doesn’t have a sister.” Phoebe replied with a confused look towards him.

“He said she did.” He shrugged in return, “fed him some story about them starting dancing together in D.C. before they were picked up by a ring, started doing parties. Cops busted one, the john that had her sister had a knife, used the girl as a shield when a rookie open fired.”

“Fuck…” She buried her face in her hand, “that was her first partner. They knew each other even before the academy, were attached at the hip, the feds poached both of them… only y/n came back.”

“Damn.” Fin swore and Phoebe nodded.

There was a light knock on the door and you tore aware from Joe. Despite knowing that everyone could see you and that Phoebe and Fin already knew about your escapades, you were in a professional environment and should probably act as such.

“I uh… hate to interrupt.” Oliva said, “but if the reunion is over, we’ve got a case to work.”

“Yeah.” You swiped at your eyes, “sorry Cap.”

“We’re good.” Joe added on, picking up his coffee and grabbing yours when he noticed you failed to before the two of you made your way into the bull pen to update your squads on the intel you had. Joe dropped into the chair at his desk and you instinctively hopped up to sit on the top of the desk.

“So, Velasco says that without you, we don’t really have much of a case.” Oliva started with a slight grin and you chuckled.

“That would kinda be true. And we’ve got potentially two different cases to solve, and one of them’s gonna be a lot easier than the others.” You replied, “everything with the Elite is collected on the app, and the books I was keeping, along with the security footage from the penthouse we can pin down a number of charges.”

“What all do we have on Kayra?” Fin asked.

“Solicitation, sex trafficking, drug possession, illegal distribution of alcohol?” Joe replied, raising a brow to you at the last statement and you shook your head.

“We’ve got a private licence for the penthouse.”

“And you can add on two murders.”

“Three.” You countered, glancing up at Phoebe, “you said you found that john’s body right?”

“Completely pummelled and missing half his skull, but yeah.” She replied and Fin winced.

“Have a dive team start sweeping the river to see if they can find Quinn,” you instructed, “Kayra’s usual dump spot’s the Skyport Marina.” You let out a breath, glancing to Joe, “do you know where Carly’s body is?”

“Took her to the morgue myself.” He replied, his voice soft and you nodded.

“Thank you.” You resisted the urge to reach on and squeeze his hand, “ballistics?”

“Saved it, it’s at the lab.”

“Look at pretty boy go.” You teased with a grin, “oh! We can also add on improper disposal of a body.”

“You think sapphire’s in the river too?” Joe asked and you shook you head.

“She was mangled, he wouldn’t have been able to get her that far without being seen.”

“Fin you find anything with those Jane Does?” He asked.

“No. But Melinda sent over a fresh stack this morning.”

“I honestly think the only real thing we need is the security footage from the penthouse for an arrest warrant.” You suggested.

“But it would be better to catch him in the act.” Joe countered.

“There’s another party Friday?”

The two of you looked up from your little brainstorming session to the rest of the room, brow furrowing at the sight of Olivia and Phoebe staring back at you with matching smirks.

“What?” Joe asked and Liv laughed.

“Looks like you two already work pretty well together.”

“Well we have been working together for a few months already.” You challenged with a laugh.

“You guys are both okay with going back under?” She asked and you both nodded.

“I’ve still got full access to the penthouse; I’ll just bring a go bag with me of anything else I might need.”

“Where’s your bracelet?” Phi asked.

“I dumped in at Tompkins, I’ll just have to swing by to grab it.”

“Actually..” Joe interrupted, sliding open a drawer in his desk and pulling out an evidence bag with the jewelry, “did that for ya.”

“Jesus…” you took the bag from him, inspecting it briefly, “no wonder you thought I was dead.” That pulled a chuckle from both him and the room.

“How do you explain your absence to Kayra?” Baker challenged and you shrugged.

“Arrest me. Minor drug charge or something that’ll be low enough bail.”

“You sure?” She raised a brow and you grinned.

“Yeah. Calhoun doesn’t have any open cases right now; she loves this shit.”

“No she doesn’t.”

“You’re right but I do love annoying her.”

“Alright.” Phoebe shook her head at you, “call your lawyer then.”

“Uh… one more thing.” You paused, “that may be a little controversial to say in this particular squad room.”

“Go on…” Fin prompted.

“I wanna take down McGrath.”

“You know, that’s not as controversial as you might think in this room…” Oliva replied with a small grin, “what’ve you got on him?”

“Physical and sexual assault, paying for sex, and we’ve probably got him on camera doing drugs.”

“So when Velasco saw him at that party he was there as an actual guest?” Amanda asked and you both nodded.

“He’s a fucking pig. He’d always try and low ball the girl’s prices, they’d agree to a level one and he’d end up forcing into a level four. He usually went for sapphire cause he knew she’d be too high to bother fighting him. I made a very firm point to never be alone with him unless David was also there and he knew not to leave the room.”

“We’ve got more than enough to look into him for sure.” Olivia nodded.

“And…one final request?” You started and she nodded once more, “I would really like to be the one to make that collar. He has no idea I’m a cop, just thinks I’m some low life whore and the reveal is just… so satisfying, every time.”

“She likes the dramatics.” Phoebe stated dryly, “in case you can’t already tell.”

“I can.” Olivia laughed, “and yes, you can make that collar.”

“Excellent. Thank you.”

“Okay, now get up.” Baker nudged at your shoulder, “you’re under arrest.”

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typingtess · 1 year

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Tiptoeing through the “A Long Time Coming” guest cast

Gary Cole as NCIS Special Agent Alden Parker Wilmer Valderrama as NCIS Special Agent Nicholas "Nick" Torres Vanessa Lachey as NCIS Special Agent Jane Tennant Yasmine Al-Bustami as NCIS Agent Lucy Tara

Everyone here has a role on the sister shows. Teams photo and selfie. Teams with a body.

Kavi Ramachandran Ladnier as NCIS Reserve Agent Shyla Dahr Back from “Flesh and Blood” in early November.

Lesley Boone as Nina Barnes Knew she was a keeper! Boone is back from “Come Together”, the season 13 finale. Hanging with Wilmer Valderrama and ECO. Maya Stojan as Morgan Miller Played Tory Ellis, the NYPD Video Tech, in 27 episodes of Castle, Kara Lynn Palmas/Agent 33 on Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD and was Meredith Ragen in the “Decompressed” season 13 episode of NCIS. Wouldn’t the NCIS Navy Yard staffers recognize Morgan Miller as Meredith Ragen? #ThingsToPonderAtNight.

Had guest roles in episodes of Entourage, Criminal Minds, How to Live with Your Parents (for the Rest of Your Life), Grey’s Anatomy, The Resident and Magnum P.I. (2022). Trailer and Hawai’i photo.

Jose Pablo Cantillo as Pierce Was Duff Gonzalez in Standoff, Hector Salazar in Sons of Anarchy, Caesar Martinez in The Walking Dead, Dave in Taken and Carlos Jimenez in Mayor of Kingstown.

Appeared in episodes of Law & Order: Criminal Intent, Law & Order: SVU, ER, CSI: Miami, Medical Investigation, Crossing Jordan, Nip/Tuck, Bones, Eyes, Monk, CSI (2008), The Closer, Lie to Me, Hawthorne, Dark Blue, Lone Star, Terriers, The Good Guys, Law & Order: LA, The River, The Finder, The Mentalist, Rush, Constantine, Damien, Shooter, The Last Ship, The Rookie, SWAT and Magnum P.I. (2022).

Guest starred as DEA Agent Mark Sisco in last season’s “Thick as Thieves” NCIS episode. Wouldn’t the NCIS Navy Yard staffers recognize Pierce as someone else? #ThingsToPonderAtNight.

Stephen Mendel as Jimmy McCann Longtime working actor. Played Det. Freddie Carson in the CTV/CBS series Night Heat in the 1980′s.

Played Col. Tretyakov in the season six “Legacy” part one JAG premiere and Fred Pettis in the season 14 “Off the Grid” episode of NCIS. Wouldn’t the NCIS Navy Yard team members recognize Jimmy McCann as someone else? #ThingsToPonderAtNight.

Guest starred in episodes of Hart to Hart, Hot Shots, Night Heat, Dallas, Father Dowling Mysteries, Equal Justice, Sisters, Beverly Hills 90210, Saved by the Bell, L.A. Law, Murder She Wrote, The Hunger, The X-Files, The Practice, Judging Amy, The West Wing, 24, CSI: Miami, Jack & Bobby, Sleeper Cell, Las Vegas, The Bold & The Beautiful, Criminal Minds, Sons of Anarchy, Mad Men, Allegiance, Revenge, General Hospital, Grey’s Anatomy, American Woman and You’re the Worst.

Voices characters in a number of animated series.

Written by: R. Scott Gemmill wrote/cowrote “The Only Easy Day”, “Brimstone”, “Breach”, “LD50”, “Found”, “Borderline”, “Absolution”, “Archangel”, “Tin Soldiers”, “Impostors”, “Cyberthreat”, “Honor”, “The Watchers” and both sides of the NCIS Los: Angeles/Hawaii Five-0 “Touch of Death” episodes, “Recruit”, “Free Ride”, “Wanted”, “Ravens and The Swans”, “Impact”, “War Cries”, both ends of the “Deep Trouble” season five finale/season six premiere, “Inelegant Heart”, “Praesidium”, “Traitor”, “Active Measures” (season seven premiere), “Blame It On Rio”, “Internal Affairs”, “Matryoshka” part one, "Talion" (season seven finale), “High Value Target”/”Belly of the Beast” (season eight premieres), “The Queen’s Gambit”, “Under Siege”, “Unleashed” (season eight finale), “Party Crashers” (season nine’s premiere), “This Is What We Do” (episode 200), “Các Tù Nhân”, “Goodbye Vietnam”, “Ninguna Salida” (the season nine finale), “Hit List”, “Asesinos”, “Till Death Do Us Part”, “Choke Point”, “The Guardian”, “Hail Mary”, “Kill Beale Vol. 1”, “Alsiyadun”, “Fortune Favors the Brave”, “The Bear” (season 12 premiere), “Angry Karen”, “Love Kills”, “Russia, Russia, Russia”, “The Noble Maidens”, “A Tale of Two Igors” (season 12 finale), "Subject 17" (season 13 premiere), "All The Little Things", “MWD”, “Work and Family” and “Game of Drones” (season 14 premiere).

Directed by: Dennis Smith directed “Fame”, “Standoff”, “Rocket Man”, “Cyberthreat”, “Exit Strategy”, “Patriot Acts”, “Out of the Past” part one, “The Livelong Day”, Between the Lines”, “Deep Trouble” part two, “Black Budget", “Black Wind”, “Blame it On Rio”, “Defectors”, “Matryoshka” part one, “Granger, O”, “The Queen’s Gambit”, “Hot Water”, “From Havana With Love”, “Plain Sight”, the lighthearted “Monster”, “Superhuman”, “One of Us”, “Smokescreen” part one, “Decoy”, “Mother” (episode 250), “Alsiyadun”, “The Bear”, “Angry Karen”, “Signs of Change”, “Fukushu” and “Dead Stick”. Scouting locations. Call sheet. With Vanessa Lachay at the foot of the office staircase. With Wilmer Valderrama in the office.

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i’m entering @thatesqcrush Valentine’s Bingo!! It’s my first time and I hope this is good! It covers the “Oral sex” square! Enjoy!

Rafael Barba x Reader

Prompt: a very much needed drunk night turns into a hookup

Warnings: smut, drunk sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), p in v, fingering

Words: 4,223

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Drunk in love

Shutting you down and pushing you away was Rafael Barba’s new activity. Not that he wants to but he has to. He doesn’t know why or how he had let himself fall for you, especially since one of the first things he noticed on you was your wedding band. He never saw your husband but Elias - or whatever his name is - seems pretty real, and according to Mike Dodds, he’s “twice our size”.

But god you’re so beautiful. And young, clever, nice, funny. You have everything a man can dream in someone, but somehow, you’re still very insecure about yourself. He sees it when you look at him or Liv for approval when you have a break in a case, or how you sometimes belittle yourself when the guys tease you. He knew how insecure you are when you blushed after he complimented you. He didn’t attend to at first, but when he saw you in the little green dress that showed off your curves so perfectly, he couldn’t help but to say, ”who’s that gorgeous woman and what have you done with my detective?”

