#rafael barba will date him!

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City Views

Rafael Barba x reader warnings: language, smut, oral, a form of cock warming i guess? lol, dirty talking, cum shot. requested: yup. can't remember who lol. Havent written for Barba or watched his eps in a while so hopefully this isn’t ooc.

Rafael was in his home office later than he had originally planned, one thing simply turned into another and another and another, the next thing he knew the small pile of paperwork had become a mountain. Normally this was just a minor frustration, but tonight was supposed to be date night.

When you’d first gotten home you’d checked in, leaving a kiss on the top of his head, asking how long he thought he would be. An hour and a half later and you were back, sliding a glass of scotch onto his desk with a small sigh and a raised brow that silently asked when he was going to close up shop. An hour after that you’d given up hope for stage one, wandering back into the office to place a take out container on his desk, making sure that he at least ate. Every intrusion pulled his focus, causing him to lose his train of thought and have to start all over again, even if you didn’t actually say anything. Which is why when the door creaked open again he let out a huff, his pen lifting up off the paper as he started to speak.

“If you interrupt me one more time so help me god I will—” He completely forgot how to speak when his eyes moved from the paper in front of him to the doorway and his mouth practically started to water.

You’d changed out of your clothes, a simple yet stunning black lace three piece set hugging your skin perfectly, adorned with light pink flowers, though the kicker was Rafael’s favourite shirt draped over your shoulders, hanging open in the front so he could get a glimpse of the lingerie. You let out a small chuckle, sauntering through the room up to the side of his desk and your fingers curled under his chin, closing his mouth.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“I...” he started, gulping as his eye swept over your body, lingering on the swell of your chest and you smiled.

“See something you like?”

“I most certainly do.” His hands came to grip your hips, tugging you towards him as they slid up your sides, spreading warmth across your skin, “querida you look amazing, but you know I have to finish this.”

“No one said anything about you stopping.” With a smirk you sunk to your knees, hands spreading his legs so you could settle between them, “I’m sure I can find something to keep me occupied.”

“Christ.” Muttering, he shook his head at you, nudging you backwards slightly so his chair was closer to the desk and he picked up his pen again.

Only a moment later your hands were softly rubbing up and down the inside of his thighs, squeezing every so often and every time he glanced down he had a perfect view of your cleavage, pushed up by the fancy bra, your nipples nearly peaking over the top of the lace. He took a deep breath, feeling himself twitching in his pants already and did his best to focus on the work in front of him.

Your hands continued to rub up his thighs, one of them coming even higher to palm at his cock through his pants and he let out a groan, unable to control his hips rocking toward the touch. You continued to grope him, smirking at the feeling of him starting to get hard, knowing just what kind of an affect you were having on him. Your hands reached up to his belt, undoing the buckle before slipping into his pants, pulling them down a few inches to pull his cock out and he let out a hiss.

You spat into your hand before wrapping it around him, beginning to lazily stroke, letting out a needy whine as he got hard, twitching in your hand. Above you he let out a soft sigh, his eyes briefly closing, fingers clenching around his pen before he attempted to shake out of it.

“You like that?” You asked, a smirk in your voice as your hand tightened around him, squeezing ever so softly and a drop of pre-cum began to leak out of his tip.

“You know I do.” He groaned, hips rocking toward you, thrusting his cock further into your hand.

“If this is too distracting I could always just play with myself…” You teased, your hand leaving him and trailing down your own body. You barely got it to the waist of your panties before Rafael let out a low growl, catching your other wrist in his hand, tugging you closer to him.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head, “you know better than that.”

Grinning, you leant forward on your knees, your hands braced on his upper thighs and your tongue darted out to wet your lips, “you want me to suck your cock while you work? Keep you nice and warm and hard until you’re finally ready to fuck me?” You licked a broad stripe up from the base of his cock to the tip, flicking it, lapping up the pre-cum as you did so and he twitched again, “stretch my pussy out, fuck me nice and deep, filling me up completely.” Your words were accented by kisses along his shaft, sucking at the sensitive skin, “I’m wet already just thinking about it.”

Rafael’s free hand tangled into your hair, redirecting your mouth so he could drive his cock between your lips, “then get to work.”

“Mmmhm.” You mumbled back, slowing sinking down on his cock until the tip of it hit the back of your throat.

You held yourself there, tongue drawing patterns across his cock, tracing the veins as you moaned around him, sucking him deeper into your mouth, feeling him throb. You hollowed your cheeks, relaxing your throat so he could press even further into you. You could hear the scratching of his pen as he scribbled through whatever he was working on, but you could also hear that his breathing was getting laboured. Rafael began to shift uncomfortably in his seat, your mouth incredibly warm and wet around him, holding him there, tickling at his cock with your tongue. He twitched inside your mouth, letting out a quiet swear when you moaned around him, the vibration enough to make him stall in his words. You could feel the drool pooling in the corners of your mouth beginning to leak out of your lips, smearing around the base of his cock and you finally pulled off, taking a gasping breath.

Your hand replaced your lips, stroking up and down his length while your mouth moved down to his balls, sucking them into your mouth, your tongue toying with them. A groan left your lips as you rubbed your thighs together, pussy pulsing around nothing, eager for Rafael’s cock to fill you up. Your mouth slipped off his balls, a string of drool connecting the base of his cock to your lips and you glanced up at him with a smirk when you felt his eyes on you.

“God you’re so pretty like this…” he mumbled, his hand caressing your cheek gently, thumb tracing the outline of your lips and you were quick to suck it into your mouth. “Such a good little cock sucker.”

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, causing you to chase after it, your lips landing on the head of his cock when he wrapped his hand around it, redirecting it into your mouth before his hand moved to the back of your head. He guided you up and down, pressing ever so lightly on your head when you deep throated him, setting up a languid pace for you to bob on his cock. As relaxed as you were, you weren’t afraid to start to make a bit of a mess, spit slicking his length, coating your lips, smearing across the crotch of his pants, a bit of drool dripping down your chin.

Rafael could feel his heart racing in his chest, the sounds coming from below him were driving him absolutely wild and he knew by the way you’d began rocking your hips in time with your bobbing that your pussy was completely drenched. His writing was getting sloppier and he knew he was going to have trouble reading it in the morning, but the thoughts of work were slowing slipping from his mind as the only thing he began to worry about was the feeling of you choking on his dick. He managed another sentence before tossing down his pen and letting out a louder moan, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes.

You pulled off his cock with a lewd pop, a small giggle escaping your wet lips, “finished?”

“Something else came up.” He muttered, smirking down at you and you chuckled, still stroking him.

“Certainly did.” With a wink you wrapped your lips around his cock again, picking up the pace as his hips began to rock up to meet your mouth, hands tangling into your hair again. You took him as deep as you could, hands massaging his balls and he grunted, throbbing in your mouth before he finally pulled you off, leaving you panting.

“If you keep that up you’re gonna make me come.” His hands slid down to your shoulders, yanking you up and into his lap, where his hand found its way between your legs, cupping your heat, “and considering you’ve ruined these panties it would be a waste to not feel that gorgeous pussy.”

With a quick smirk Rafael leant in, catching your lips in a kiss, groaning over the taste of himself in your mouth as your tongues quickly started rolling against one another. His arms wound around you, holding you close as he stood up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You couldn’t resist grinding your clothed cunt against his hard on, your panties dampening from both sides now. He crossed the room to the couch across from his desk, gently dropping you onto it.

“Why don’t you get rid of that excuse for underwear?” He asked, his hands making quick work of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor behind him.

Your hands reached up behind your, un clasping the bra and tossing it aside, “you could just pull them to the side?”

“God you’re feeling dirty tonight, aren’t you?” Rafael grinned, stepping toward you so he could cup your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples and you let out a happy sigh that morphed into a moan when he pinched at them, gripping the flesh harder.

“Got bored,” your eyes fluttered shut as he continued to play with your tits, “watched a few videos…”

“And were you touching yourself?”

“Only over my panties.”

“Good girl.” His hands left your chest, one cupping your cheek to direct you into a kiss before he shoved his pants down, “now get up on your knees and turn around.”

You eagerly did as asked, bracing yourself on the back of the couch and sticking your ass out as Rafael dimmed the lights in the room, making the view through the darkened window come a little more to life. Stories above the city streets below, the skyline full of sparkling lights, night sky twinkling with stars, you were high enough there was a very little chance of anyone seeing you, but the thrill was still there and sent shivers through your body. Rafael’s hands soothed up your thighs, pulling your cheeks apart before his fingers slipped into your thong, pulling it off to the side to expose your glistening pussy.

“God you’re just fucking drenched.” He muttered, bending over you to swipe his tongue through your folds, pulling a gasp from your lips as he sucked on your cunt for a moment, growling at the taste of your juices. “Always so sweet querida.” Two of his fingers easily sunk into you and you couldn’t help but push back onto them, whining as your eyes fluttered shut and he chuckled, “and already ready for me… you really are needy tonight.”

“Raf.. please…” Your head fell forward onto your forearms, practically panting in need as his fingers danced across your body, a feather light touch on your skin that left fire in its tracks.

“God you’re so hot when you beg.” He replied, hand wrapping around his cock as he guided it your leaking cunt.

He rutted against you, cock sliding through your folds, smearing your juices all along it and you let out a long moan, body shaking as wetness leaked out of you. It wasn’t a want, it was a need, your pussy absolutely throbbing, your clit swollen and sensitive, twitching every time his dick rubbed past it. He finally gave you some relief when the head of his cock nudged at your cunt and your body relaxed, a sigh escaping your lips as he sunk deeper into your heat inch by inch.

“Fuck…” You groaned, pushing your hips back toward him, making sure every inch of him was fully seated inside your throbbing cunt.