Rafael still curses himself for saying so. You have been acting differently since then, you’re less talkative, more shutdown. You probably know now about his crush on you and you’re just keeping your distance. Just like he tried at first.

But you’re one very stubborn woman. He could snap at you one day and you’d greet him the next one with a smile, like nothing happened. He hates you for it. You’re pulling up with him and he doesn’t know why. Why would you? He’s the worst. And you’re fucking married.

Rafael hates to admit it, but he’s a little jealous of Mike Dodds and Sonny Carisi. Especially Mike. He knows partners have a very special relationship, that you have to trust each other with your lives. But he gets to hug you, spend so much time with you, to go out to bars or restaurants with you. He knows there’s nothing romantic in that relationship, but sometimes he wishes he’s the one you hug, out of nowhere. But he’s not. He’s just the weird and annoying ADA.

To stop thinking about you, Rafael Barba went back on tracks and met with a few people. Both men and women, it usually ends in a one night stand. And in the morning, he hates himself a little more because your face is the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes. One night, a woman stopped him mid-sex, “My name’s Jane, not Y/N,” she exclaimed. Then she dressed back up and left.

There’s this woman he keeps seeing though. It’s mostly just sex, and he can’t complain about her talents in bed. Maybe he should take her on a date? Try to make this serious? Well, as serious as he can be, knowing that his world stops spinning every time he lays his eyes on you. He hates you.

*****

“Could you cover for me tonight and perhaps tomorrow morning?” you asked Mike, as you two were on a stakeout. Technically, Mike is your superior, but he’s also your partner and you can trust him, with everything.

“Only if you tell him why,” he answered.

“Elias told me he has a work thing out of town. I need to check,”

Mike already knows your doubts on your husband’s fidelity. It’s been building up for months now. Mike advised you to talk to him but you refused. You’re scared about what he may tell you.

“You’re finally following your doubts! Don’t you think talking to him would be better?”

“If I’m wrong, I’m gonna make a fool of myself,” you sighed, “And if I’m right-- I really don’t know how I’m gonna react, I can’t be facing him at that moment,”

“Fine,” the sergeant isn’t convinced it’s the right thing to do, but he knows better than to fight with you on that. “Do you want me to come with you?” he offered.

“Thanks, but no,” you kissed his cheek and focused back on your job.

*****

Your doubts and your fears become reality. Elias is cheating on you, with some gorgeous brunette, a little bit older than you. She looks like a model compared to you. And you can feel your heart breaking when he leans to kiss her passionately. It’s fucking real. You had doubts, but a part of you kept refusing to believe it. Elias was the man of your dreams, he’s your first love, your husband. You loved him with all your heart and he’s just-- a fucking asshole.

You drove all night long, without any destination. You showed up late at work - Mike had covered for you - and you went on with your life.

You lied to Mike, telling him that you were wrong and Elias was really away for work. To Elias? You didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to face it for now. You didn’t want to hear some lame excuses, or blaming. You didn’t want him to break your heart a little more. So everyday, for weeks, you went home, slept beside him, answered when he was talking to you, barely returned his kisses. There was no sex though. Lack of sex had been the starting point of your doubts. You did get tested however. You didn’t know if he’s using protections with her, or if there are other women, or whatever, so you had to be sure you had no STD. Luckily you didn’t.

*****

Rafael is tired of how cold you’re with him. He doesn’t know if you’re the same way with the rest of the squad, but you’re with him and it’s pissing him off. If it’s because of his crush on you, he wished you’d say so, he’d lie by telling you he’s seeing someone and that whatever he felt for you, it’s gone. And the ‘relationship’ could go back to normal.

Liv texted him to say you’re coming to get the warrant. He stopped working after he read the text. How can he bring it up to you? How can he throw the subject? Why is he that nervous anyway? Why does he care? You’re just a young detective he met a year prior. You don’t matter to him. You’re good at what you do, but in a few years, both of you will move on with your lives. And you won’t remember him. Ever. Why does he care?

“Hi Barba,” you entered his office after he told you to come in. He hates when you call him ‘Barba’. You usually go with his first name. Why did it change?

“Morning detective,” he answered, coldly, not looking up from his notepad. “Carmen should be back in five minutes with the warrant,”

“K. Can I get a coffee?”

He finally puts his pen down and looks up to you. You’re standing right across his desk, your hair is tied in a ponytail, you have those dark cargo pants that fit your curves so perfectly, and a blue NYPD sweater. “Can you wear that whenever you want?” he asked, pointing at your sweater.

“My shirt is in the trash with the biggest coffee stain on it. I stole this from Mike,”

It’s indeed a little loose for you. Your hands are mostly hidden in the sleeves and he can’t distinguish your breasts - not that he looks for it…

You move to the coffee pot and pour yourself a cup. You look over your shoulder, “Want some?” he nods and extends his empty cup to you.

“I can wait outside if you want,” you said, after you drank the coffee faster than he ever did.

“Take the couch, Y/N,”

Once you sat on his couch, Rafael sighed, stood up and sat next to you. “Is there a problem?” he asked.

You looked at him, confused. “About?”

“Me?” he offered. “I don’t know. Have I done something to upset you?”

You shyly smiled at that and Rafael’s heart melted. “It’s nothing to do with you, Rafael. I promise,” you briefly squeezed his hand and let it go. He wanted to grab it and never let it go.

“Then what is it? Something’s wrong with you,”

“If someone told me you’d be the first to notice, I would have laughed,” you giggled.

“Hmm… should I be offended by that?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re the outsider, you know. But we love you for that,”

“I don’t know who’s “we”, but it’s certainly not the SVU squad,” he kept going before you answered, “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You took you a very long moment to say it. A moment during which Rafael forgot how to breath. He was expecting many things, but not this. After that, it all happened so fast. You cried and leaned to your side until your face hit his chest. Unsure at first, he finally wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hugged you. His nose got buried in your hair and he knew it was the scent he wanted to smell for the rest of his life. He felt your hand on his pectoral, turning into a fist on his shirt. “I hate him,” you cried. “But I’m scared,”

“Scared of?” he softly kissed your hair.

“Being alone? Doing it all over again? Never meeting someone else?” you took a deep breath, “But I’m the most scared of why he did it,”

“There are no excuses, Y/N. I know what it feels like, I know you’re blaming yourself, thinking that it’s your fault, but it’s not,” he softly pulled you away to grab your face in his hands. He ran his thumbs on your cheeks to take the tears away and forced you to look at him. “He doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t deserve your tears,”

You nodded at that and tried to regain control as you both heard Carmen’s heels.

“Can I take you out for drinks tonight?” he offered before you left.

“Thank you, but I don’t want to be around people,”

“Ok, my place then?”

You nodded again, kissed his cheek and left with a shy “see you tonight”.

*****

After leaving the precinct, you quickly stopped at your shared apartment to change clothes. Elias was there, drinking a beer and making dinner, as if everything was okay. You barely greeted him and walked to the bathroom. You took a quick shower, changed into high-waisted ripped jeans, dark crop top and a flannel shirt. You redid your makeup, and let your long hair drop on your shoulders.

“Where are you going?” Elias asked, as you were putting your doc martens on.

“Out,” you answered coldly.

“I can see that. Work?”

“Nope,” you grabbed your keys.

“Should I wait for you?”

“No, don’t,”

And you were gone.

Rafael is stressed. He doesn’t know what to expect from that night. Probably nothing, you’re broken-hearted, you just need a night to relax and either talk about it and completely forget. He will give you that. He will be a good listener, you’ll have his shoulder to cry on if needed. He turned down the woman he’s seeing to spend the night with you. He didn’t give explanations, just said he has to work. She just answered “K.”, maybe she’s upset but he doesn’t care much.

When he opens his door, he forgets how to breath. You’re gorgeous in a very natural way. He lets you in his apartment, you’ve been there once, when you were his protection detail after he received death threats. You stayed up all night long to make sure he was okay and he felt so cared for, it warmed his heart in an unfamiliar way.

“Beer?” he offered.

“No, scotch. I need something strong tonight,”

You sit on his couch, tug your legs under your butt, just making comfortable. He comes back with two glasses of scotch, and offers you one. “I didn’t have time to cook but I ordered italian,”

“Thanks but you shouldn’t have. I’m not hungry,”

“If you don’t eat, you don’t drink. Your choice,” he smiled and you nodded.

Rafael is doing his best to stay friendly and not flirty, but after his fourth glass, he doesn’t control himself as much. There are empty containers on the coffee table, the bottle of scotch is getting empty. You’re laying against him, your body is so close to his, he can feel your body heat and smell your scent. “Your husband is such a dumbass,” he said and you turned to face him. “I mean-- that guy is married to--you. And he’s cheating on you? How stupid does it make him?”

“I’m not special,” you shrugged.

“I’m talking to Y/N Y/L/N, right? Cause that woman is special,”

“How so?”

“This. You don’t even realize how amazing you are. You blush when you get a compliment, you’re a badass when you’re with a perp, but you’re always looking for approval when you have an idea. You’re so smart and nice, and beautiful, and sweet, and--”

Rafael stopped when he heard you giggle. He laughed too, because your laugh always does that to him. “How drunk are you, Rafael?”

“Enough to tell you so, but no enough to lie about it,”

“Maybe I should forgive him,”

“Wait, what? No!” Rafael exclaimed and sat straight. “He doesn’t deserve your forgiveness! Why would you do that?” he didn’t expect his voice to be this high pitched.

“Because-- I won’t find someone else to put up with me,”

You sounded so dramatic, it made Rafael laugh. “You’re twenty seven, Y/N! You have so much time ahead,”

“Maybe but-- I’m not easy to live with, Rafa. I’m annoying, I work all the time, I don’t cook, I’m not good in bed, I--”

“Wow,” he exclaimed again to make you stop talking. “Is this how he made you feel?”

“No--yes. Maybe, I don’t know-- sex is… simple with him,” you paused, “But you probably don’t want to hear about my sex life,” you took a sip of your drink.

“I do. I mean-- it’s not about being good in bed. It’s about the connection, what two people are looking for,”

“What are you looking for in sex?”

“Depends. When it’s a one night stand, it’s mostly relief. Do I care about my partner’s pleasure? Yeah, sure but not as much as if I’m in love,”

“I wonder what it feels like one night with Rafael Barba,” you had a grin on your face, teasing him. You were drunk, but so was he.

“I can show you,”

Rafael didn’t expect you to react with a kiss, but you did. You awkwardly press your lips against his and Rafael froze for a second. But he deepened the kiss, cupping your face in his hand. He felt your tongue asking for access and he happily obliged. He laid down on the couch and you sat on his lap, never breaking the kiss. You feel like heaven. His hand settled on your bare skin between your jeans and your top before sliding under the crop top. Your hands did the same on his torso, sending shivers in his entire body.

He noticed when you arrived but now he has the confirmation; you aren’t wearing any bra and you have your nipples pierced. He groaned loudly when he felt your breasts in his palms, which made you smile against his mouth. “Does it hurt?” he asked when he started to play with your nipples.

“God no, I love it,” you sighed in pleasure. “Ever been with someone who has their nipples pierced?”

“No,” he growled, “Can I?” he asked before sucking on your nipple. You nodded and he almost assaulted your breasts. Nipples pierced is fucking amazing. Especially yours.

“I want to feel your skin,” you shyly requested and Rafael obliged. He let you take his tee-shirt off, tossing it on the floor. Your hands touched his body like he was a greek god. You kissed, sucked and bit his neck from a moment while he was softly thrusting his erection against your clothes center.

Rafael doesn’t control himself or his pleasure when he’s drunk. He’s scared that he may come so fast you won’t enjoy this moment with him. He held you against him and took you to the bedroom. You both undressed each other before laying down on the bed. Rafael drunk you in. You, completely naked on his bed. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. He briefly kissed you before making his own down to your core. He gently bite your inner thigh before burying his tongue into you. You let out such a beautiful sound, it almost made him come on the spot. “You’re fucking delicious,” he growled.

“You--oh, you don’t have to do this, Rafael,” you said. But he was pleasuring you so good.

“Why wouldn’t I? This pussy is calling for my mouth,” his hot breath against your clit made you shiver, “You’re so wet, baby,” he returned to his oral ministrations.

Rafael ate you like a starved man. He gave everything he had to make you come on his face. He felt you tensed against him, your thigh held him in place. You cried his name, your nails on his scalp. He swallowed everything you had to give him.

“Wow-- fucking wow,” you chuckled as you tried to catch your breath.