“You’re squeezing me so tight already, shit.”

Rafael braced his hands on your hips, starting to pull his cock out until only the tip was left inside you before he sunk all the way in again, moaning right along with you. You were perfect, pussy fitting him like a fucking glove, pulsing around him like heaven, just the way he craved, the way he loved. He couldn’t help but set a steady pace, knowing you were both so riled up already he didn’t want to waste time but also didn’t want to come instantly. Each thrust of his hips were met with a little squeak or whimper from you, the harder ones earned moans, soft swears, his name tumbling from your lips like a sweet prayer.

“S-so good.” You groaned out, gripping the back of the couch harder when Rafael circled his hips, cock hitting every spot of your walls.

“Take me so well.” He husked, picking up the pace, a hand sliding up your back until it tangled into the roots of your hair, tugging your head up so you could see the faint reflection in the dark window.

“Fuck…”

“Like that don’t you?” He chuckled, “bet you wish they could see how you take my cock, hmm? How messy this little pussy is? God you’re dripping down your thighs that’s how much you like the way I fuck you, isn’t it?”

“Mmhmm.” You managed out, a strangled moan breaking free from your throat, “ ‘m close…so close…”

Rafael knew what you were begging for, and he knew he wasn’t far behind you, hand winding around you to find your clit, pads of his fingers rubbing at it, pressing harder with each circle. You were slick with wetness, clit hard and throbbing under his fingers while your pussy pulsed around his cock, juices coating it, squelching noises and the sound of skin on skin bouncing off the walls of the room.

“Come for me querida, come all over my cock.” He grunted, feeling himself throb inside you, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm, stuttering against yours as you cried out, pussy clamping down around him as your juices dribbled out, leaking down your thighs.

“Fuck!”

It was only a second later that he groaned, his hips hitting yours, cock deep inside your cunt as his cum shot out of him, coating your walls and you let out another whimper at the sensation. He squeezed at the base of his dick, making sure to fill you with as much cum as he could, your pussy milking every last drop out of him. He dropped his torso over yours, holding you flush to him as he panted, messy kisses pressed to the back of your shoulders as your bodies trembled together.

“Oh my god…” He mumbled and you laughed softly, shifting to collapse to the couch underneath him, whining when his cock slipped from you.

“Still mad about the interrupting?” You asked with a smirk as you rolled over and it was his turn to laugh.

“Absolutely not.”

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a little bit shy - rafael barba x reader smut

i wrote this like a year ago and never posted it???????? oml i kept thinking it was unfinished but like it’s 2700 words  😭 😭 😭 😭

 anyways i’m not rewriting it or even rereading it so!!! anyways, this is shitty but it’s mine so it’s fine

warnings: shy!reader, smut, vaginal fingering, reader is a virgin (par hand stuff she’s done with rafael), reader owns a bookstore/cafe, written with an age gap in mind (rafael is like ?? 40?? 45??? reader is like 23/24), rafael is a babe and i love him, your honour, also rafael is a brief man and nobody can convince me otherwise, also like the office spoilers ig??? but nothing major, daddy/papi kink, the reader may have a slight humiliation kink (it’s self-projection babes), also the translation is through google so sorry if it is incorrect!

(word count: 2740)

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You sat on the counter of your café, reading one of Stephen King’s books. You had closed up at 19:00 like you did every day (par Sundays where you closed up at 17:00); however, you had stayed behind in your store, deciding that you would leave when the rain cleared up - which, it hadn’t. You looked at the grandfather clock standing up against the wall - quarter past nine. The time had flown by as you were too engrossed in your book to notice the world outside and join the world written on the pages. You sighed as you jumped off the counter, folding the corner of (what was now) your personal copy of Doctor Sleep, realising that the weather would not get better anytime soon. Grabbing your hoodie (while cursing your past self for not bringing a coat to work), you turned off the lights, ensuring the ovens and such were also turned off. You grabbed your keys, preparing for the harsh weather, before stepping outside (albeit reluctantly). The rain hit your face harshly, the wind almost making breathing impossible, as you made your way quickly (or as quick as the wind would let your body move) down the sidewalk. You should have probably just called an Uber as you got to the corner of the street. But, then again, you had money to return to the shop. You halted on the corner, debating it but rejecting the idea. You were already soaking from being outside for a few minutes, so what were another... 20... to your apartment. It took you about ten seconds to go to Rafael’s apartment. You had only been dating for a couple months, but his place was, at most, ten minutes away from your shop, and you were freezing. You rushed down the sidewalk until you got to his building, standing underneath a roof; you quickly texted him with trembling fingers, asking if he could let you in, figuring he wouldn’t hear your voice on the intercom system due to the wind. The door buzzed open within seconds, which you were highly thankful for, and you made your way to the elevator, which you took to the top floor. Rafael answered the door after you knocked, still in his suit (confirming your suspicion that he had not stopped working even now; you were pretty surprised he was even home, as he was usually spending all his free time in his office). His eyes went wide immediately, taking in your wet form. “Hermosa, wha-” he cut himself off (something you didn’t know he was even capable of doing) as he opened the door wider for you to come in. “You’re soaking,” he said as he reached for the zipper of your hoodie. “Really? I hadn’t noticed,” you quipped back as you slapped his hands away, grabbing the zipper to try to pull it down, but you couldn’t quite do it with your trembling hands (which were a dangerously dark red). Rafael grabbed it again, slapping your hands away this time, pulling the zipper down and peeling the fabric off your skin as it stuck to you. “What were you thinking?” he looked down at you sternly, causing you to roll your eyes. “Calm down, I’m fine-” “You’re going to get ill,” he interrupted, taking your phone from you and placing it on the coffee table face down (which seemed to be his way of telling you I’m taking this because you are almost vibrating from how cold you are, not because I’m going to look through your phone, Hermosa). “you need a shower.” “I’m fine!” you argued, and Rafael looked at you with a deadpan look. You stared at each other for about ten seconds before you gave in, mumbling quickly, “Fine.” He walked you towards the bathroom as if you didn’t know where it was and opened the door for you. A quick “thank you” later, and you were peeling off the rest of your clothes before figuring out how to turn on the shower. After about a minute (which felt like an eternity, considering you were feeling hypothermic), you grabbed a towel before heading back out to find Rafael putting your hoodie in a washing basket. “Rafael?” he turned around at that, his eyebrows furrowing - he was cute when he was overly concerned. You suddenly became aware that you were naked and blushed heavily, “How- how do you, um, turn the... shower on?” Once he showed you and left the room, you basked in the water, feeling your previously numb fingers returning to life. You were highly aware of how long you were in the shower, not wanting to waste water or heat or anything. As well as the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about how you were only one wall away from Rafael - totally naked. You took his (very expensive looking) shampoo and soap, cleaning yourself and your hair, before turning off the shower and leaving. Only then did you realise that you had no clothes - unless you would put on cold, wet ones. You wrapped the same towel around yourself before sheepishly entering the bathroom. Rafael smiled at you from his seat on his couch, his work abandoned on the dining table, his suit jacket on the back of one of the chairs and his tie looser than when he had answered the door, and a glass of scotch in one hand and the tv playing Netflix. “I don’t- um, I- I don’t have any... clothes,” you stuttered, looking down at your feet and fiddling with the towel. “You can borrow one of my shirts,” he said, as if it was the most casual thing ever, like you two always did this. he got up, pausing (in what looked like) the office (which you had convinced him to watch after it came to your knowledge that he had never watched it), and began to pull out a shirt from his drawer in his bedroom, handing it to you, which you thanked him for, still blushing from your current predicament. He went to leave before you spoke again. “I- I don’t have any-” you stopped talking, blushing too much before you could say ‘panties’. “You don’t mind wearing mine, would you? Because, you see, I don’t have any panties,” You blushed at his bluntness but shook your head to say, “No, I don’t mind. When, in actuality, you did mind, but only because the thought made you feel hot. Like everything else had once you had made your way into his apartment. You were naked. And, now, you were going to wear Rafael’s clothes. He left for you to get dressed; you shut the door, making sure it was locked, before you dropped the towel, pulling on his briefs and shirt. His shirt was white, and as you looked in the mirror, you realised that, yes, he could definitely see your nipples through the shirt. You buttoned three buttons before turning around and checking how much of your ass it covered. Thankfully, it fell to your mid-thigh, and even more, it smelt like him. You exited the bedroom, turning to close the door behind you softly to not disturb Rafael’s Netflix. What you didn’t see, with your back turned, was Rafael staring at you (specifically, your ass) and licking his lips. As you turned back around, you saw him sit forward and place his free hand (the one without scotch in it) on his knee - unbeknownst to you, he was trying to hide his growing member. You smiled at him, which he returned, and joined him on the couch, sitting about a foot away. You were right when you thought he was watching the office. He was currently watching Jim fax Dwight messages from future Dwight. You brought your legs up to your chest, sitting back on the couch. I watched as Jan told Michael that the branch was closing. “Would you like a drink, cariño?” he asked, making his way (very quickly, you noticed) behind the couch, as you watched the TV. You looked up at him, smiling, asking him for some coffee. He kissed you on the forehead, causing you to giggle, and then started on your coffee. But you swore as he turned around that he was... hard? Your eyes widened, and your cheeks grew hot as your head flew forward to stare at the TV. A smile grew on your face, and you tried to hide it multiple times, but you just couldn’t; it was... cute. Rafael was unbelievably cute right now - plus, his ears were pink, which made him look... well, adorable. You made sure he couldn’t see your face as you smiled widely, but you realised you were failing when he said; “What’s happening?” “What?” you turned to him, still smiling. “In Scranton,” he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was, but you weren’t focused on the TV. You were focused on what was going on behind the kitchen counter he was standing behind. “Oh, right, there,” you said, although you were sure you sounded teasing, which you must have because Rafael’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean, ángel?” he asked, coming back to join you on the couch, handing you the coffee. He sat closer to you than you had previously sat next to him, not that you minded - you wanted to sit on his lap, not next to him, but you’d settle for this. “Nothing,” you smirked as you glanced at him - his trousers were still tight. Your eyes went wide momentarily, but it was enough for Rafael to notice. “What?” “What?” you sipped your coffee, covering your smile as you looked at him. he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his arm around you, bringing you into his chest. He put the coffee on the table for you, looking down at you as you turned your head completely to look him in the eye. “You’re hiding something.” “Am I, counsellor?” You moved your legs over him, and he pulled you onto his lap, causing you to yelp and him to chuckle, burying his face in your neck, nipping and kissing at your skin. Your cheeks began to burn again as your smile and teasing attitude disappeared, replaced with whimpers and gripping onto the hem of your (or, rather, his) shirt. You did notice, however, that you weren’t exactly on his lap but on his legs. Which meant he thought you hadn’t noticed his... situation. “What are you hiding, cariño?” he began to kiss further down, kissing at your collarbone. You reached down to palm at his slacks, the office still playing in the background. You heard his breath hitch, and his head flew up to look you in the eye. “What are you hiding, counsellor?” you grinned at him, blinking through your lashes. His ears burned, as well as his cheeks, and he looked pretty shocked, too. However, he quickly recovered. He smirked at you, gripping your wrist, causing you to pout. His lips found yours, and you whimpered into his mouth, causing him to smirk again. “I’m not hiding a thing, cariño,” he said against your mouth, moving your hand back down to his bulge. He hummed against your mouth as you squeezed him lightly. His hand gripped your thigh, the other resting on your cheek as he deepened the kiss. You whined into his lips, putting your hand, not playing with his bulge, on top of the one on your thigh. “Please, Rafael,” you whimpered. His hand on your thigh began to creep up your leg, coming up to the waistband of your briefs before slipping inside. That was new. Sure, you had done things with Raf before, but he was always very... slow. He just wanted to ensure you were completely comfortable with what was happening, but now? Seeing you in his shirt? His fingers teased your entrance momentarily before he gathered your slick and began rubbing at your clit with steady circles. Your hand immediately gripped his wrist, your fingers not even managing to close around his arm. Your back arched, your tits pressed against him, and pathetic whines fell from your lips. His lips were attacking your neck and collarbone, marking you. “Oh, god,” you whimpered out, his fingers beginning to speed up, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you against him. Your fingers, the ones not around his arm, gripped his waistcoat. His rubbing sent impulses up and down your body, your vocal cords working on their own accord and your limbs twitching. “Please, oh, god,” his fingers and mouth were the only things you could focus on, and the rest of the world fell away. You were becoming incoherent with your words, that much you were aware of, as you mumbled out, ‘please’s and ‘fuck’s. You were pretty amazed you had stayed coherent for that long, considering that you were usually a mumbling mess of a woman who couldn’t make eye contact or stop blushing when he touched any part of your skin. You brought his face up from your neck, wanting to kiss his scotch-flavoured lips. The passionate kiss did not stop you from whimpering against him or prevent you from moving his hand away from your clit and towards your entrance. "estás tan necesitado, ¿no es así, cariño?" his tone was teasing, though you had no idea what he was saying. You moaned as his fingers edged around your entrance, and you dropped your head into his neck to hide the growing blush, your eyes fluttering shut. Your hips bucked as best they could in the position you were in. You whined when he took his fingers away from you; however, after he had moved you onto his lap (and, therefore, on top of his hard-on), his fingers continued their previous actions. He sunk one finger into your heat, causing your hold on his vest to tighten and your other to clench as you lifted it, trying to decide what to do. Your legs fell wider as Rafael curled his fingers into your sweet spot (and, of course, he knew exactly where that was, despite only having done this a couple of times). “Please, Rafael,” your voice was heavily muffled by the fact that you were pressing your face against his neck. Still, he must have heard you because he added another finger into you, rubbing against your sweet spot with two fingers whilst his palm ground against your clit. “please, papi,” you mumbled out, causing Rafael to stutter in his pleasing ministrations and his cock to twitch. You immediately seized up, your eyes flying open against his neck. However, Rafael’s fingers continued without hesitation, his other hand moving to your ass and squeezing it, pulling you more towards him. He hummed against the side of your head. “Papi, cariño?” your cheeks flushed, the embarrassment of the situation catching up on you. Your hold on his vest tightened, and you were sure you were seconds away from tearing it. You whimpered against his skin, the humiliation only contributing to your impending orgasm. Rafael smirked down at you, loving how you looked, squirming and whimpering on his lap. he loved that you were shy. You were adorable when you were blushing and stumbling over your words whilst you looked everywhere but him. When you called him Papa? he almost groaned aloud. He could feel you pulsing around his fingers, your legs spasming and back arching. Taking his hand away from your ass (and slightly lifting one of his legs to not make you fall), he unbuttoned your shirt, kneading one of your breasts. Your whimpers turned into moans, gradually increasing in volume and frequency. “That’s it, Hermosa, cum on papi’s fingers."

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Acting Like Teenagers

Here is the next chapter for Dating App. Things get a little more heated between Rafael and Miss Librarian.

Warnings: Nothing much, a little heavy petting and make out session.

Master List

Prompt List

One , Two , Three , Five , Six , Seven

So far it had been a boring day at the library but it was looking to shape up a little. You had just gotten about six boxes and if they were what you were hoping? Well, you were just about jumping in excitement. You had managed to convince the boss to allow a monthly theme, chosen by different staff members to start with and then allowing the public to have a say, where you would have a table or two dedicated to books that matched the theme. There would also be some activities throughout the month as well, aimed to provide people with the opportunity to learn more about whatever the theme was. Since you had come up with the idea you had been given the first month. Your chosen theme was Mythology, specifically Greek.

The boxes were some decorations as well as some new books and you were about to have a day filled with making the tables as well as starting to prepare the some of the activities. You had already handed out a list of the activities you and a few other librarians had brainstormed. Which included some amazing colouring in pictures of the Greek Gods and Goddesses, as well as some demi-gods with a few pieces of information about them. An adult activity planned later in the month was a trivia night, coming in costume optional but highly encouraged. Without even thinking you pulled out your phone taking a picture of the first box you had opened.

‘I am about to have an entire month geeking out over books inspired by or that have some Greek Mythology themes, plus getting to teach kids about the stories of the Gods and Goddess…though highly edited to make them child friendly!’

You sent that message to Rafael along with the photo. You paused for a moment, realising that the first thing you wanted to do when you found out these boxes where for your monthly book theme was share your excitement with Rafael. You drummed your fingers on the box in-front of you trying to decide to if you wanted to deal with that particular realisation or leave it. You sighed as you opened the next box, mind still juggling the two options before the title of a book caught your eye and the excitement was back tenfold allowing you to happily ignore everything else.

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‘I am about to have an entire month geeking out over books inspired by or that have some Greek Mythology themes, plus getting to teach kids about the stories of the Gods and Goddess…though highly edited to make them child friendly!’

Rafael felt his phone vibrate against his leg as he stood in the squad room, listening to the detectives run through the latest update in the current case. He pulled it out, the detectives very use to him doing so, he looked down at it, smiling the moment he saw your name. That smile softening from the excited upturn when he read your message, he could imagine the way your eyes would light up when you opened he boxes and if you had been speaking these words how your hands would have been gesturing excitedly around you. Rafael hadn’t even noticed that Amanda had stopped speaking, drawing everyone’s attention to him, all of them sharing looks when they saw the way he was looking at his phone.

“Counsellor?” Carisi asked. Rafael forced his eyes away from his phone, the look dropping away from his face in a second when he realised that they had all seen it.

“Who’s on the other end?” Finn asked leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I have no idea what you are insinuating,” Rafael tried to deflect. “Rollins, you were saying?”

“It can wait,” Amanda grinned. “I’ve seen you pull a lot of faces Barba, but never one like that. Plus, the fact that Liv prevented us from contacting you the other night.”

“And yesterday at lunch we also were not allowed to call you,”  Nick added. Finn and Carisi nodded along, while Olivia was standing back. Rafael had spent the better part of yesterday afternoon filling her in on both dates he had with the you. She had to stop herself from overreacting at times, she had no idea that Rafael could be so adorable. She really wanted to meet you, if only to see Rafael’s reactions to you in person. And maybe sneak a few photos.

“Sometimes, I hate how good you all are,” he grumbled. “It was someone I have been on two dates with. She messaged me about something she’s doing at the library she works at, she’s excited about it and wanted to share it.”

“She seems adorable from what Rafael has told me,” Liv finally interjected. “And she’s very pretty. Will keep him on his toes that’s for sure.”

“Okay now I need to know everything,” Amanda grinned taking a seat next to Finn.  

“We do have a case,” Rafael gestured to the boards around them. “Shouldn’t we focus on that?”

“We’ll get back to that,” Finn unsurprisingly added his voice to the conversation, his grin speaking volumes. Even Nick and Carisi were sitting there with grins on their faces, Rafael sighed knowing full well that if he wanted to get back on track he would have to talk.

“Fine,” he agreed. “Just one moment.” He looked back down at his phone, your message still opened there. The team all shared a look, grinning at each other the minute Rafael’s face changed back to that adorable soft expression.

‘You’ll have to tell me all about it at lunch. I expect photo updates, Miss Librarian.’