“I know, I get that a lot,” he chuckled too, kissing you softly.

“Shut up, and fuck me now,”

“Hmm… someone’s desperate for my cock?”

“I’ve never been this turned on, Rafael. What did you do to me?”

“Ever had an orgasm from someone’s mouth?”

“Nah-- and I don’t want to talk about it. Just get inside me, please,”

He kissed you passionately again, and got on top of you. You felt his hard cock against your stomach, before he lined himself with you. “Do you want it?” he wanted you to beg. “How much do you want my cock, hermosa?”

“So much!” you tried to make his cock slide into you but Rafael held you still, “Please, Rafael. I want you-- I want you inside me,”

He didn’t need more. He slid into you in one slow motion. You both gasped at the feeling. His size hurt a little at first but you’re used to keep a straight face during sex. But somehow, Rafael felt it. “Are you okay?” He asked, not moving.

“Just getting used to your size,” you giggled.

“Lo siento, I got carried away. Let me—“

He tried to pull out off you but your hands held onto his ass, “don’t you dare go away, Barba,” he giggled and stayed deep inside you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered before kissing you.

When you gave him permission to move, he started slow. He needed to control his pleasure. It was deep and slow, and every sound you made was music to his ear. He intertwined his fingers with yours and pinned your hand above your head, kissing you roughly. “Do you want to switch positions?” You asked, out of nowhere.

“Fuck no. I wanna see your face while I make you come,”

For a moment, he was self conscious of what was going on. Whatever sex was with your husband, it was mostly to pleasure that bastard. He probably didn’t care much about you during sex, about what pleased you, about your kinks if you have some. This might be his only night with you, and he wants you to know what real sex and pleasure are.

When he felt you were close to your orgasm, he quickly pulled out and buried two fingers into your pussy. You didn’t have time to react about the sudden changes, you cum - for the second time - hard on his fingers.

“Why the hell did you pull out?” You asked, confused, as you tried to catch your breath.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a malicious smile. He kissed you again, taking his time - to be fair, he’s mostly trying to calm himself down - to plant kisses all over you, worshipping your perfect body.

“Rafael, what the—“ you gasped. His face was between your legs again. His tongue found its way easily to your most sensitive spot. You were worn down, but so sensitive a third orgasm wasn’t far away. But you pulled his hair to make him stop. You saw something in his eyes. “Someone likes to get his hair pulled,” you giggled.

“I didn’t know actually, but yeah,” he licked his lips, “However, if you pull my face away from your pussy again, I’ll have to punish you,”

His words, the way he talks to you sends something into you. Something you ever felt before. Maybe you’re into punishment. And dirty talk. Maybe you aren’t bad in bed, you just weren’t with the right person.

Rafael was about to go back at it again, but your voice stopped him. “I want to go down on you,”

“You will, babygirl. For now, it’s about you,”

He did pull a third orgasm out of you. He’s so fucking talented with his tongue and fingers. He knows what to do, when to do it. “You’ll be the death of me,” you said, trying again to catch your breath, tiredly playing with his chest hair.

“Sounds good,” he buried his face in your neck and marked you. He didn’t care about tomorrow, about what your husband might say when he sees it. Tonight, you’re his and no one else’s. “Do you really want to suck my cock or do you feel like you have to?” He asked, his eyes locked into yours.

“I want to,” you eagerly answered, regaining some strength suddenly.

You sat up while Rafael laid down on his back. You took his cock in your hand, his hips jerking at the feeling. He probably won’t last long. But he can still recover and do it all over again. “You okay?” He asked, as you were taking a long moment just looking and stroking his length.

“Yeah,” you shyly smiled, “Just promise me something, please?”

He would promise you the fucking universe. “Tell me?”

“If—if I’m not good, just make me stop, okay? Don’t blame me after,”

Rafael saw tears in your eyes. He immediately grabbed you and pulled you next to him. His erection can wait. He softly kissed your cheeks and lips. “I’m not...him,” he said, “Like I said earlier, it’s about the connection between two persons. I feel connected to you, do you feel the same?”

You nodded, trying to stop your tears. “That’s all that matters. You could break my penis, sending me to the ER, I’d thank you for it,”

He felt proud when you laughed, he kissed you. He could never get enough of your lips. “I trust you, Y/N. Only thing I don’t want is you going down on me just because you feel like you have to,”

“I want to suck you off, Rafael,” you purred in his ear after a moment.

His cock softened during that talk, but it reacted to that. You kissed his body, trailing your way down to his penis. You licked the tip, tasting some pre-cum. You looked at him to catch his reactions, but you saw nothing but desire and pleasure. When he was painfully hard, you took him in your mouth. Rafael almost came right here and there, it took everything he had not to. You slowly suck his cock, until you quicken the rhythm. “You’re so—good, baby. You know how to use that mouth,” he praised you. When he saw you smiling against his length, he made a mental note about you loving to be praised.

You cupped his balls in your hand, and took him all the way down your throat, “I’m gonna—amor, fuck! I’m gonna cum,” he expected you to pull away but instead, you kept the pace until Rafael came hard in your month, chanting your name. He didn’t know he could be this loud. You made a show of swallowing every drop of him. “Mierda,” he muttered, drying his sweating forehead with the back of his hand.

“Can men fake orgasm? Cause you were fucking loud,” you giggled before kissing him.

“Shut up, that was—amazing,” he looked deep inside your eyes. “You are amazing, Y/N,”

He didn’t have time to fuck you again, you both quickly fell asleep after.

Much to Rafael’s surprise, he woke up to the warmth of your mouth around his cock. He had a wide smile when he saw your eyes full of desire, while your mouth was perfectly sucking on his cock. He lazily grabbed your hair, giving a few thrusts. But he didn’t know how you’d feel about facefuck so he let you lead. It didn’t take long until he came down your throat again, still as loud as a few hours prior. “You will be the death of me,”

He invited you in the shower so he could finally fuck you properly. When you came on his cock, your walls clenching around his length, it was the most beautiful feeling in the world.

This couldn’t be a one night stand. There’s a connection, either of you can deny. He will spend weeks, months, even years to show you he’s worth an Elias or any other man.

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Hey love may I please have a sexy Rafael Barba x reader form the winter/hoilday list number 12 "so you're going to dress up as santa" go hard on the sexy ;)

Undercover Mishaps

A/N: This is...not at all what you asked for, and I’m sorry! This somehow just turned into really tender, kinda angsty with a happy ending smut? I’m not sure what happened here! If you want to send in another Rafi request, I understand lol

Tags: rape mention, smut, little bit of cockwarming, mostly just very tender p in v sex

Words: 2k+

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You stood outside your boyfriend’s office, taking a deep breath. You were going undercover tonight, and you wanted to tell Rafael in person, because you knew he wasn’t going to be happy about it. He never was. While he was supportive of, and understood your job with SVU, he hated when you were intentionally put in harm’s way. And tonight, you—as well as Amaro—would be bait. Exhaling, you knocked, waiting for him to call out to you before entering his office.

Rafael looked up at you, smiling. “Cariño,” he greeted, before he saw the look on your face, his smile fading. “What’s wrong?”

You tried to give him a reassuring smile. “Nothing’s wrong, Rafi. I’m just stopping by to let you know I’m going undercover tonight, so don’t expect me home for dinner.” There was no point beating around the bush; he’d see right through you anyways.

His eyes narrowed and he stood from his desk, coming over to you. “Undercover? Doing what? Which case?” You could hear the worry in his voice, though he tried to mask it.

You fidgeted nervously. “The, uh, BX9 case? I’ll be—”

“Wait, wait,” Rafael said, cutting you off. You could see the wheels turning in his mind as he tried to put two and two together. “You mean the same BX9 case where gang members are violently attacking volunteer Santa Claus’? The ones that are raping the victims with lead pipes? That case? So, what, you’re going to dress up as Santa? Be fucking bait?” His voice got louder with each word he said until he was almost yelling.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. But you weren’t going to back down; this was your job. “Yes, I’ll be a Santa…as will Amaro. Don’t worry, Rafi, we’ll have people watching us—”

“Don’t worry?? How the hell can you expect me to not worry?! You’re going to be bait for one of the most vicious gangs in Manhattan!” Rafael ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “They realize that Santa is a guy, right? And you’re a woman—”

“Rafael, I’m doing my job, whether you like it or not,” you snapped back. “Besides, the department doesn’t have a suit that would fit Carisi, and I’m not about to repeat what Fin said when asked. So, I volunteered.”

He glared at you, his eyes taking in your set jaw, your straight back and shoulders, head held high and eyes clear. “At least tell me who’s watching you.”

“I got Rollins and Carisi; Liv and Fin are with Amaro.”

Rafael groaned. “You get the fucking new kid?”

You put your hands on his shoulders, locking your eyes with his green ones, clouded with concern and worry. “Rafi, I’ll be fine. I promise, okay? Rollins and Carisi’s got me…. I gotta go. I’ll text you as soon as it’s done.” You gave him another reassuring smile, and he pulled you into a tight hug, giving you a desperate kiss, unwilling to let you go.

“Stay safe, please…come home to me,” he murmured against your lips.

“Of course,” you whispered back before pulling away, heading out the door.

************************

You walked the freezing, deserted streets of Manhattan, the fat-suit hanging uncomfortably around you and the fake beard itched your face. When you had come out of the locker room in the department, dressed as Santa, it was hysterical; Rollins and Carisi had been quick to take pictures of you and Amaro next to each other. You were virtually unrecognizable, looking like any other Rent-A-Santa, indistinguishable from Amaro except maybe your height. But after walking the streets for the past two hours, you were done with the whole op.

“Liv is saying to give it one more hour,” Rollins’ voice said in your ear through the earpiece.

You grunted, knowing they’d hear you in the mic. “Fine.” You heard the footsteps moments before you saw the group of three men running at you, weapons in hand. They were yelling something in Spanish, and you vaguely heard Carisi call to move in. You threw your arms in front of you, saying in a deep, fake-male voice, “now hang on, I don’t want any trouble—"

One of the men swung a metal bat at your stomach, and you couldn’t move fast enough to dodge it. Thankfully, the fat-suit absorbed the brunt of the hit; the wind was knocked out of your lungs, though, and you bent forward. You didn’t see which one swung at you the second time, nor what hit you; you just felt the impact in your side. You grunted as you went down, the cold, hard sidewalk instantly freezing you as you slumped against it.

“Freeze, NYPD!” Carisi’s voice shouted over the commotion. Him and the other officers bolted after the three men, who dropped their weapons, the metal clattering, and took off.

Rollins knelt by you, a hand on your shoulder as she looked you over. “[Y/N], are you okay?” she asked.

You groaned, holding your side. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just a bruise.” You struggled to your knees, trying to push yourself to standing. The bite from the cement was already seeping through the clothes and into your skin.

“Woah, woah, take it easy. That was a heavy hit,” Rollins said. You ignored her, your legs wobbling slightly as you got them underneath you.

“Get this stupid thing off me,” you ordered through gritted teeth, unable to reach the clasp behind you for the fat-suit.

Rollins quickly unclipped it, sliding it gently off you. She helped raise your shirt, lightly prodding the spot you were hit in. You sucked in a breath in pain, tears in your eyes.

“Is it bad?” you asked.

“It’s already bruising; I’m taking you to the hospital,” she replied.

You nodded, resigning to your fate. Suddenly, Carisi’s voice came on over the earpiece. “We got all three on the gang members. [Y/N] okay?”

“Fine; I’m taking her to the hospital. Can you get a ride back to the precinct? Let Liv know?” Rollins explained, wrapping an arm around your uninjured side and guiding you back towards the squad car.

“No problem; go,” he said.

**************************

Rafael was sitting in his home office, trying to focus on work. But his mind kept going back to you, wondering if you were alright. He often caught himself staring out the window, wondering where you were, debating if he should text Rollins—he knew you couldn’t answer while undercover—just to make sure everything was okay. Soon enough, he gave up work altogether, going to the kitchen to pour himself a lowball glass of scotch, to help settle his nerves. You’d been undercover before and you’d been just fine. But he had a bad feeling about tonight.

When his phone rang, your ID flashing across his screen, he nearly dropped it in his rush to answer. “Hermosa, everything okay?” he answered, unable to keep the worry out of his voice.

“Fine, Rafi; just wanted to give you an update,” you replied, keeping your voice light. But he could tell instantly that something was wrong; there was a strain in your voice that wasn’t there before.

“What happened?” Rafael asked, his stomach dropping.

You let out a huff which could have been laughter, but just sounded like pain. “I was hit with a baseball bat; nothing bad, don’t worry,” you rushed to say. “Rollins took me to get checked out by the hospital, but I’ll be home soon.”

His heart fluttered in his chest. “I’ll be right there; Mercy Hospital?” He made his way towards the door, grabbing his winter jacket from the coat rack.

“No Rafi, don’t. By the time you get here, I’ll be on my way home, anyways,” you chuckled before it turned into a hiss of pain. “It’s just a bruise; I’m fine. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Rafael sighed heavily, rehanging his jacket and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Fine. Just…get here soon…please.”

“I will. I promise. I love you, Raf,” you said, smiling into the phone.

“I love you, too.”

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Sure enough, you were walking through Rafael’s front door 20 minutes later, a deep bruise in your left side, but otherwise unharmed. He was instantly off the couch, hurrying over to you. Rafael put his hands on your shoulders, holding you at arm’s length, eyes scanning your face before he brought you against his chest in a tight hug. You hissed in pain, and he instantly released you, though he kept his hands on your shoulders, unable to keep from touching at least some part of you.

“I’m sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Where were you hit? Show me,” Rafael demanded, his words rushed, like he didn’t know where to start.

You gave him a tired smile. “I’m fine, baby. Just a little sore.” You turned your side towards him, lifting your shirt to expose the deep black, blue, and purple bruise overtaking your left side.

“Oh hermosa…” he mumbled, his fingertips ghosting over your skin lightly. You winced when he touched the spot where the bat had connected with you.

“It looks worse than it is, but there’s no internal bleeding, no broken bones or torn muscles. Just a—a flesh wound,” you replied. Rafael examined you for a moment more before he finally tore his eyes away from your injury, his eyes trailing up to your face. He looked so…worried still, so sad and devasted that you were hurt. Unable to stand that look in those normally bright green eyes, you embraced him, nuzzling your head against his chest. Gently, much more gently than normal, Rafael wrapped his arms around your torso, careful not to touch your left side. His hands went to your back, rubbing comforting circles into your shoulder blades.

“I’m okay, Rafi. I’m safe,” you whispered into his chest, tugging him impossibly closer.

“And I’m so thankful you are,” he muttered back, kissing the top of your head.

You leaned back enough to look up at him. You looked into his eyes, then to his lips before you moved to kiss him, your hands threading into his short hair. He kissed you back, needy, desperate, putting all his affection for you into the kiss. You could feel his worry, his nervousness, and you kissed him harder, trying to make those feelings fade away, until there was nothing left but the two of you, your love for each other stronger than anything else.

You pulled out of his grip, taking his hand, and leading him to his bedroom. By some unspoken agreement, you both started undressing yourselves. Once in your bra and panties, you gave him a look. “Help?” you asked. Like with the fat-suit, you couldn’t reach behind your back without your side barking in pain.

Rafael’s eyes softened as he moved to you, unhooking your bra for you. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked despite his darkened eyes, his already half-hard length.

“Yes, Raf…I need you. Tonight, I just need to feel you…everywhere.”

He helped you our of your panties, then kissed you slowly, passionately. You walked backwards with him until your legs hit the bed, then sat. He stood, stroking himself lazily to full hardness, while you pulled yourself up the bed until your head was on the pillows. Once ready, you beckoned to him and he climbed on top of you, his lips trailing over every bit of skin he could reach. He propped himself on one arm, careful not to put his full body weight on your injured side while he kissed you deeply, his other hand dipping between your thighs, stroking your slit slowly. You moaned against his mouth, your hands trailing over his sides as he slid two fingers into you, stretching you.

“I was…so worried…I knew something had happened,” Rafael murmured, pumping his fingers into you.

You rocked your hips against his hand, wincing as the movement stretched your side painfully. “I’m okay, Rafi. I’m here, I’m safe now,” you whispered back, kissing his cheek. He pulled his fingers from you, lining himself up. He slowly pushed into you until he filled you completely, then stopped, waiting, watching your face. He stroked your cheek, brushing your hair out of your face.

“But what if you weren’t?”

Your heart strained with how vulnerable he sounded in this moment. You clutched at him tighter, resting your forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes. “Don’t worry about ‘what ifs,’ Raf. I’m here, and nothing’s gonna change that.” You tightened your pelvic muscles, clenching around his cock, and he let out a groan. “You can feel me, right? Don’t we fit together perfectly? Just focus on feeling me right now.”

Rafael nodded, kissing your forehead. “I feel you…I feel all of you…I just hate when you’re undercover. I hate not knowing if your coming home, or if you’re lying in the street somewhere, bleeding out.”

“I know baby, I know,” you scratched his back lightly. “But that’s the job sometimes. I don’t try to get hurt. You know I try and come home to you every night.”

He sighed. “I know. Of course, I know. Just…don’t make this”—his fingertips lightly graze over your side, and you sucked in a breath—“a habit.”

“I don’t plan on it,” you smiled at him. And finally, finally, he returned it, the worry and concern disappearing from his eyes as he kissed you deeply. Then, he moved, his thrusts slow, deep, careful. You held him close to you, your lips never leaving each other’s except to whisper how much you loved each other. He reminded you over and over again how much he cared about you, and you let him know that you were home with him, safe with him there. When you eventually came, it was with his name on your lips, his fingers intertwined with yours, and your heart full of love. Rafael came soon after you, his forehead pressed against yours, his thumb stroking your cheek.

He rolled off you, laying on his back next to you. You tucked into his side, and he wrapped an arm around you. He sat up enough to look at your bruise once more before laying back with a huff.

“Next time, you get Liv watching your back. Not fucking Fordham.” He muttered. You laughed, cuddling closer to him.

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altsvu · 3 years

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gala ready

pairing: cabenson (alex cabot x olivia benson)

prompt: getting ready for a party/wedding

tw: none!

a/n: this is for day 1 of @svuappreciation’s women of SVU week!!

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The NYPD gala was coming up soon, and Olivia desperately wanted Alex to be her date, given that she had a massive crush on her.

She ended up asking her and Alex accepted.

The day before the gala, Alex had asked Olivia if she wanted to help her look for dresses, and of course, she did.

Olivia found that Alex looked beautiful in all the dresses she tried on, it was hard to choose.

At the end of the day, she decided on a deep red dress.

On the day of the gala, Alex was over at Olivia’s place to get ready.

They had a lot of fun putting on each other’s foundations and dusting their cheeks with blush.

Then out of the blue, Alex asks Olivia a very pressing question.

“Hey, is there any real reason why you asked me to come to this gala with you?”

“I- uh, well... I like you. A lot, actually.” Olivia admitted.

“Well I wish you told me that earlier Olivia!”

Olivia looked shocked. “What?”

A smile curled up on Alex’s face. “I like you too! A lot.”

“Wait really?”

“Yes!”

At this moment, both of the ladies realized that they were in love with each other and have been for a such a long time.

“Can I kiss you?” Olivia asked sheepishly.

“Of course you can.”

Olivia leaned in and kissed Alex, hesitantly at first because she was nervous, but more comfortably when Alex had her hands on her cheek.

“We should do that more often.” Olivia smiled.

“Most definitely.” Alex agreed.

They finished up with their makeup and headed to the gala, hand in hand, and had the best time of their lives.

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kat-tamin · 3 years

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pull me near

The NYPD throws a mandatory corporate retreat for all the squads. One night, after everyone is asleep, Kat finds Jet at the pool. Can be seen as a follow up to i will carry you, but not necessarily. Requested by @sammymae12

Ship: Kat x Jet

Warnings: Mild spoilers for the OC finale

Word Count: 1065

The New York Police Department Annual Corporate Retreat took place every year in upstate New York. Three full days of fun team building exercises and trust falls, all in a place that looked like a very fancy summer camp.

Jet hated it each and every minute of it. The whole thing was very touchy-feely. Jet was not a touchy-feely person. Especially after the incident with Morales; she wasn’t feeling very ‘Go Team’ at the moment. She would rather spend hours at the bar with her squad, barely speaking to each other.

If she could find one positive in the experience, it was the giant outdoor pool and hot tub. Ever since she was a kid, Jet loved water. She used to pretend she was a mermaid, swimming for hours whenever she went on vacation with her parents.

The one at the retreat was heated, and most importantly, unlocked 24/7. It had a gorgeous view of the lake beyond it, and at night you had an interrupted glimpse of the starlit sky.

It was calming and relaxing, and every night after people went to bed, Jet would sneak out to the pool and just float on her back. Her mind would empty and her body would loosen up, the knots in her back unkinking.

“Hey, Jet!”

Jet jumped, water splashing into her mouth. She straightened up, kicking her legs furiously. She looked to the entrance of the pool, where Kat was entering, a towel wrapped around her waist.

Jet let out a sigh of relief. “You scared me.”

“Sorry!” Kat kicked off her flip-flops by the chair holding Jet’s bag. “I’ve seen you here every night. I’d figure I’d come see what the fuss was.” She went to take her towel off, but paused, looking at Jet. “Is that okay?”

“Of course.” Jet swam closer to the edge. “The water’s great. Feels warmer than out there.”

“Cool.” Kat grinned and, without warning, dropped her towel to the ground.

Jet could feel her face grow red as she took in her friend, clad only in a small, olive green bikini. Small golden rings were attached to the hips and in between Kat’s breasts. In the glow of the blue pool lights, Kat looked like a goddess straight off a renaissance painting.

Jet wrapped her arms around her own stomach, suddenly self-conscious of the plain black tankini she had on. Her skin looked bright white, pale as the moon above them.

Kat slid off the edge into the water, sending gentle waves lapping towards Jet. She did a slow, lazy lap of the pool, her strokes long and languid.

The SVU Squad did the rope course today and it went terribly. The cost of having older members in the squad was that Kat had to do a lot of the physical work. It was taking a toll on Kat’s body, and her whole back was aching.

“How’s your first retreat?” Kat asked as she swam closer to Jet.

Jet shrugged. “We haven’t killed each other, so it’s a success, I guess.”

It was close though. Washburn wasn’t taking anything seriously and Stabler was taking things way too seriously. None of the OC Unit wanted to admit it, but without Morales, the squad felt lopsided, like a table with only three legs. There were a lot of unsaid things between them, and, despite the retreat leaders trying their best to get everyone to express their feelings, it looked like it was going to stay that way.

Kat swam even closer to Jet, taking her hand. She knew exactly what Jet was thinking, because it was all Jet thought about lately. She could see something winding tighter and tighter in Jet. Her anxiety seemed closer to the surface these days. She missed the bright, quietly confident girl she had first met.

The tense moment was too much for Jet; she needed the awkward heaviness to go away. She opted for the first thing that went through her head. She cupped her hand and made a giant wave to splash on Kat.

The water hit Kat, making her shriek. “Hey!”

Jet laughed, but did it again, this time using both of her hands, sending a tidal wave over Kat’s head.

Kat yelled something incomprehensible that Jet couldn’t hear. She started kicking her legs, splashing Jet back, making her gasp.

It was an all out war, and the two friends started splashing each other. Water was flying everywhere, soaking each other to the bone.

“Okay, truce, truce!” Jet yelled, spitting out water. “I’m sorry!” she added when Kat didn’t stop.

“Are you sure?” Kat stopped splashing, instead grabbing Jet’s shoulders, her hands warm against her cold skin. “Or do I have to apply some desperate measures?”

Jet suppressed a nervous laugh. “I’m good. Are you good?”

Neither one of them moved, on edge that the other would pull out a last minute maneuver.

Kat’s hands left Jet’s shoulders to her waist, pulling her closer. “Yeah, I’m good.”

For a moment, they were still, their faces a hair-breadths away. Kat let out a shaky breath and suddenly they were both giggling, leaning into each other, almost giddy.

“Good,” Jet said, once she caught her breath. She lifts a hand to push Kat’s wet hair out of her eyes. Her fingers move to Kat’s jaw, lightly tracing her tanned skin.

It was so soft, but it lit up Kat’s insides, like the starlight above them. She’s smiling when Jet kisses her, shy and cautious. Her lips are warm and Kat pushed in harder, soaking up her heat.

Jet’s heart jumped into her throat. She could feel it beating hard, so hard that Kat could probably hear it. The kiss went from hesitant to enthusiastic, Kat’s tongue swiping into Jet’s mouth, making her sigh into Kat.