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You had just finished unboxing the first two boxes you had opened, making sure to correctly catalogue them and mark them off against the invoice. You had started separating them into different piles for each of the planned activities and the books.  There was another pile of some of the decorations you would be taking home to work on, some drawings to colour in, some posters and banners to put together and paint. You were excited. You had just started opening the next box when your phone lit up from where it was on the table.

‘You’ll have to tell me all about it at lunch. I expect photo updates, Miss Librarian.’

“Fuck this man,” you muttered. “How can he be this amazing?”

“Ooh, you talking about the man you went on that date with?” your friend Lily asked as she came into the storage room.

“Yes,” you whined. “He likes how I get excited about books and he didn’t look bored when I rambled to him. I sent him a photo telling him about the plans for this month and he said I’ll have to tell him about it.”

“You lucked out with him,” she said. “I’ve had no luck with men. How old is he?”

“Well, he’s 45,” you said twisting a strand of hair around your finger.

“Ooh girl, I’m so proud you didn’t change the age range,” Lily nudged you with her shoulder. “Have you matched with any other interesting men?”

“No idea,” you shrugged. “I didn’t look at any of them after matching with Rafael and since we exchanged numbers after dinner the other night I haven’t even looked at the app, even turned off notifications for it.”

“Ooh, you got it bad for him already huh?!” she gushed.

“It definitely seems that way, I mean the first thing I wanted to do after opening these boxes was message him, which I did with zero thought,” you blushed a little admitting that. “Plus, well, our first kiss was pretty fiery, even as tame as it was cause we were in public. I mean the man also kissed my knuckles after our first date, at which he also pulled out my chair and helped me out of my coat and then back into it. And he says what he thinks, he literally ran to meet me for our second date, apologising for being late, even though he messaged me telling me he would and it was only ten minutes.”

“Take a breath,” Lily laughed. “Fiery huh? Thought you didn’t believe in that kinda stuff.”

“Well, Rafael might have me rethinking it,” you grinned.

“Maybe I need to increase my age range,” Lily said tapping her chin in thought.

“I mean it might be worth it,” you agreed.

“When are you seeing him next?” Lily asked helping you with the next box.

“Tomorrow, for lunch,” you answered looking back at your phone. “Just gonna respond to him, let me take a photo of what we have. He wanted photo updates.”

“Sounds like he’s got it bad as well,” Lily giggled hoping out of the way to let you take a shot of what you had pulled out so far.

‘I’m looking forward to it. You might regret telling me to send photo updates, I’m notorious for sending a lot! Here’s the loot from the first two boxes!’ you attached the images and sent the messages.

“Alright, I want all the details while we finish this,” Lily informed you. “So get talking.”

“So pushy!” you laughed. “Alright, well, his name is Rafael, he’s an ADA for the Special Victims Unit.”

“Wait, Special Victims, they deal with sexual based crimes don’t they?” Lily interrupted.

“Yeah, he said it was confronting but rewarding work,” you nodded. “He warned about long and hectic working hours in his profile but I’m not bothered. The work he does is important.”

“Very important, so can we assume from that that he is potentially a feminist?” Lily asked. “Which I think is important.”

“I also think that’s important,” you nodded. “I haven’t asked him but I have a feeling he might be. He asked if he could kiss me before he did, which I know doesn’t automatically make him a feminist but I figure it’s a good sign.”

“Hm, we’ll gather some more evidence before making a final decision,” Lily determined. “Alright, keep going!”

You shook your head in amusement at your friend but obliged her none the less. Rafael had Liv, and you had Lily, it had been with her that you had had one too many cocktails and downloaded the app that lead to you Rafael so you figure she should get some details.

--

Rafael was sitting at his dinning table, taking a break from his work. He was trying to work out if it would be worth it booking somewhere for lunch tomorrow. After he had filled in the team things had suddenly became hectic as another victim turned up. He had hoped that you two would be able to meet at a café but he really hoped that you meant it when you said you were happy to have lunch at his office. He had just picked up his phone to message you when a series of alerts popped up. All messages from you. One quick text and a number of photos.

‘Keeping my promise of photo updates.’ The first photos included pictures of potential ways you were thinking of displaying the books. The next series were photos that looked like they were taken in your living room, it showed banners and posters with some of the Greek Gods and Goddesses, half of them painted and the others blank. One included a photo of you with a paint brush and some paint on your nose as you held up a completed picture, a proud look on your face. Rafael laughed as he saved that photo, putting in the folder with the photo you had sent the day of your first date.

‘They all look amazing, you didn’t mention you enjoy painting,’ Rafael sent back. He bit his lips before sending another photo. ‘I hope you are alright with me saving some of the photos you have sent.’

God he hoped he hadn’t made a mistake.

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You had just finished the banner you would be putting up at the entrance of the library. You somehow gotten a little paint on your face, but instead of removing it you left it there, knowing that you would somehow get more paint on yourself, as you always did whenever you painted. You sat your brush to the side, to start cleaning up but before you could start your phone vibrated.

‘They all look amazing, you didn’t mention you enjoy painting.’

You smiled as you read Rafael’s message. You were about to start responding when another message came through.

‘I hope you are alright with me saving some of the photos you have sent.’

You grinned at his confession, you thought it was cute that he wanted to save your photos, you figured he meant the photo you sent of you in the park and most likely the selfie you just sent. You weren’t bothered by him saving them but you liked that he didn’t hide it.

‘Thank you, I don’t do it often but I enjoy it, mostly I just paint landscapes. I’m fine with you doing that, so long as I can do that same if you send me any photos.’

--

‘Thank you, I don’t do it often but I enjoy it, mostly I just paint landscapes. I’m fine with you doing that, so long as I can do that same if you send me any photos.’

Rafael grinned at your response, he found himself wanting to watch you paint. Maybe he could suggest going back to where you guys had a hot chocolate in the park so you could paint the trees, maybe even that bridge. And he was happy that once again he hadn’t made a wrong move with you. He stared at the last part of your message, he realised that for all you two had messaged each other he hadn’t sent you any photos. He didn’t tend to think to take any, hell all of his photos on the app had been ones that Liv had taken. But at this moment he wanted to send you something, he glanced at himself in the mirror his hair was a little dishevelled, and he still had part of his suit on, he had removed the jacket and unbuttoned his vest, with his suspenders showing underneath, his tie was loosened and he had unbuttoned several of his shirt buttons. Since his last two risks had proven to be good ideas he trusted this risk would be the same.

‘I would like to see any, if you let others view them. It wouldn’t be fair for me to deny you the chance to save photos of me, when you allow me.’ He sent that with a photo attached.

--

You had just finished cleaning up, scrubbing the paint off of your face and your hands when his next message came through. You almost dropped your phone when your saw the photo he had attached. You thought he was handsome at dinner, you thought him distractingly charming at your second date. But at this very second you thought him insanely and unfairly sexy. He wasn’t as put together as you were use to, but you thought it suited him, plus the fact that you could see the suspenders under the vest he wore and his shirt had enough buttons undone that you could see some chest hair. You immediately saved that photo. You finally read the message he had sent with the photo.

‘I would like to see any, if you let others view them. It wouldn’t be fair for me to deny you the chance to save photos of me, when you allow me.’

You never really let others see your work, but maybe you could eventually allow Rafael to see some of your pieces. You found your eyes focusing back on the photo as the kiss you shared with him kept replaying. You honestly hoped that lunch would be at his office tomorrow so you could kiss him again, without having to worry about the public. As you were looking at the photo again another message of his popped up.

‘I think lunch might have to be at my office tomorrow if you are still okay with that. This case has just become a little hectic.’

“Well, this works quite nicely for me,” you grinned. “Now the question is do I buy something or make it?” You had a quick look in your fridge and pantry to see if you had something that could be made and eaten cold. You could keep it in the fridge at the library and carry it the lunch bag you got with a block. You had the ingredients for your chicken, pasta salad. Perfect. You pulled your phone out to respond to his message about lunch. You decided you would bring up the photo then

‘Absolutely, still okay with that. I’ll make something for our lunch then.’

--

You double checked the address Rafael had given you for his office before walking into the rather intimidating building. You wore some snug jeans, a sweater with the front tucked in and a leather jacket over it. You had a beanie on and a scarf to deal with the cold as you travelled from the library to his office, you had a little make up which you didn’t normally do for work, however you forewent lipstick. You carried the lunch you had prepared for Rafael in your little lunch tote.   

“Can I help you?” a gorgeous woman questioned you as you looked around checking to make sure you were in the right place. This building was massive and you had almost gotten lost trying to find Rafael’s office.

“Oh, um, I’m meant to be having lunch with Rafael?” you lifted your tote up a little. “I’m-”

“Chica,” Rafael’s voice interrupted you as he walked out of his office to greet you. “Thanks Carmen, you can go for lunch.”

Carmen smiled at the both of you as she clicked a few buttons on the phone and the computer before leaving. You turned to give Rafael your full attention and you were not prepared. Rafael was in a full dark blue suit, with a silver tie and vest to complete the look, his hair was perfectly styled. He was in his element and he was even more attractive for it.

“Hey,” you didn’t mean for your voice to sound so breathy but this man just kept knocking you for four. An image of you running your fingers through his hair, messing it up as you finally got him to let that fire you had seen a few times in his eyes loose ran through your head, causing your cheeks to heat.

“Hello you,” he grinned taking a closer step to you, his hand raising but stopping before touching you, a question in his eyes. You stepped closer, moving so his hand was sitting on your waist and tilted your head a little looking up at him from under your lashes, he squeezed your hip gently as he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Come inside.”