Jet felt their bodies sinking into the water, so she reluctantly pulled away, kicking to upright them before they drowned.

“Well,” Kat murmured, her hands still on the dip of Jet’s waist.

“Well,” Jet responds, a smile creeping onto her face. Her whole body was covered in goosebumps but her body felt like it was on fire, as it usually did when Kat was near.

“When we get back,” Kat started, squeezing Jet’s skin. “How about dinner?”

“Dinner sounds great.”

Kat kissed her again, her smile getting lost in between Jet’s lips. This time, Jet was smiling too.

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bisexualcrowley · 4 years

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Stole the Show (Pt 1)

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Pairing: Dominic “Sonny” Carisi x Fem! Reader

Chapter summary: In hopes of catching a high profile rapist, Y/n goes undercover in a Broadway production of one of her favorite musicals, helped along by her close friend and love of her life, detective Carisi

Content/warnings: This chapter is more of an introduction to the story, but there’s definitely some fluff with Sonny in here

Word count: 1,895

Y/n Y/l/n was not a coward. She fought through abuse, homelessness, abduction and the day to day stressors of being an SVU detective, each struggle forcing her out the other side stronger than before, using music as a crutch, so it was no surprise to Sonny Carisi that she fought for the chance to go undercover performing on broadway, in a sequel to her favorite musical no less.

The case was nothing too out of the ordinary for the squad, simply a rapist drugging performers and assaulting them backstage, but the suspect being somewhat high profile made it so being caught in the act by a cop would be the best way to ensure conviction, a fact that Y/n was quick to convince the squad of. She sat quietly that morning, mentally going over her proposition and knee bouncing as the soundtrack to Mamma Mia 2 played softly through an earbud tucked discreetly behind her hair.

"Hey Liv, you said that one of the girls who was attacked quit the production, right?” Y/n called to the Sergeant as she walked in the door, turning in her desk chair to face her superior.

"Good Morning to you too, Y/n, but yes she did quit, I don’t blame her in the slightest but i admit it's pretty unfortunate for the crew, the play opens in a week and she was a main character" Liv smiled politely at the detective as she spoke, a little shocked by the eagerness to jump straight into work on a saturday morning but questioning it, instead choosing to hang her coat on the rack outside her office and pick up the case file in question.

Y/n took a breath, hesitating slightly before offering up her idea.

"Well, what if I took her place? I've done a fair share of undercover work, and I used to do musical theatre when I was in school. Plus, it's the role of Donna that they lost, right? I can make myself look kinda like her, at least enough that they’d take me on to help with the case" Y/n looked nervously at her hands, fearing the probable rejection, but before Liv could reply Sonny cut in, walking over to Y/n's desk and plopping himself down on the corner.

"Ya know Sarge, that's not a half bad idea, we could get up close and personal with the cast, and it’ll be way easier to keep the girls safe and get some physical evidence against the guy. Plus, I've heard talk that Y/l/n's a damn talented singer."

Y/n grinned up at Sonny, thanking her friend for the compliment while silently praying that she'd at the very least get the chance to talk to the director about it.

"Well if you're sure you're up for it, I could definitely make a couple calls. I’ll warn you not to get your hopes up, seeing as this is a broadway production and they might have an understudy already, but I absolutely agree we should have someone undercover with the girls.”

Olivia replied, turning to her office to go make the call.

15 minutes passed, leaving Y/n waiting in anxious silence for the verdict and a supportive Amanda and Sonny hovering by her desk. It had been almost half an hour when Liv emerged from the office, and Y/n stood up with hopeful eyes turned to the Sergeant, who's face broke into a smile.

"Good news Y/l/n, it turns out you earned yourself quite a reputation within the musical theatre community, and she says if you can be ready for opening night next week without letting the fact that you’re a cop slip, you’re in!"

Y/n beamed at Olivia, thank you's spilling from her lips as Amanda cheered and Sonny clapped her on the back.

This is gonna be so good for her, he thought to himself with a smile, transfixed by his friend’s joyful smile.

“We should head down to the theatre as soon as possible to work out the details with her, if i’m gonna be wearing a wire, what happens if and when we catch him, that type of stuff” Y/n said, a quickly adopted professional appearance masking her excitement. The performance isn’t the focus here y/n, this is only happening because the women in the musical are in danger and this is the best way to keep them safe. She thought to herself while sliding out of her chair and grabbing her phone, following Sonny, who had oh so graciously offered to accompany her to the theatre, towards the front of the building. Of course, my performance is important too, can’t risk messing up and blowing my cover in rehearsal or, god forbid, screwing up in the middle of the performance. Jeez, the NYPD would never be trusted to work alongside a Broadway show again.

Y/n shook the final thought from her mind and shot her friend a smile as they climbed into a squad car, driving the short distance from the precinct to what somewhat coincidentally, was named Broadway Theatre. Parking in an open spot along the curb, Sonny climbed out of the car and upon rounding the car and stepping up onto the sidewalk was met with a starry eyed Y/n, who was staring up at the bright blue sign advertising Mamma Mia: Here we go again, opening in 7 days, starring Y/n Y/l/n.

Sonny stared up at the sign in both shock and pride, firstly feeling more than impressed at how fast the crew had managed to get his partner’s name into the adverts, and secondly thrilled at the look of awe plastered across her face, the lights surrounding the poster reflecting beautifully in her eyes.

“Congrats kid, looks like you made it! Don’t forget about all us little people once you’ve become one of those big broadway actresses”

He clapped her on the shoulder as he spoke, Y/n giggling at the detective’s joke, but couldn’t drown out the little voice at the back of her head wishing that his words would come true.

Turning her attention back to the entrance, Y/n shot a playful “shut up” towards Sonny and made her way to the doors, leaving her grinning friend jogging to catch the door before it shut in his face.

The hours flew by as Y/n was walked through everything that would be happening over the next few weeks. First she and Sonny were introduced to the director, the three of them working out the best course of action pertaining to the suspected rapist, the group deciding after a lengthy debate that if they didn’t make an arrest before opening night, Y/n would come up with a discreet signal between herself and the SVU detectives who would be in the audience and backstage that would let them know who to arrest and when during the performance.

Next, Sonny was left behind in an office while Y/n was brought to the main stage and rehearsal area, where she was introduced to the rest of the cast who welcomed her with open arms, immediately jumping in to run lines and teach y/n the choreography for the musical. By the time everyone called it quits for the day, the sun had begun to set and Y/n was absolutely beat, her cheerful mood quickly beginning to sour now that she had stopped singing.

Tucking her script into her bag, Y/n took heavy steps up to the exit, groaning as she realized she’d have to take the subway back to her apartment. The thought of having to sit on a loud, crowded train while this exhausted drew a sigh to her lips, trudging outside and fixing her hair before turning towards the nearest station, expecting to find a quieting street but being pleasantly surprised by the sight of her partner and best friend leaning up against a streetlamp and holding a paper bag from her favorite bakery, bringing a relieved smile to her face.

“Sonny Carisi you are a sight for sore eyes. What are you even doing here, it’s been hours!” Y/n called as she approached the man, who righted himself and wandered towards her with a smile on his face at the sound.

“Couldn’t just leave ya here after a long day doll, I'm here bearin’ snacks and a ride home” Sonny chuckled as she smiled gratefully and threw her arms around his shoulders in a quick hug, pulling away to take the bag from his hand.

“It’s cannoli, not as good as my mom’s but i hope it’ll do for tonight. Now c’mon, let’s get you home”

Y/n beamed and thanked her friend, who smiled back and gestured a little further down the street to where what y/n assumed was Sonny’s car was parked and she followed him to it, thanking him again but this time throwing in a sleepy mumble of “shotgun” before sliding into the passenger seat, which caused Sonny to let out a snort of laughter as he joined her in the car.

It wasn’t long before the rumble of the engine lulled Y/n into a deep sleep, head rolling to the side to rest against the car’s window. Sonny smiled softly at her sleeping form, careful to avoid the potholes in the road. It took him nearly ten minutes driving towards his own home to realize that despite their years of friendship, Sonny had never actually been to Y/n’s apartment, and couldn’t remember her ever mentioning an address

Stopping at a red light, the detective reached over to the right side of the car, gently nudging y/n’s sleeping form. She didn’t awaken right away, needing a few more nudges from Carisi’s side of the car, but eventually sleepy eyes fluttered open, staring groggily at her friend.

“Sorry doll, but i don’t know where you live, you gotta gimme your address” Sonny whispered, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen in front of y/n’s face away.

“too tired, dunno.. can’t r’member” She mumbled, head falling back against the window as the light turned green and Sonny drove forward. The car was silent again, Y/n too exhausted to speak and Sonny debating what he should do.

“...D’ya just wanna crash at my place tonight?” He was hesitant to ask, worried that Y/n would think he was taking advantage of her, but to his relief she gave a slow nod, a smile creeping across her face before passing out again.

Sonny smiled too, and the rest of the drive was quiet, him pulling into a back parking lot a few minutes later and unclipping his seatbelt. A look over at Y/n, fast asleep and softly snoring in the passenger seat brought a smile to his face, and quietly he got out of the car and moved around to her side, carefully scooping his friend into his arms bridal style and locking the car.

The smile didn’t leave Sonny’s face the whole trip across the lost, up the elevator, and into his apartment, where he gently laid Y/n’s sleeping form across his couch and draped a warm blanket over her. She looked peaceful as she slept, the layers of stress usually hardening her face having vanished, and it warmed Sonny’s heart. Pulling another blanket over her, Sonny crouched down to press a soft kiss to Y/n’s forehead, and with a whisper of “sweet dreams, doll”, he clicked off the light and left her to sleep.

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bullet-prooflove · 11 months

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The North Star - Part Twenty One: Tuscany - Terry Bruno x Reader

Welcome to mine and @the-hinky-panda The Bronx universe featuring our favs Terry Bruno & Mike Duarte.

This story takes place several years after 'Blood Out'. Terry still lives in the Bronx and works in Manhatten SVU.

The North Star Series - Part of The Bronx Universe

Part One: Moments (NSFW)

Part Two: Case of the Ex

Part Three: Her Worse Half

Part Four: Always

Part Five: Ask Me Again (NSFW)

Part Six: Degas

Part Seven: The Heist

Part Eight: A Part to Play

Part Nine: Home

Part Ten: Safe Space

Part Eleven: Weak

Part Twelve: Got Your Back

Part Thirteen: Familia

Part Fourteen: Gunplay

Part Fifteen: Friendly Fire

Part Sixteen: Alive (NSFW)

Part Seventeen: Karma

When you’re recovered from your injury and signed off to fly, Terry whisks you away to Italy. He thinks the change of scenery may be good for you, that being away from the city may give you some mental space. He can tell you think so too because for the first time in your relationship you don’t fight him on the cost.

You spend ten days in Tuscany, exploring Florence, visiting vineyards, eating well and sampling wines from the region. You bask in the beauty of the architecture, the history, the art. You spend nights making love in an airy room, with the breeze flowing across your skin and Terry whispering the most magnificent things into your ear.

The pace is different here, it allows you to slow down, to breathe.

On the last day Terry finds you sitting on the balcony with an expresso, clad in only a silk emerald, green robe that hugs the contours of your body. You look blissful and at peace. He wonders if it’s time to make a change, maybe the two of you should retire, buy a property out here, maybe a vineyard. There’s one for sale not far away and he’s already made a tentative inquiry. He likes to have options, to have all the information at hand.

“We can stay you know?” He tells you as he looks out across the view.

It’s stunning here, serene and rustic, he thinks the change of pace could be good for the both of you. The truth is coming here, living like this has been a wake up call for him. There’s a lot of things that he’s been thinking about, but he isn’t sure how to broach them.

“And what would we do?” You ask him, playing out scenario.

Terry takes the seat alongside of you, his hip bumping against yours. His arm comes to rest upon your shoulders, thumb skirting over the fabric as you lean into him, your head coming to rest upon his chest.

“Grow grapes.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over your hairline. “Make wine.”

Your hand coming to rests upon the space where his heart resides, fingertips toying with hem of his own navy blue robe as you tuck yourself against him. He loves the way you feel, the way you fit just right.

“It sounds like you’ve given it some thought.” You remark.

“A little.” He admits.

“Do you think you’d be happy?” You ask him, it’s almost a sleepy mumble. He can feel the rise and fall of your chest against his as you speak. “Leaving it all behind for a life like this?”