His hand moved from your hip to the small of your back as he lead you into his office, closing the door behind you. Your eyes widened a little at it, his desk sat in between two windows with a bookshelf filled with fancy looking books behind it. It was covered with folders, papers and books. There were several other windows along the wall opposite the entrance letting in plenty of natural light. The office was neat and tidy. Rafael led you to a couch just inside the door with a coffee table in-front of it, and laying on it was a dozen yellow daffodils. You stopped just short of the table, mouth opened in a small ‘o’, as you turned to look at Rafael as he took your lunch tote from your hand, placing it on the table to pick up the flowers.

“For you,” he smiled a little shy. “I know you said you were fine with having lunch here but regardless.”

“Rafael, they’re lovely,” you took the flowers from him, stepping close to place a kiss on his cheek before smelling them. “Thank you.”

“Only the loveliest for you,” he said, a flood of heat hit your cheeks at that. The two of you sat close on the couch as you placed the flowers back on the coffee table.

“I made a chicken pasta salad, I hope that’s okay?” you asked starting to pull out the containers and some forks, as well as some drinks. “I also picked up some lemonade.”

“That’s perfect,” he grinned picking up the container you placed in-front of him smelling the food. “Smells delicious. Thank you for making this.”

“It’s not a problem, I enjoy cooking for people,” you told him taking a bite. The creamy sauce perfectly balanced against the seasoning you had used on the chicken. “Especially people who gift me with a…distractingly gorgeous photo the night before.” You hadn’t noticed that Rafael had taken a bite of food until he coughed before taking a mouthful of lemonade. “Sorry.”

“You don’t sound it, chica,” Rafael coughed. You finally looked at him but couldn’t tell if the red in his cheeks was from inhaling his food or your comment. “Distractingly gorgeous?”

“Hmm,” you nodded. “Almost dropped my phone.”

“Sorry,” Rafael shrugged.

“Sound so sincere counsellor,” you laughed nudging him with your shoulder before slumping back against the couch, grinning at Rafael as he looked at you over his shoulder, his eyes roamed over you taking in how comfortable you looked in his office. You had taken your jacket off and placed it on the coat rack without prompting. He followed your example and sat back, the side of his body pressed tightly against yours. The warmth from him sent a curl of pleasure through you, settling just behind your stomach.

“I take it you saved it?” Rafael asked after eating a few mouthfuls.

“Oh quicker than you could blink,” you admitted, you decided to be even more open and honest than you normally would. Rafael deserved it after all the open honesty he had shown you. “It was very distracting. To be honest, I hoped you would tell me lunch would have to be here.”

“Really?” Rafael asked, eyebrow raised. You watched him eat for a few moments, taking a little pride in the look of satisfaction on his face as he enjoyed your meal. You waited for him to swallow his next bite before answering, not wanting to cause him to choke again.

“Yep,” you popped the ‘p’. “Because, I didn’t want to bring the photo up over text and…I was hoping for another kiss…”you trailed off as Rafael froze with a forkful of chicken and pasta half way to his mouth. He sat forward on the couch putting the container down and took a drink from his lemonade, before he turned to face you still sitting forward. He reached to take your container from your hands, both mostly empty of the meal. He took hold of your hands, bringing them to his mouth to trail kisses down your fingers and across your palms, he stopped to mouth at your wrist, his eyes never leaving yours. A fire starting to burn in those green orbs. The heat inside you started to build, the warmth flooding your veins.

“Another kiss?” he smirked. “And you wanted that to specifically happen in my office because?”

“You really need to ask that?” you replied, pointedly looking at where he was still lacing your wrist with kisses. He removed his mouth from your wrist, lips curling at the edges.

“You want a little more then the first time?” he continued to tease. Your breath had kicked up a notch, you can’t remember the last time something so little as kisses on your wrist and a look had you so worked up. You nodded, unable to get your voice to work. Rafael tsked as he reached out to cup your cheek, one of your hands still trapped in his. “Words, Amor. I need you to use your words.”

“Yes,” you whispered, pleasure curling to a throb in your pussy, his voice was soft and gentle, but still a little dominant. A perfect combination. “I want a kiss that would be indecent in public.”

“Your wish is my command,” he growled leaning close to you.

His hand moved from your cheek to rest on the side of your throat, his thumb stretched enough to tilt your head up. The hand still holding yours placed your hand on his shoulder, freeing his hand to hold your waist. You wrapped both your arms around his shoulders drawing him closer with an impatient whine when he just hovered above you. Rafael grinned for a second before he claimed your lips. The angel was a little awkward, given that he was still a little forward on the couch not wanting to overcrowd you. The kiss was definitely more passionate then the first, the hand on your waist squeezed in time with the little noises he pulled from you as he alternated between kisses and little nips to your bottom lip. He ran his tongue along yours, asking for permission without breaking away from you. You grinned into the kiss as you parted your lips, a moan pulled from the both of you the kiss deepened. You wanted more. You surged forward, trying not to break the kiss, your hand coming up to run through his hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He allowed his body to fall back against the couch pulling you with him, you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him

“Rafael,” you moaned as he broke the kiss. His hands trailed up and down your back as he started to kiss along your jaw, being careful not to leave any marks. You tilted your head to the side giving him more access to your neck as he started kissing down it until he got to the collar of your sweater where he started kissing along the skin just above the collar and back up your neck nipping briefly at your ear lobe. You pulled at his hair drawing his mouth away from your neck, you crashed your lips back to his, the passion and heat building as Rafael slipped a hand under your sweater and the other moved down to squeeze at your ass. You ground down in his lap, pulling a rough groan from his chest before he pulled away staring up at you.

“Chica, I still have meetings after this lunch,” he chuckled. “I have to look presentable.”

“Such a shame counsellor, I’m sure you can calm down but your hair might be a little harder to fix,” you grinned kissing him on the nose as you tried to fix the mess you had made of his hair.

“Hm, not so sure I can, what with you so nicely perched on my lap like this,” his voice was husky filled with lust to match his black blown eyes. But there was a soft look in them as his hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs stroking along your cheeks, before he moved to nuzzle his nose against yours. His hands sliding down to hold your hips, as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“It would appear we are at an impasse,” you giggled as you smoothed your hands down his chest. “I also need to tell you something.” You pressed a kiss to each of his cheeks. “You look very handsome today.” You leant your forehead against his. “And I have greatly been enjoying each time we meet. And each time we message. Yesterday when I sent you that message I didn’t even think about it, I just knew that I wanted to share my excitement.”

“Amor,” Rafael whispered, his eyes staring up at you in wonder at your statement. “I have found myself looking forward to hearing from you. To finding a reason to message you, and find a way to be able to see you.”

You grinned down at him, your whole body warm from the happiness that surge through you. You had hoped that you weren’t alone in how you felt, and to hear him say it, it made you insanely happy. You pressed your lips to his again, over and over, giggling a little as Rafael’s hands tightened on your hips. You felt his lips curl into a smile against yours as you slowed the kisses down, claiming his lips in a slow sensual dance. His hands moved to run up and down your thighs, causing a shiver to move through you, as they grabbed at you.

“Rafi,” you whispered as you pressed your lips to his jaw before running your nose along his jaw nuzzling into him. “I’m-” you were interrupted by a nock on the door.

“Mr Barba,” Carmen’s voice called through the closed door. “You’re next appointment is here.” The two of you pulled apart, a look of shock on both your faces.

“Give me five minutes Carmen,” Rafael answered his hands back on your hips as he gently nudged you back. “Sorry, Chica, times up.”

“Pity,” you pouted but moved off of him, straightening your sweater before you started packing up the lunch you brought him. His arms wrapped around your waist, lips pressing a sweet kiss to your neck as he squeezed you close.

“I’ll message you as I can throughout the day,” he promised as you turned in his arms.

“Hmm, that’s sweet,” you smiled at him. “I’ll take what I can, but I understand how busy you are.”

“You are already too good to me,” he released you to try and fix his own appearance, sending you a wink as he flattened his hair. You took your jacket back folding it over an arm that held the flowers, your tote bag hanging in the crook on your elbow, as Rafael walked you to the door, pressing one last kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Real soon,” you agreed. “Don’t work yourself to hard, Rafi.” You squeezed his hand before he opened the door.

You walked out with him on your heels, you could feel his eyes following you as you past by a large man in a suit who was holding a briefcase. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket as you left the building. The flowers continuously drawing your eyes, the warmth of happiness never leaving you.

‘You still need to tell me all about your theme at the library, Chica, I hope I will be able to arrange a time where we can have dinner again.’

You grinned all the way back to the library, you needed to speak with Lily. You were tossing around the idea of asking him over to your apartment for dinner. Wondering if maybe it was too early to ask if he wanted to stay the night but if your little make out session was anything to go by it wasn’t.

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Sequel to (and probably the start of an ongoing series) Dessert First

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Sonny’s avoiding you, there’s no way around it. Ever since he walked in on you and Rafael in his office he’s run away at the mere mention of your name. And you have to admit, he’s gotten very good at excuses, always having one ready when you show up at Rafael’s office. So you do what every self-respecting person would. Corner him.

And as chance would have it, the perfect opportunity just falls into your lap. Sonny’s leaving Rafael’s office as you’re walking up and without thinking you grab his arm, pulling him into a dark meeting room. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor as he tries to make one of his famous excuses, inching towards the door, causing you to step in front of it. “You’re going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me,” you say firmly and cross your arms.

Sonny stutters, “I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, doll- ma-ma’am!” his face turns deep red and your face falls, an inexplicable ache settling in your chest at his correction.

“Did I do something to upset you?” You ask quietly, “Rafa and I think very highly of you, and if I did something then-“

His eyes shoot up to look at you, his hands hesitating in the air as he reaches for you, “N-no of course not!”