Terry sighs, closing his eyes as he kisses the silky strands of your hair.

“I think the job is burning us both out.” He tells you honestly. “I think what happened to you, what they were going to do with Paul, is another sign that the NYPD don’t prioritise their officers and I’m losing faith in the system. It feels like every time I win a battle, the next one is just around the corner. If it’s not me, it’s someone I care about. It feels like the job is costing me more than it’s giving me at this point.”

“Is this your way of telling me you want to retire?” You ask him, tilting your head up towards him.

He looks down at you surprised because the truth is, until he vocalised his feelings, he hadn’t realised just how serious he was about the whole thing. It started as a flirtation but now it’s tangible and he wants it, he wants it so fucking badly. It wasn’t until he left New York that he realised how much he was suffocating. It’s the job he thinks, he’s spent entire years pouring everything he has into it and in return it’s bludgeoned not just him but the person he loves. He thinks of what it did to Duarte, how the other man carries the scars of it on his flesh. He knows it’s time to get out.

“Yea.” He says softly. “Maybe it is.”

He feels the way the conversation turns; he sees it in your expression. You’re not leaning against him anymore, your upright, your palm splayed in the centre of his chest. He didn’t mean for this to happen, but it has, and it hurts, it hurts so fucking much it feels like he can barely breathe.

“What does that mean for us?” You ask him. “If I’m not ready to do that just yet?”

Terry stares straight out at the countryside. He can’t go back to that job, to that life. It’s going to kill him one way or another, it almost killed you. You’re not ready but he is, and he needs to take this leap, with or without you.

“I don’t know.” He tells you because it really depends on you.

Make a commitment and stay here with him or go back to the job, that almost ruined your life. It should be a no brainer…

But he remembers that morning he asked you to move in with him, the hesitation. You shy away from shit like this because it feels too big, too real. He knows how it’s going to end, him here alone in Italy and you in New York, drowning.

You don’t say anything as you stand up and walk away from him. He stays sitting in the loveseat as you head inside through the French windows. He listens for the click of the bedroom door, and he knows that you’re packing, that you’ll be on a flight straight back to New York and there isn’t a damn thing he can do about it.

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Under Over Ch 1

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings: language, talk of usual SVU cases. it's kind of a chapter, it's kind of a prologue, do with it what you will lol

It wasn’t particularly nerves that Joe was feeling, but it was safe to say he was at least a little apprehensive as he started to pack his bag. SVU had been investigating a group of sex rings, as per usual, and as they tried to get even a sliver on intel on this one, it was deemed nearly impossible. They’d discovered ‘The Manhattan Elite’ while investigating a pimp who another perp flipped on, only thing was the crew was tipped off before they even got to the party, leaving them in the wind and SVU clueless. Luckily, a couple of people who were picked up at that raid were more than willing to work for the other side and quickly became CI’s for the squad.

An entire year went by before one of them texted Fin from a burner, setting up a meeting. Quinn had managed to get an in with Kayra, the head honcho and leader of the Elite and had been working for him for most of the year, gaining trust and moving up the ranks. They didn’t have enough information to make any arrests, or even just a bust, but what they did have was an open spot for a new handler. Someone who wouldn’t be buying or selling girls, but responsible for them at parties, driving them to and from events, making sure they were ready to work. A glorified babysitter essentially, but it was an in, and the in they needed.

That was how Joe found himself shifting from the role of NYPD detective, to working another undercover gig. He was used to it, he’d done enough of them before, but this one was a little different, there was more privacy needed, he wouldn’t be able to still work from the office and Liv didn’t want anything from his new “work” to be brought home to his actual apartment. Which is why he was getting set up with an apartment on the lower east side, both for the safety aspect, and so that anything NYPD could be left at his actual place and safely hidden out of sight.

The apartment was honestly better than he’d been expecting, opening directly into a living room and kitchen combo, a small breakfast bar separating the two of them. There was a small space behind the kitchen that was set up half home office half home gym, the office side being just a desk with a couple of folders and space for his laptop and the gym side being a thicker yoga mat and a couple sets of dumbbells. At the end of the hallway was a decent enough sized bedroom, and he was happy to see it had been furnished with a king bed, the entire place decorated with the right vibe. One that was enough him it seemed fitting and he wouldn’t absolutely hate it there, but enough of the role he was playing to not raise suspicion. Back in the living room was a small deep blue sectional couch facing a brick fireplace with a tv mounted to the wall above it. A couple of shelves in the corners littered with nick knacks, an ashtray tucked away in the corner, and there were even already a couple of empty beer bottles on the coffee table. Little props to make it seem like it was lived in and Joe hadn’t just rocked up to an empty place, subtle but nice touch. He was pleased when he checked the fridge and cupboards that there was already a couple tea and coffee varieties, a bottle of red and a pack of beer, the fridge stocked with the basic condiments as well as milk, eggs, orange juice, a couple frozen pizzas stashed away in the freezer.

So far he knew the game plan was to shift into character until Thursday night where he was to attend his first event, meet the main players and the group of girls that would be his responsibility. The Manhattan Elite wasn’t your usual sex ring party operation. While you would find them at house parties held in brownstones around the city that had that seedy vibe to them, a lot of what they did was move the girls around to other parties, more luxurious ones, private events, premiers, art gallery openings. They marketed more as an escort service, despite the fact that the girls were not there by choice (or at least they hadn’t been at the beginning). Sometimes the girls were shuttled off solo or in pairs to be specific people’s dates for the evenings, just wanting someone young and pretty on their arm to smile and bat their eyelashes and laugh at the appropriate moment and compliment at the other. (Usually with a happy ending too). Other times they were sent off to events all together, these nights they had the Elite brand bracelet or necklace on, and instead of just being manhandled by men in front of everyone, they were bid on by the colour of the stone inside the jewelry. The highest bidder simply owned them for the night. It was all very underground, and very well protected, which is why having Joe on the inside would help finally bring this ring down for good.

For now, he figured he should get settled in, make it look like he was the one living here in case a boss man ever showed up unannounced. He made sure his bags were unpacked, purposely wrinkling up some clothes to toss in the hamper, left a hoodie over a chair in the living room and made sure to plug in his burner phone in the bedroom before he locked up. If he was staying here basically permanently he’d need groceries, more substantial food to get through however long he would be here. The bodega around the corner thankfully had everything he needed and he was back to his new home before he knew it, opting to just toss one of the frozen pizzas in the oven for tonight.

Joe settled on the couch with his plate of food and a beer, flicking on the tv for some background noise while he ate. Pizza plate to the side he pulled out the case files, disguised in plain file folders not NYPD labelled ones for extra security, there was no better time than the present to make sure he was completely up to speed on the case. He needed the facts to be drilled into his brain so he could keep all his wires uncrossed and making sense, easier to not slip up that way.

Thursday rolled around and Joe got a text from Quinn to be ready downstairs no later than six forty five and dressed appropriately. He wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, double checking if tonight was one of the higher end events, it wasn’t, but previous bodyguards had shown up looking strung out, as long as he was put together enough it’d be fine. Joe opted for a pair of dark wash jeans, a deep blue fitted shirt and pulled on his leather jacket over top. It was chic-casual, he would blend in just enough without being completely lost in the crowd. He got a quick run down on the way over and was surprised to find out they weren’t going straight to the event. Quinn laughed at that,

“You’re escorting these girls, how the fuck could you do that if you’re not the one drivin’ ‘em?”

They pulled up at a large apartment building on the lower west side and Quinn was quick to lead him to the elevator, the doors sliding open to a suite on the upper levels. It, again, surprised Joe with how nice it was and he wondered just how much money this ring was pulling in. The elevator opened to a small entry way, he followed Quinn down the hall to the left that opened up into a large kitchen and living room area, he could see a proper dining room through a large archway and a set of stairs off to the right of the living room that he assumed lead to bedrooms.

Kayra stepped into view in the kitchen, glass of bourbon in his hand and a wide grin on his face, extending a hand out to his new friend.

“So glad you decided to join us Jose.” He greeted.

“Thanks.” He smiled back, accepting the firm handshake.

“You’ve got an easy one tonight, most of the girls have already been assigned.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Annual event, same clientele each year, most of ‘em booked ahead with special requests.”

Before he could continue there was a loud whistle from upstairs followed by a muffled shouting and the clamoring of the girls as they gathered their last minute things.

“The girls live here?” He asked and Kayra nodded,

“Ten of ‘em.” Joe’s eyes widened and Kayra chuckled, “it’s not that big, they share rooms mostly.”

“It’s a nice place.”

“Family money.” He gave him a knowing look, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together and Joe did his best to let out a small chuckle. Distracted with small talk, having to keep the ball rolling as Kayra grilled him briefly on his background in security work, he missed the girls coming downstairs, only alerted by the sound of stilettos on the hardwood directly behind him before you spoke.

“This the new guy?”

“Play nice sweetheart.” Kayra warned with a laugh and Joe turned to catch a look of who might be trouble later on. He was surprised with just how put together you looked, dress clinging in all the right places, accentuating the curve of your breasts perfectly, hair and makeup done with expertise of someone who’d been doing this for a while.

“I won’t bite.” You retorted, your eyes shifting from Kayra to Joe, handing him a small tablet and opening up an app, “everything about who ordered what is in here, including pricing, payment and how long the rental is valid for. You’re responsible for making sure all payments went through in full and no one runs over their time, understood?”

Joe nodded, skimming through the app as he looked through what jewelry stones were going where. Behind him Kayra and Quinn had moved to look over the girls, making sure that they were up to standards, not too tipsy already, and were upholding the reputation of Elite. Joe’s eyes flicked up from the tablet to the jewel nestled at the swell of your breasts,

“I didn’t think diamond was an option?” He raised a brow with a smirk and you laughed.

“Oh I’m not on the menu.” You stepped closer, a finger poking into his chest, “I’m here to chaperone you pretty boy. Now you better hope you don’t fuck up on your first night.” You murmured, eyes flicking up to his and raising a brow.

“Y/n!” Kayra’s voice broke through your moment and you huffed, rolling your eyes as you turned back to him, “could you try not to scare this one away in less than twelve hours?” You gave him a little salute, pulling a chuckle from Joe, “and what did I tell you about chewing gum?”

“That it’s for street whores.” You grumbled, willingly spitting it out and chucking it into the garbage can.

“And you, my little rose,” his hand cupped at your chin, gently squeezing at your cheeks, “are better than that, right?” You nodded and he let your chin go, “alright, go have fun, and try not to get into too much trouble tonight. If I have to bail you out one more time I might have to replace you.”

“I will be on my best behaviour.” For extra show you did a little curtsey, “promise.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you.” He laughed in response, turning back to Joe, “you keep an eye on her too, don’t let her walk all over you.”

“On it boss.” He nodded, tucking the tablet into the inside pocket of his coat as you hit the button for the elevator.

He took the time to briefly do a headcount, assessing the other girls that were coming to this party. Thankfully none of them looked underage, but there were a couple who were definitely on the younger side, and one who looked very nervous. He watched at the way you grabbed at her hand to lead her into the elevator, the way you linked your arm in hers and pulled her to you. After a couple of words and a stunning smile from you the girl seemed to relax a little bit, though she seemed very attached to you. He assumed she was new, or nervous about her pairing for the night, if you really were chaperoning him, it was possible you were some kind of mother hen. When you’d mentioned not being on the menu it was very possible you were high up, it was clear Kayra respected you to a point, but still held control over you and he was curious to learn more about just how exactly you fit into the dynamic.

As he watched you with the other girls, the way you stepped out of the elevator first, directly behind Quinn, the way your eyes darted across the city street as you crossed to the car, it was clear you had seen some shit. You really were their protector. He began to wonder if you would be easy to break, someone he could align himself with right off the bat, if you’d gotten roped into this mess somehow and brought it upon yourself to watch out for the rest of the girls because your own treatment had been so bad. That… or you’d been in the business far too long and you’d be the last to crack and never turn on anyone else, because you didn’t see yourself as a victim, you might think that Kayra loved you, putting you up in that nice penthouse, making sure you had nice clothes and such.

Only time would tell. And Joe certainly wasn’t going to complain about spending more of that with you.

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typingtess · 3 years

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Tiptoeing through the “Fukushu″ guest cast

Christopher Sean as LAPD RHD Detective Jack Tanaka Was Paul Narita on Days of Our Lives, Gabriel Waincroft in Hawaii Five-0 and Bing Lee in The Lizzie Bennet Diaries. Had guest roles in You, The Bay, The Mindy Project, Hollywood Heights and The Bold and the Beautiful.

On the set.

Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa as Craig Tanaka| A longtime working actor who played Lt. AJ Shimamura in Nash Bridges, Capt. Terry Harada in Hawaii, Satoshi Takeda in Revenge, Hiroki Watanabe in Lost in Space (2018) and Nobusuke Tagomi as The Man in the High Castle.

Guest roles include The Wizard, MacGyver (1987), The Colbys, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Hotel, Miami Vice, Superboy, Moonlighting, Alien Nation, Mission Impossible (1989), Hardball, Baywatch, Raven, Renegade, Space Rangers, Thunder in Paradise, Babylon 5, Cybill, Sabrina the Teenage Witch (1996), Stargate SG-1, Poltergeist: The Legacy, Vengeance Unlimited, Seven Days, Walker Texas Ranger (2000), Heroes, Beyond the Break, Hawaii Five-0 (2011), Teen Wolf and The Librarians.

Sebastian Sozzi as LAPD Detective Matt Guerrero Was The Falcon in My Generation, Vinny Cruz in Blue Bloods, Diego Carranza in The Red Line and Cole from Fear the Walking Dead. Played Kevin Deacon in the terrific “The Arizona” episode, the season 17 accidental finale, of the mothership.

Guest appearances include Third Watch, Six Degrees, The Black Donnellys, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, Law & Order, House, Ironside (2013), Castle, Dynasty (2017), Criminal Minds and All Rise.

Jose Yenque as Navy Captain Carlos Fuentes Played Darrell Ray in Days of Our Lives and Gabe Herrera in The Division. Was Officer John Alcala on JAG.

Appeared in episodes of The X-Files, Chicago Hope, Nash Bridges, Providence, City of Angels, ER, NYPD Blue, Angel, Presidio Med, The Agency, Without a Trace, CSI: Miami, Lincoln Heights, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Nip/Tuck, Law & Order: SVU, Lost, 1600 Penn, Lucifer and The Last Ship.

Selfie on the Paramount lot. Trailer selfie.

Obi Ndefo as Joyner Played Bodie Wells on Dawson’s Creek and Rak’nor in Stargate SG-1.

Guest starred in episodes of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, The Wayans Bros., The Jamie Foxx Show, 3rd Rock from the Sun, Angel, Star Trek: Voyager Columbo (2000), The District, Crossing Jordan, NYPD Blue, Half & Half, The West Wing and Beauty and The Baller.

In August of 2019, Ndefo, as a pedestrian, was hit by a drunk driver. He lost both of his legs around the knee. Video about his recovery here.

Dashiell Connery as Jason Quinn Appeared in an episode of The Rookie and Animal Kingdom. Connery is the son of actors Jason Connery and Mia Sara (“Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”) and grandson of Sean Connery.

Peter Holden as Benjamin Strauss Was Don Yolk in Brainstorm. Played a Vector Control Worker in the season eight “Royals and Loyals” NCIS episode.

Was a guest star in The Wonder Years (1993), The Pretender, Frasier, Charmed (2000), Philly, CSI (2002), The Division, Miss Match, 10-8: Officers on Duty, The District, 24, Scrubs, Cold Case, Bones, Desperate Housewives, Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior, Ghost Whisperer, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Scandal, Castle, Matador, Masters of Sex, Ray Donovan, Lethal Weapon, Chances, SEAL Team, Lethal Weapon, Good Girls and Goliath.

Michael Fitzgerald as Billy Strauss British actor with many BBC credits including Doctor Who and Midsomer Murders. Played Oliviero Carafa in Borgia.

Tyler Capri Clark as Molly Had guest roles in episodes of Modern Family The Catch, Timeless, I’m Dying Up Here, SWAT, Station 19, Good Trouble, The Affair, Why Women Kill and The Haves and Have Nots.

Duncan Campbell as NCIS Special Agent Castor Last seen learning sign language in “Signs of Change” in season 12.

Written by: Kyle Harimoto wrote “Omni”, “Merry Evasion”, “Chernoff, K”, “Command and Control” as episode 150, “Granger, O.”, “Ghost Gun”, “Kulinda”, “767”, “Se Murio El Payaso”, “Assets”/“Liabilities”, “Venganza”, “Superhuman”, “One of Us", “Let Fate Decide” (season 11 premiere), “Decoy”, “Answers” , “Watch Over Me” and “Cash Flow”. He co-wrote “Three Hearts”, “Leipei”, “Humbug”, both ends of the “Matryoshka” two-parter, “Smokescreen” part two, “Searching”, “A Fait Acompli” and “A Tale of Two Igors”.

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under the rose: part 5|th

moodboard courtesy of @mcuspidey

SUMMARY: Would you do anything for the person you love?

Would you do anything for the person you lust?

PAIRING: Agent!Tom Holland x Agent!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

sub rosa: adjective and adverb. formal. happening or done in secret. directly translated from latin: “under the rose.”

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This will be the final chapter of Under the Rose! I’m so thrilled to have finished this story and that so many people enjoyed it. Thank you for your continuous support. If you want to find me, I’ll be writing my ongoing series “The Siren!”

Part 5: Bullet Straight Through My Brain

Everything was different when you returned to the evil lair. A certain special night would change your outlook on this mission for its remainder, but that wasn’t the only dissonance that rattled the metal walls. There was a certain way that the gang was looking at you that had you on edge. You ignored it for the time being, but each glare buried itself in your skin like a bullet.

While watching that afternoon’s football game, you sat sideways in your chair with your feet sitting in Tom’s lap, his arms loosely lounging atop your shins. Every so often he would run his rough hands over the smooth skin of your legs, and at one point he even removed your shoes to massage your feet. It was comforting, especially in the midst of men who seemed as if they wanted to harm you at any given second.

Boss was in his office, and he hadn’t shown any sign of coming out to join the others. When the cold stares got too much, you decided to busy yourself and hopefully get the tiniest amount of intel. For the past three weeks, you had been flirting with each of the men without any qualms, but as you approached the door to knock, you felt yourself turn back to Tom, wishing that you could apologize before being let in. His beautiful, deep brown eyes looked sad but knowing. He couldn’t blame you, the agency had told you to do whatever it took.

He was frowning when you entered into his space. You hadn’t seen the room before. There were no security cameras to hack into, and you hadn’t coughed up the bravery to try and enter before today. It was funny how fear of the other men had brought you face to face with the man that worried you the most.

“Can I help you, Miss Rose?”

You smiled, devilishly, tossing your faux hair behind you and sitting down on a chair across from his desk. He was typing furiously on his desktop computer, and you would give anything to lean over and take a look at what it was.

That would come later. For now, you needed to wear him out.

“I think you can, Mr. Bossman,” you still hated the way that the New Jersey accent sounded. You brought your voice to a higher pitch when you spoke with it, and if you were somebody else, you would have been annoyed with it.

He stopped typing, “How so, dear?” his chin was spotted with scruff, and he removed the sunglasses that shaded his eyes, revealing a set of baby blues that you had only just realized that this was your first time seeing.

Standing, you circled around the right side of the desk, sitting on it in front of him, “It was just...getting a little boring. Sports have never really been my thing.”

You leaned over, resting your elbow on your leg and your chin in your hand. Your low-cut shirt was revealing everything that you did and didn’t want the man to see. You were disgusted with yourself, but this had been the plan from the start. Men like Boss revealed the most when they were being seduced. Tom’s sad eyes were at the forefront of your mind, but you couldn’t stop now. This had been the plan from the start.

Boss smiled, pleased with the situation, and rolled his chair closer to his desk to where you were sitting, “I see.”

You had had plenty of meaningless kisses in your lifetime, especially when you were in high school. You had gone on numerous dates solely for the promise of a free meal. Boss’s lips on yours was the least meaningful interaction that you had ever encounter. His intention was full of sexual drive, while yours was just another part of the job. It was not Y/N who was cheating, it was Rose, and you needed to keep that distinction for your own sanity.

His hands were on your body, and you were separating yourself from the situation, viewing yourself as an outside source looking in. This wasn’t you, it was someone else. Eyes squeezed shut, too much fear to open them. You had gone from an exhilarating sexual experience to one that you knew you would want to forget as soon as it was over.

As he kissed your neck, as unwanted chills spilled down your spine, you took the opportunity to peak at the computer screen that thankfully hadn’t fallen asleep. You winced when you felt his teeth, knowing that his mark would be visible, but you squinted as he continued, attempting to see a name, a location, anything.

He was on your collarbone now, and you were memorizing an address that was labeled “Secondary Pickup Location.”

“What are you…” Boss had stopped, noticing your inactivity, but when your attention snapped back to him, it was too late. You had been caught focusing on the wrong thing. His eyes turned dark, the blue in them suddenly no longer charming, but terrifying. You were panicking now, ashamed of your stupidity. You could have waited. You could have done the deed and let him sleep. This was it. Mission blown. Cover destroyed.

Only your cover, though. Tom was still out there, unaware, and you weren’t going to let that change. He was smart, if Boss killed you in his office, he wouldn’t give himself up. He would wait until the day was done, and then report you killed in action. He may care about you, but you would do the same if you were him.

And you trusted him. You had to trust him.

It was almost mystical, the way everything had changed. You had never seen yourself trusting Tom Holland. It took being put in this life-or-death scenario to come to the conclusion that trust was essential to this mission. If none of this had happened, you might have already gotten yourselves killed a lot sooner.

Your mind wandered because it hadn’t accepted your fate.

“A nark. You’re a fucking nark,” he lunged for you, but you rolled out of his grip and took a swing to his jaw, making contact, feeling both the skin on his face and the skin on your knuckle break. You had a ring on, but that only did so much.

“Oh yeah. Definitely a fucking undercover cop. I should have known,” this time he was faster than you expected a man of his size to be, and he caught a clump of your wig in his fist. He had gone to yank your actual hair, but instead, this ripped both the wig and the pins keeping it in place off of your head, your natural hair color falling out of place and across your eyes.

“Bitch. You really thought you could fool us, huh?” he kicked his heel into your nose, the crack echoing in your head, blood spilling down the front of your mouth. Ouch.

“I had you fooled, bastard,” you tried to shake the dizziness away to stand, but this time he kicked your chest, knocking the wind out of you, and throwing you back another foot.

He gripped your real hair, pulling his face to you, “Is he in on it. Don’t you fucking lie to me, either, I’ll know if you’re lying.”

No, he really wouldn’t.

“He’s not! He’s not. He was a customer, he talked about his application for this job at the restaurant while we flirted. It was where we got the plan.”

“Who?”

“NYPD. I work for the SVU.”

Lies lies lies. He was eating up your lies like candy, thank goodness.

“Well then. Let’s see if he agrees.”

Picked up by your hair, again, the door was kicked open, a surprise flurry of heads jerking to the direction of the sound.

“Johnny, mate, it seems your little plaything has a problem.”

Tom’s eyes remained neutral, he looked to you, then to Boss, “She wasn’t coming onto you was she, sir? I promise she can be a bit of a flirt, but-”

“She’s a nark, Johnny.”

He feigned surprise, “What?”

“SVU cop. Sound familiar?”

“SV...what?”

“Special Victims Unit, trying to take us down. I thought you might be her partner but…” he tossed you down, forcing you to your hands and knees. You felt the impact of his foot on your stomach, but you had started to try and see all of the pain from the outside like you had when his hands had been begging for you. This was someone else’s pain, Rose’s pain, not your own.

“It looks like your the one who’s as dumb as a doornail. She had you hook, line, and sinker, Johnny Bruno. How’s that make you feel?”

“Pissed off, Boss.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Show this bitch who’s the doornail,” Tom stood and walked over to you, lifting you to your feet by your shirt, clutching your chin, inches away from having you in a chokehold, “We’ll be right back, boss.”

He threw you into Boss’s office for good measure, but when the door shut, you felt yourself running into his arms and melting into tears. You had been trained for situations like this, but now face to face with your worst nightmare, it was hard to recollect your training.

“Y/N, stop crying. Hey, Y/N, it’s okay,” there were strokes on your back, but they weren’t doing anything to stop the heaving sobs, the fear, your inevitable fate.

“Tom. I’m done. Stay in this. Take care of your next partner. Okay?”