“You’ve never called me ma’am before.” You give him a cross look, “Dominick Carisi, don’t tell me there’s nothing going on because there is and I’m not letting you leave until you tell me.”

Sonny’s shoulders slump and he sighs, “Nothin’ gets past you, huh?” When you don’t reply he scrubs his hand across his face, “I-I just didn't know how to face you after… after walking in on you and Barba. I didn't mean to upset you, doll.”

You step closer to him and uncross your arms, reaching out to touch his wrist, “That’s what this is about? That wasn’t your fault, we should have locked the door, neither of us is upset about it.” Sonny jumps like you shocked him and shakes his head, almost tripping over a chair in his attempt to back away from you.

“It’s not that, I…It-it's not you that I’m upset with.” He sighs again, hanging his head, “I’m upset with myself… with–with the way I reacted.”

Your breath leaves you in a rush and you ask, heart pounding, “The way you reacted?”

Sonny sinks into the chair behind him with a sigh, leaning forward to bury his face in his hands, “Y’gotta understand how embarrassing this is, doll. You’re Barba’s partner and I respect that but- but when I saw you… like that, I just- it-” He trails off into a groan.

You press your lips together, thinking for a moment before taking a step towards him, “You know me and Rafael are polyamorous, right?” You ask and his head shoots up making you giggle a little at the absurdity of the situation. “Yeah, it’s something we talked about before we started dating.” You take another step towards him, settling between his splayed legs.

You reach towards Sonny to tuck a stray hair back into place, “Rafael’s been asking me about you, too. I think he could tell I’ve been taking a shine to you.” He gives you a dumbfounded look, gaping at you like a fish. You giggle again and cup his jaw, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, “We were going to talk to you about it but then you started avoiding us before we could.”

Sonny hesitates, his hands hovering beside your thighs for a moment before dropping back into his lap. He swallows hard, leaning back to look up at you, “You’re not kidding?”

You roll your eyes and bend down, kissing him in lieu of answering. He makes a sound in the back of his throat when you pull away, resting your forehead against his, “Does that answer your question?

Sonny lets out a breathy laugh, “Yeah I guess it does.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you again?”

Sonny chokes, eyes flashing up to yours. You keep your eyes on him, waiting for an answer when he suddenly stands up, crowding you back against the table. You gasp at the sudden movement, bringing your hands up to grab his shoulders as he bends down to claim your mouth in a deep kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and you whine into his mouth, arching into him.

Sonny’s breathing heavily when he pulls away, a faint blush settling high on his neck, “That okay?”

You smile and nod, standing on your toes to kiss him again, “More than.” You grow silent, enjoying the warmth radiating from him and the feeling of his lips on yours.

Sonny’s phone ringing brings you back to reality and Sonny staggers back, his face a deep red. “I-I’m sorry, doll, I didn’t mean- that was- that was inappropriate of me.” He rushes, going back to avoiding your gaze as he pulls his phone out, backing up towards the door, “I should- I should go, Liv is calling and-”

“Dominick.”

He freezes and you take the opportunity to close the gap between you, pulling him down by his neck into a kiss, “You’re going to come by my apartment after work and we’re going to really talk about this. Understood?” The tone in your voice left no room for protest and Sonny nods, his heart skipping a beat at your responding smile, “Good, I’ll see you later then.” You leave him with a final kiss, swallowing a giggle as you make your way to Rafael’s office.

You grin when you shut the door, a giggle finally bubbling out of your throat and Rafael snorts, “Got Carisi to talk, huh?” You nod, practically skipping over to him to greet him with a kiss.

“He’s coming to the apartment after work.” You grin, biting your lip as you try to control your excitement.

“About fucking time.”

~~~

You pace the living room of the apartment you share with Rafael, wringing your hands as you wait for Sonny to arrive. Rafael watches exasperated, catching your wrist on your next pass in front of him, “Cariño, please sit down, you’re making me nervous and I wasn’t even planning on fucking the guy.”

You roll your eyes with a sigh but sink down onto the couch beside him, though you couldn’t help it as your leg bounced nervously, “What if I scared him away, Rafael? What if he decided to just avoid me forever.”

He scoffs and pulls you into his side, planting a kiss on the side of your head, “Baby, calm down, I doubt Liv has even let him clock out yet.” You let out another deep sigh and tuck your face against his neck, trying to let his warmth relax you.

Twenty minutes later, the buzzer goes off and you shoot up, almost elbowing Rafael in the groin in your rush to get up. You throw a weak apology behind you as you tug open your door. You buzz Sonny in and bound down the stairs, knocking him off balance with a hug, “You’re here!”

He lets out a laugh and wraps his arms around you, “Of course I am. Sorry I’m late, doll.”

You pull back with a grin and lace your fingers with his, “It’s okay, you’re here now.” You tug him up the stairs back to your apartment. “Look who I found,” You announce as you enter the apartment and Rafael snorts, standing to meet you as you pull Sonny into the living room.

“Good of you to come, Carisi.” He nods and Sonny gives him a nervous smile, almost a grimace as he pulls his hand from yours, putting some distance between you under the gaze of Rafael.

You whip around to give Sonny a sharp look, “You better not be trying to leave.”

He holds his hands up in surrender with a small laugh, “Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.” His heart warms at your smile and he lets you direct him into a seat across from Rafael. You stand between them silently, butterflies filling your stomach as you look at the two men.

Rafael cooly leans back, fixing his eyes on Sonny, “So you want to fuck my partner.” Sonny immediately clams up, a bright red blush growing up his neck and you shoot a warning glare at Rafael.

“I-I don’t-  I mean, I do- I mean-” Sonny cuts himself off with a hard swallow, looking down at his lap as he runs his palms over his pants, “M-maybe I should just go.” You turn to Rafael with a harsh frown and he starts laughing.

“Carisi it’s fine. I mean look at them, it’s hard not to want to.” Sonny’s face goes red, glancing between you and the door. You press your lips into a thin line and sit down next to him, lightly touching his arm.

“What Rafael is trying to say, is he’s okay with us being together.” You say gently, sending another glare in Rafael’s direction, “He wants me to be happy. And he wouldn’t tease you like this if he didn’t like you.” Rafael grumbles at the last part but stays quiet as Sonny takes a shaky breath.

Sonny looks at you, eyebrows pinched together with worry, and places his hand over yours “Doll, I-I don’t want to step on any toes here. Y-you’re happy with Barba and-”

“Carisi just shut up and kiss my wife.” Sonny gapes at him and you snort, sliding a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down into a kiss before he could protest. He makes a shocked noise in the back of his throat but kisses back, tangling his hand in the hair at the nape of your neck.

You smile into the kiss, gently pushing him back so you can swing your leg over his. You settle into his lap and break the kiss with a sharp breath, “Don’t let him intimidate you, he’s just bossy when he’s not the center of attention.” Rafael scoffs with a murmured “No I’m not” and you giggle softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of Sonny’s mouth. Sonny’s hands hover over your thighs, his breath quickening at your warmth soaking through his pants. You guide his hands under your skirt with a hum, “You can touch me, Dominick.”

A whimper rips from his throat and he grabs handfuls of your thighs, eyes already glazed over with lust when he looks up at you. You nod encouragingly and grind against his lap, leaning into another deep kiss. He moans into your mouth, bucking up into you before he could stop himself.

You hum, hands coming up to undo his tie as you trail soft kisses over his jaw. Sonny’s fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and you rock back into his hands with a moan, “That’s it, baby, just like that.” Sonny wets his lips, head tilting back with a shaky sigh to give you more space as your kisses dip down to his neck.

You delve your hands into his shirt, digging your fingers into his shoulders as you grind against him. “D-doll, I-” He trails off into a moan, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips buck up into you again.

“Don’t tease the man, Cariño.” Rafael’s voice breaks the silence, a hitch in his breath as he palms himself through his pants.

You hum, “Stop backseat fucking if you’re not going to join. I’m trying to ease him into it.” You nudge your nose against Sonny’s ghosting your lips over his, “He needs to tell me what he wants.” Sonny cranes his neck to deepen the kiss, whining softly when you pull out of reach with a murmur, “C’mon baby, be a good boy and tell me what you want.”

“I want… I want to fuck you. Please let me fuck you.” You smile, leaning down to kiss him gently. Sonny’s hands travel up your skirt and squeeze your ass before slipping to the front of your panties, fingers slipping underneath the fabric to press against your clit. Your breath catches, a small whimper falling from your lips as Sonny pushes his tongue into your mouth.

“Turn around, Cariño, I want to watch your face as he fucks you.” Your cunt throbs at his words and you slip off Sonny’s lap, standing long enough to pull your panties down your legs before settling back against his chest. “Lift your skirt, baby. Let me see that pussy.” Rafael watched with hooded eyes as you pulled your skirt up to your hips, squeezing his hard cock through his pants as your pussy comes into view. You’re wet with arousal, thighs sticky with your juices.

You tilt your head back against Sonny’s shoulder as he runs his fingers through your folds and groans at the smooth glide of his fingers through your wetness. “Fuck, doll.” He bites his lip as he sinks his fingers into your core, his other hand coming up to grip your hip and ground himself as he slowly fucks his fingers into you. You whine, grinding your hips down in a silent plea for more.

Your hands reach back, blindly fumbling with Sonny’s belt for a moment before it gives way, allowing you to push your hand into his pants. He gasps at the first touch to his cock, fingers stilling inside you as you start stroking him, ignoring the strain in your wrist from the position as you spread his precum down his shaft.

At Rafael’s groan, you look back at him, whining as you watch him slowly stroking his cock. He smirks at you, squeezing the base of his cock with a satisfied sigh, “Go on, Cariño, ride Carisi’s cock. Be good for me.”

You nod and rise on shaky knees to align Sonny’s cock with your entrance, leaning back to connect your lips in a deep kiss as he slowly sinks into you. Sonny whines into your mouth, gripping your hips tightly as you bottom out. He holds you against his lap and his forehead falls forward onto your shoulder, “Fuck! Fuck, doll, y’gotta give me a second or I’ll blow my load too fast.”

You giggle breathlessly, closing your eyes as you swivel your hips experimentally. A grin forms on your face as Sonny lets out a loud groan, slamming his hips up into you. You let Sonny choose the pace, body pliant under his hands as he starts guiding your hips to grind against him.

You bring your hand up to cup the back of Sonny’s neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, moaning into it as his cock hits a spot deep inside you. He’s whimpering, thrusting his hips desperately into you, driven half-crazy by your tight wet heat surrounding his cock. You feel fingers on your clit and you cry out, bleary-eyed as you look to see Rafael over you, pressing harsh circles against your core.

“You gonna cum for us, Cariño? Gonna be a little slut and cum on Carisi’s cock in front of me?” His voice has a mocking edge to it as he presses his fingers against your clit harder, your body tensing as it pushes you closer to the edge.

You whine, tilting your head up with a pout, “R-Rafa, don’t be mea-” You’re cut off by a ragged moan, thighs clenching around Sonny’s legs as Rafael rips an orgasm out of you. You shudder, pressing your face into Rafael’s stomach as tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming feeling of hands on you.

Sonny chokes “d-doll, ‘m gonna--” his hips stuttering as you tighten around him, pulling him over the edge with you.

Rafael tips your head up and hums when you look at him with a hazy gaze, returning his hand to his neglected cock. He strokes himself quickly, breath coming out in short pants as he takes in your wrecked look. “You look so good getting fucked, Cariño. All desperate and whiny once you get a cock in you, huh?” You let out a whine with a pout and he laughs breathlessly, pressing his thumb into your mouth, “Just proved my point, baby.” He forces your mouth open and his laugh morphs into a low groan as he cums, covering your mouth and tongue with his release.

You swallow and slump back against Sonny, a satisfied grin stretching across your face when he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you tighter against his chest, “You’ll never be able to get rid of me now, Dominick.”

“Who said I wanted to?” He hums, tucking his face into your neck as his cock twitches inside you. Your eyes slip shut and you sink further into Sonny’s embrace, basking in the warm afterglow.

[plaidbooks]

May I please request #6 from the 3 word sentences with Rafael Barba? Thank you!

Rafael knew it had been coming. You'd been cagey around him, and he was wondering if you wanted to break it off with him.

Last week alone, you had mentioned wanting to find ways to spend more time together, but all he had done was continue working, leaving no spare room to see each other.

And now, you asked him to dinner Friday night, telling him that you both had a big decision to make.

This was it, he told himself. This was the night you'd give him the ultimatum; you or work. And you both knew he couldn't choose you.

He had his stomach tied in knots all damn day before making his way to the place you had your first date. How poetic.

His heart was in his throat as he entered, and there you were. You wore your best dress, and it hung on your body perfectly. This is what you're giving up, the dress screamed at him.

After he took your hand, brushing his lips to your knuckles, he led you to a table. The waiter was there instantly, and Rafael ordered a bottle of wine he knew you both liked. Once food orders were in and wine was presented, he looked to you.

"Rafael--" you started, but he cut you off.

"Be gentle, please." His voice was more strained that he hoped, but he didn't want to lose you.

You quirked an eyebrow at him before pushing on. "I'm tired of not being able to spend much time with you."

Here it comes....

"So, I was wondering if you'd like to move in together?"

There was a ringing in Rafael's ears, and he was sure he had misheard. "What?" he practically blurted.

"I know. I feel weird basically asking to move into your place--it's bigger and most my stuff is there, anyways--but I really think we're at that point in the relationship."

Your words were coming out fast, and he realized how nervous you must've been to ask. But it still wasn't computing in his brain.

"You...want to move in together? With me?"

"Well, yeah--who else?" You gave a nervous little laugh. "I mean, I love you, Rafael."

He was getting a second chance with you, a second chance to hold on and never let go. A second chance to show you how much he loved you, too.

"I'd--I think that would be wonderful," he replied, smiling as your eyes lit up.

"Really?! Because I've always wanted to wake up to you in bed, and sleep next to you, and have dinner with you, and rearrange furniture with you--"

He let you talk yourself into excitement, smiling and thanking his stars that you weren't breaking up with him.

[daddydoddsjr]

Could u do a fic where Olivia and the team find out about Barba's kids after he has to pick them from school when his wife couldn't or in an awkward Zoom meeting and they walk in in the background or something?

Dad!Rafael Barba — Wife!Reader (mentioned briefly)

Contents/Warnings || None

Authors Note || this is pretty short. takes place around season 18 cause why not (definitely not bc it’s one of my favourite seasons or anything like that)

also i have a lot of asks that i’m working on !! thank you all for sending things in :) i’m working on them as i have time but hopefully they come out steadily

Olivia and Amanda were standing in Barba’s office, updating him on a case they were involved in, and Olivia and Amanda had finally convinced a key witness to testify. Barba was pleased by this news to say the least. He knew that their case was basically a slam dunk with this witness testifying and it eased his stress a bit.

The women had only been there a few minutes before Carmen walked in holding a 6 year old girl in her arms. “Daddy!” she exclaimed as soon as she saw Rafael, who stood up from his desk and smiled at her before taking her out of Carmens arms, “Did you and Carmen find the vending machine?”

The little girl nodded and held up a bag of M&M’s happily. Rafael sat back down in his chair, situating the girl on his knee and making sure she was balanced. Olivia and Amanda were both surprised, having no idea that Rafael had a daughter, “Well, what’s your name?” Olivia asked, leaning down a bit to be eye level with the girl.

“Elena..” She replied shyly. Olivia smiled, “Elena… that’s a very beautiful name. I’m Olivia, and this is Amanda.”

Amanda smiled at Elena before saying, “Barba… how have you never mentioned this?”

“I like to keep my private life private,” Barba said simply, “But Y/N had a doctors appointment and couldn’t pick her up from school today, so I did.”

Olivia and Amanda were still in disbelief over Barba being a father. “Some detectives you are,” He said half heartedly, helping Elena open the bag of candies and giving her a small handful.

“I’m going to have to ask Y/N about play dates with Elena and Noah, and maybe Jessie too when she gets older.”

“Great, because I don’t see you enough already,” Barba sighed, but Olivia always knew when he was kidding or just being a grump. “Your wife is going to end up liking me and Noah more than she likes you,” Olivia mused, “But we’ll let you spend some time with your daughter. We can come back tomorrow and let you know if anything else comes up with the case.”