“Y/N, we can get you out of this, I’m sure the agency has already sent backup-”

“This isn’t the police, Tom. They won’t compromise the mission to save my life. Don’t you remember everything we were briefed on?”

He cursed.

“Punch me, in the face. I can’t go back looking the same.”

“I’m not going to-”

“Yes, you are. Fucking punch me in the face, Tom.”

Impact, white, a sea of stars, and when you went to open your eyes, only one would open. He had caused it to swell shut, and while it wasn’t the most pleasant feeling, it was precisely what needed to happen, but it would menial compared to what was next.

“Tom, look at me,” you had stopped crying now, your training was starting to reinstate itself, and you did everything possible to clear your head. You took his face in your hands, wiping a short tear off his cheek, “it has to be you.”

“What?”

“You have to do it. It will keep your cover.”

“No!” he pulled you off him, looking insulted by your statement, “Y/N, we don’t kill our own.”

“Tom!” you wanted to yell, but his safety was too much at risk, so you stuck to a harsh whisper, “Please. Don’t let them take the most valuable thing I have from me. I don’t want it to be them. Insist on it being you. Please.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Yes, you can.”

With another hug and a kiss on the forehead, he cursed again, then shoved you back out for the rest of the boys to see, each of them looking pleased with his work. You took a few aching steps towards them, before buckling, letting your knees drop to the floor. There was no spot on you that didn’t hurt, but fortunately, that wouldn’t last too long.

“Execution style, nice choice, Narky,” Hardy approached you, then spat in your face, you wiped your eyes, disgusted, and spat right back at him, which only gained you a kick in the head.

Boss had his gun to your head as soon as you sat back up on your knees, “Ready for lights out?”

Silence. You waited. He had to. Goddamnit, he had to.

“Boss, let me.”

Finally.

“Bruno? Not going to lie, not what I expected. You ever kill someone before?”

He didn’t say anything as he pulled the gun from Boss’s hand, giving him a dark look, then refocusing it on you.

“I love you, Johnny.”

“Don’t say another word to me.”

“My lies were only for your own good.”

“I’m not a fan of games, Nark.”

He was speaking to you, in code. Your final conversation.

“I know you aren’t,” you spoke softly.

The gun was pressed into your temple now, Tom standing tall above you. Time was slowing, and all you saw was everything flashing ahead of you. The glass breaking in your childhood home. Then, going to the hospital for a detox you hadn’t known you needed, a result of the meth lingering in that same childhood home. There you were, arresting the Magic Man, signing your contract with the agency, being assigned to work with Tom Holland, something you had dreaded at the time. You saw your reflection in the mirror after trying on that red wig, Tom’s complaints about letting his hair fall naturally, the daily drives to the warehouse.

Your one and only night together, the fact that he wanted to see you again.

Did he want to, or were you just another woman for his repertoire? You would never know the answer no matter how much you craved it. The question that had been plaguing you since you started this mission. You had countlessly proved yourself to lay your life on the line for him. At this point, you would practically do anything for him. Now, you were even willing to die for him.

Was Tom Holland a good man?

Yes, I would die for you baby, but would you do the same?

UNDER THE ROSE

by SpideyPeach

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Changes: A Sonny x Reader fic

(You know I’m in too deep with a fandom when I start writing fics...)

Sonny Carisi is ruining my expectations of men and, much to my dismay, slowly converting me into a “legs” woman. So it’s no wonder I want to write cute fluffy stories about him. Except this one doesn’t start out so fluffy. Like no fluff at all. Actually a lot of mutual loathing. But hey, what’s the opposite of hate? Yep! Love. We’ll get there folks ;)

Title: Changes Ship: Sonny x Reader (OC female character) Chapters: 1/? (should be more to come) Links: AO3, FF.net (or see below the cut), Chapter List

Notes: I love Carisi so much and Peter does such a fantastic job portraying him (and he's absolutely gorgeous to boot). It's hard to see Sonny as anything but a total sweetheart...But I wanted to try something a bit different. What if he and a love interest got off on the wrong foot and she was really annoyed by everything he did? How does that dynamic change when they finally start getting to know each other? Hope you enjoy! It was a quick idea that popped into my head. I do plan on continuing it for a bit, so any feedback would be loved!

Chapter 1: Summer Hire

This is the point in your life where you’d probably hear a record scratch and a voice-over version of yourself would say: “I bet you’re wondering how I ended up here?”

Well, you suppose it’s not the worst thing in the world but it’s not the exact vision you had had for yourself when you moved to New York.

You’re a university graduate. You did a Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in biology upstate and, after finding your calling as a teacher, you completed a Master's in education to top it all off. The affiliations and contacts you made there led you to NYC when a part-time lecturer position opened up in Manhattan. It is in your discipline and you only have to teach one course per semester. It’s your foot in the door, doing something you truly love. But, the part-time position also comes with some drawbacks. The classes you teach aren’t offered in the summer, and with a wage that pays you by the lecture, summer break essentially means your income comes to a halt. New York isn’t exactly a city to offer affordable living either. This means money is tight, leaving you with no other choice but to seek out some temp work.

And low and behold, a position at the NYPD’s special victim’s unit became your new meal ticket. Being a teacher already means that you have the necessary police background checks completed and you have previously dealt with an issue on campus that vouches for your credibility when it comes to confidentiality. You are hired no problem, but the downside is that the job is for a bookkeeper. And bookkeeping is the fancy term the NYPD used for “clean up the paperwork messes we’ve let accumulate”. But a job’s a job and it will cover your summer bills.

So here you are: It’s your first day as SVU’s “bookkeeper” and you were told to find Sgt. Olivia Benson when you arrive. You walk into the squad room and your ears are immediately overwhelmed by ringing phones and the sounds of chatter. There are detectives whizzing by, going about whatever it is they do. You hug your notebook to your chest as you try to seek out the sergeant among the chaos. You see a brunette head into an office and figure that she’s your best bet.

“Hello,” you speak meekly, as you stand at the door.

The woman spins around and greets you with a quizzical smile.

“I’m here for the summer bookkeeper position,” you continue.

“Oh, yes! Welcome to SVU. Let me introduce you to the squad.” Sgt. Benson leads you to the center of the squad room and hollers to get everyone’s attention. “Listen up, everyone! This is our newest member of the team. She’s here to take care of all the filing messes you’ve left around here.”

You hear a chorus of lighthearted groans and chuckles from the rest of the team as Benson gives you a pat on the back.

Just then a tall, lanky man comes lumbering in towards the two of you. “Really, Sarge? A temp?” he scoffs.

“Carisi,” starts Benson, sounding very much like a mom scolding her son, “you know just as much as everyone else here that we have a backlog of case reports that need serious filing”.

He shrugs his shoulders, raising his hands as if to say whatever, you’re in charge! before walking away and plunking himself down at a desk.

Benson shows you to your new work station and the mounds of filing that are in disarray. “Don’t worry,” she reassures you with a warm smile, “it just takes these folks time to warm up to new faces.”

But it’s too late you think as she walks past that Carisi guy. His arrogance has immediately put you off. Him and his smug attitude. You get the same kind of defiance from your teenage students, for crying out loud!

The days go by, albeit slowly, as you trudge through paperwork. You’ve familiarized yourself with their previous filing system and are trying to sort and stack to match it. It’s tedious work but overall, not the worst possible job. The one thing that does annoy you though is Carisi. You watch him around the office from time to time. He’s got a loud, boisterous voice that always lets everyone know when he’s around. He’s got that brow of his which always seems to be knitted in disgust. Even the way he saunters around like he’s some tough guy makes you feel sick. And he always stands there with his hand on his hip like he’s someone important. Not to mention how brash he is with everyone he talks to and how he’s always trying to show off his legal knowledge to anyone who’ll listen…and even to those who won’t.

On top of his general demeanor, he has not exactly been friendly with you either. He clearly hasn’t given you the benefit of the doubt and he definitely doesn’t consider you a squad member. In all fairness, you’re not really a part of their detective team, but you still see these people everyday. Most of them make an effort to be nice to you. You can even sometimes overhear him let out these little quips about the paperwork or he’ll refer to you like you’re not even there. Carisi never ceases to make your eyes roll or your blood boil.

About a month into the job, you decide you need to work late. There’s at least a year’s worth of backlog and you really want to get the ball rolling with the organization. On top of that though, during the day you came across a really big mess. Folders that have cases mixed up and they desperately need proper sorting. So, overtime it is!

Everyone had already left and it’s just you in your messy bun, shuffling through countless papers and files. Well, you thought you were the only one left…

But of course, in comes Carisi with that stomach-churning saunter and that grumpy face of his. You let out an annoyed sigh. How was he going to try to insult you this time?

“You’re still here, newbie?” he chirps when he sees you.

“Backlog of paperwork, remember?” you quip back with just the perfect amount of sass.

“Ah, yes, how could I forget? Very important job and all…” His words absolutely drip with sarcasm but you are adamant that you won’t let him get to you. So, you just roll your eyes and turn back to your work.

When he notices your lack of rebuttal, he adds, “Clockin’ some oh-tee, myself. Mighta missed a lead in somma these files from our latest case.” He rolls up his sleeves as he speaks, exposing his forearms.

You, too, notice how warm the squad room is. Damn summer heat.

“That’s nice.” You fake a smile, watching him from the corner of your eye.

He plops down at his station a row across from your work-space, stretching himself out as his long, lanky legs crowd out his desk space. Carisi glances down as if he’s about to delve into his work, but then looks back up and over to you. You feel his blue eyes boring into you from a distance. “Why the hell you take this stupid job anyway? I assume the pay is total crap.”

Your head snaps up to glare at him. What a bold statement. He knows nothing about you yet he has the audacity to assume that this job is worthless? He probably thinks you’re just some desperate girl who needs to take whatever job she can get. Nothing to her name; nothing of worth.

“For your information,” you punctuate the words, “the college courses I teach aren’t offered in the summer.” You wanted your words to be a knife and to twist them so as to wipe the smug look off his face.

“Yourra teacher?” he says, taken aback.

You’ve got him! Not so smug now! “Yes, biological sciences at one of the colleges here in Manhattan.”

Carisi looks genuinely shocked. His eyebrows are raised and he’s just staring at you. You’ve finally rendered the mouthy detective speechless. You would do a victory dance, but you wouldn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you enjoyed it that much.

“Wow,” he states with a small smile, “that’s really awesome.”

A compliment. Wow indeed. But then you notice something. His normally knitted, grumpy eyebrows that you detest so much are actually softened and expressive. In fact, his whole demeanor has suddenly changed. He looks…kind.

“What?” You finally break the silence, still trying to put up the hardened front.

“Nothin’. Just neva knew that ‘bout you. Why haven’t you said anything?” he questions.

“You never asked,” you reply simply. And, before you can stop yourself, you add: “Besides, I’m just a temp.” You immediately regret saying it. It was a dirty dig, especially when Carisi was actually trying to be nice.

“Yeah,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, ��Sorry ‘bout that...”

His apology hangs heavily in the air for a few long moments before you decide to quietly utter: “It’s alright.”

You both silently return to your work for another few hours. Eventually, however, you can’t see straight. Your eyes hurt and your headache is growing worse. Your glasses had slipped so far down your nose that someone may mistake you for a little old granny. Your hair is sticking out in all directions, seemingly trying to escape its bun-prison. It’s most definitely time for you to head home.

You look up to see Carisi totally overcome with fatigue as well. He has bags under his eyes from a hard day. You know his job isn’t easy and you can admit that he actually does take it very seriously.

You stand up and close the open file in front of you. Your movements release Carisi from his work-induced trance. “Headin’ out?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Can’t take anymore of this tonight.”

“I should call it a night too,” he says, standing up and straightening his tie. “Uh, lemme walk you home. It’s real late and there’s creeps hangin’ ‘round at this hour.”

You catch his eye. He looks genuinely apologetic. 'You' from a couple of weeks ago would have said no way in hell. Heck, 'You' from a couple of hours ago would have shut him down instantly. But something makes you say yes. For some reason your gut is telling you to give him a chance – that maybe you had judged him a little too quickly as well. “Sure,” you nod. “Thanks, detective.”

He flashes you a half smile. “Please, call me Sonny.”

Notes: Unfortunately, society does a lot of labeling and judging based on very little information. Doesn't matter what job you have or what you look like. If you take the chance to get to know someone, you may be pleasantly surprised :)

Chapter 2 here

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