Olivia and Amanda left, leaving Barba and Elena in the room. Barba did some paperwork as Elena sat happily enjoying the M&M’s and occasionally poking her dad until you came to pick her up. A play date with Noah was scheduled fast.

[reareaotaku]

Rafael Barba Headcanons

You're a Defense Attorney and you go up against Barba a lot

You are friendly in a professional sense

“I sure hope your cops did their job, Barba”

“Your client confessed, L/n.”

You smile, handing him a court paper, “A forced confession and I’m going to get it thrown out. See you in chambers”

At first, neither of you liked each other. You were a pest in his side and made his life harder while in your eyes he was a servant of the corrupt justice system

But as time grows, you do happen to grow fond of each other

Making snippy little remarks at each other

"Am I joke to you?"

"If I thought you were a joke, you'd know"

He smiles, sarcastically, "Aren't you a sweetheart?"

You slowly became friends and would go out to eat luch and/or dinner together

"Are you asking me on a date, Barba?" You fiddled with his tie as he gives you his signature smirk

"Maybe. Depends on your answer"

Barba isn’t scared of much, but there was a phone call that nearly gave him a heart attack

You had been attacked in your home and SVU got the case because there was also a woman raped near by and they happened to find you. They took both your cases

Rafael had never rushed anywhere so fast in his life

“I’m looking for Y/n L/n. How is she?”

“She’s very lucky they found her when they did or she would have died-“

“Is she up?”

“She’s still unconscious, but she’s stable”

He waits at the hospital until you wake up

Was so scared he was going to lose you

When you finally wake up, he’s estatic

You didn’t want him to see you like that

“Y/n” You hear a familiar voice call you, but you don’t look up at him. He grabs a chair and pulls it near your bed

“How do you feel?”

“Ridiculous. Foolish. Stupid” You remark in a snippy tone

“It’s not your fault-“

“God, I hate this. I’m not a victim. It’s not a big deal. Everyone’s being dramatic,” You finally look at him, but he’s frowning

“Y/n. You were attacked in your home. You were beat while you were asleep. That’s a pretty big deal”

“I feel fine”

“You have bruises covering your body. There’s an open wound on your forehead and you had a concussion”

“I didn’t realize you were a doctor”

He signs, rubbing his temple, “Well, if it helps you feel better, the doctor says there was no sign of tearing and fluids or spermicide, so you weren't raped”

"Oh yeah, he didn't rape me. How lucky I am," You roll your eyes, before looking up at him

Rafael reached for your hand and you look up at him, “I promise I’ll find who did this and we will put him in jail.”

You look away, while also pulling your hand, “It doesn’t matter. The system is screwed, what makes you think you’d win?”

There’s a moment of silence, before he speaks up,”Well, thankfully he won’t be able to get the best attorney I’ve ever met”

You lightly chuckle, “You’re just saying that to be nice”

“When do I ever say something to be nice?”

“Fair point”

“You know… When I got the call that you had been attacked, I’ve never been so scared in my life. I thought….. I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Good thing my attacker didn’t know what he was doing,” You joke, but Rafael doesn’t look away from his hands

“I’m serious Y/n,” he says, now looking at you, his eyes downward, almost as if was going to cry

“Me too. Besides I’m fine”

He’ll spend a lot of time with you while you’re in the hospital

He doesn’t want to leave in case something happens to you

He makes your case top priority

He wants to catch the guy who did this to you

He doesn’t care if the person tries to plea, Rafael wants to go for the max. He’s definitely going to give him the worse charges

“I’m going to make sure you rot in prison”

He has friends in high places, some higher than yours, and he will abuse his power when it comes to you

Your relationship with Rafael becomes harder to hide and he doesn’t make it any easier

You stop taking as many cases when he’s the prosecutor

It’s better for him too, because he knows he wouldn’t be able to handle himself in court with you

If you do take a case he’s on, he’ll try and plea your client down, so you don’t have to go to trial

“Why did you give them a plea?” Olivia will pester, causing Rafael to swiftly turn towards her

“I don’t question how you do your job, so don’t question how I do mine”

But there was one case that ruined your career. You took a plea for your client, who you knew for a fact was guilty, there was so much evidence against him, that gave your client less than half the time he would have served if he was found guilty. Though, when he found out you were ‘friendly’ with Rafael, he made a remark towards your boss and wanted a retrial, but he’s not given one. Instead you are fired. Your boss stood by your side, but he said it would ruin your career and it was better for you to leave quietly without anyone knowing what happened

Rafael comes in to talk to you in your office, surprised to see you packing your stuff

^ "What's going on?"

^ "You didn't hear? I got fired-"

^ "Why?"

^ "It doesn’t matter." You shake your head, "Sorry. Someone has to take the fall for that case. I’m just the fall person." You shove the top onto your box, before awkwardly smiling, "It doesn't really matter. I just wasn’t cut out for this life I guess, it's no big deal"

"Let me go talk to him," He tries to reach for you, but you flinch away from him

"No. Don't make it any worse. I'll figure something else out. It's fine.”

Since you aren’t a lawyer anymore, Rafael becomes more open with his relationship towards you

“I would love to stay and chat, but I have a date”

“With?” Olivia asks, teasing him

“Y/n”

“Y/n? As in Y/n L/n ex-Defense Attorney who was your court rival?”

Rafael smiles before nodding his head, “Yeah”

“Huh. I never would have thought” Fin remarks, surprised

“You and me both. Seriously though, I need to go. I’ve had this reservation for months”

He’ll ask you for advice on cases (that the media already got ahold of) asking what you’d do if it was your case

He has a picture of you on his desk

^ When he’s working late, he loves to look at it and sigh in bliss

You still have your snippy comebacks towards each other, but it’s in a more romantic way

^ It has like a ‘I have in crush on you’ vibe to it

[tropes-and-tales-archives]

More Precious Than Rubies: Part 1

This is an alternate timeline story that has a Rafael Barba track and a Sonny Carisi track. The two paths split off in part 3.

WC: 2720

TW: Angst; end of relationship drama.

AN: The prompt was "I Can't Be Around You"

You hit the “submit” button on the webpage and felt that mix of emotions:  relief to be done with the semester, regret that you were one term closer to graduation (and school loan repayments), and panic that you’d attached the wrong paper in your submission.  You double-checked your submission – your end-of-term paper for Advanced Topics in Evidence – and heaved a sigh of relief.

You thought about reaching out to your boyfriend but hesitated.  Sonny Carisi worked with the NYPD’s Special Victims Unit, and his hours had been insane since he transferred there.  You had met him in a history of American Criminal Law course at Fordham, and you’d hit it off immediately.  It had taken only a few months to go from study buddies to dating.  Sonny was the entire package:  smart, funny, kind.  And handsome, both with and without his ridiculous mustache.

But ever since Sonny transferred to Manhattan, you’d seen less and less of him.  No matter how much you sat down with him and tried to sync calendars, he ended up cancelling and rescheduling.  And those were the better days – sometimes he didn’t cancel until you’d been waiting for an hour or more, his voice guilty over the phone as he explained in broad terms some new, terrible case he’d caught.

You felt terrible, like you were second best.  But you couldn’t complain because Sonny was working the hardest cases and helping the most desperate victims.  How could you whine about not getting an anniversary dinner when Sonny was tracking down rapists and child molesters?  It would be selfish.

You glanced at your phone and noted the time.  Sonny had already told you that he’d be late – a new case at the precinct that was really bringing the squad down.  Everyone was frustrated and upset, and the forced overtime didn’t help. 

Well, if he couldn’t come to you, you could go to him.  You grabbed your wallet and keys, threw on your coat, and made your way to the precinct.

You made one stop first.  You loaded up at a nearby deli with sandwiches, salads, and drinks for the squad, then staggered the last few blocks under your armful of food.  You hoped it might bring a smile to the squad’s faces.

-----

When you walked into the squad room though, there were already plenty of smiles.  You heard laughter when you exited the elevator; you could make out Sonny’s Staten Island accent and Rollin’s softer Southern drawl underneath, and Fin’s deeper chuckles at whatever they were saying.  When you rounded the corner, you didn’t see a frustrated or suffering squad.  You saw a group of people huddled around a large table, laughing and joking around.

You felt suddenly out of place and wanted to slink out of the room, but Fin caught sight of you.

“Hey!” he called out, and you watched everyone’s heads swivel around to look at you.  “You bring us dinner?”

You nodded dumbly and allowed the older detective to take the bags from you.  He sat them on the table, pushing aside the mostly-empty pizza boxes.

Sonny stood up and came over to you, wrapping you in a hug and kissing you on your temple.  “What are you doing here, doll?” he said.  He pushed you out at arm’s length and grinned at you, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners.

You shrugged against him and gave him a rueful grin.  “I haven’t seen you in a few days and thought you might be hungry.”

“We already ate,” Rollins chimed in from her spot at the table, but Sonny broke in before you could respond.

“This was really thoughtful,” he said, and he pulled you back in for another hug.  You wound your arms around his chest, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath against him.  He smelled amazing, as always, and it made you miss him all the more.

After a moment – too short of a moment – he gently unwound you from him and placed one of his arms around your shoulder.  Sonny steered you towards the elevators.

“I know it’s been a while,” he said by way of apology.  “But I’m off on Saturday.  We’ll do something real nice.”

And then he kissed you – again, too briefly – before he placed you on the elevator and gave you a wave as the doors closed in front of you.

-----

Aside from a handful of texts back and forth, and one quick phone call, you didn’t hear from Sonny over the next few days.  He told you to meet him at his place on Saturday – he was going to make you dinner, probably Ma Carisi’s famous baked manicotti.  Not that Sonny needed help in that department, but it was a tray of those manicotti that sealed the deal with you. 

When you got to his apartment, though, he wasn’t there.  You buzzed him from the lobby but he didn’t answer.  You called him twice before he picked up, and if you expected the background noise of the bullpen at SVU, you were disappointed to be proven wrong.

“Sorry,” he apologized, and your ears strained to pick up any noise behind his voice.  It sounded like a television was on in the background of wherever he was.  “I’m on my way now.”

You sat on the steps of his building for the forty minutes it took him to get to there from…wherever he had been.  Maybe he had been with his sister, Bella.  Sometimes Bella and her boyfriend had arguments that Sonny would go over and soothe with big brotherly advice and food.

The thought that he’d been with family soothed the sick feeling you had in your gut.  Your last boyfriend before Sonny had cheated on you, and you always felt tuned into potential infidelity.  You tried not to be that way, you tried to trust – but the fact was that Sonny was a catch, and he could have any woman he wanted.  And you were in a tough stretch where you rarely got to see each other…your mind wandered and tortured itself at night, when you were alone.

Then Sonny came loping around the corner, slightly out of breath and skidding on the slick soles of his dress shoes.  “Sorry!  Family drama!” he said, and you were so happy to see him that you pushed those thoughts aside.

He brushed a kiss on your mouth and then pulled out his keys to let you both into the building and then his apartment.  “You okay with take-out?” he asked.  You felt his eyes rake over you – you’d dressed up a bit, in a nice skirt and shirt (and underneath, your nicer lingerie).  You’d taken the time to style your hair and put on a bit of lipstick.  Then you saw him wince as he put it together in his head.  You’d not seen each other in a while, he had promised a nice night together so you had dressed up – and he was late and offering take out.

“That sounds great,” you replied with a smile.  “I’m just happy to see you finally.”

The two of you sifted through Sonny’s extensive pile of take-out menus, finally settling on the usual pizza and breadsticks meal from the restaurant around the corner.  Sonny made the call, and you looked him over as he did.  He was in his navy blue suit today, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up to show his forearms. 

You loved his forearms, and his hands, and your mind wandered as Sonny placed your food order.  You imagined peeling him out of the sharp suit and dress shirt.  You imagined him pushing one of his hands under your skirt.  You didn’t think you’d even make it to the bedroom, you wanted him so badly.  Couch sex it was, then.

Finally he hung up and tossed his phone onto the kitchen table.  He turned and opened his arms, and you took the couple of steps over to him until he could enfold you in his warm embrace.  You tilted your head up to him and kissed him.  His lips were soft, and he let out a quiet huff as you ran the tip of your tongue against the seam of his mouth.  He opened himself to you, and you kissed him deeply, tasting the bitter aftertaste of the beer he’d obviously drank earlier.

You broke away with a smile.  “How’s Bella doing?”

“Fine, I guess,” he replied with a shrug.  “She sent me a text yesterday and seemed fine.”

You felt that sick feeling flood you again and shot him a puzzled look.  “I thought you said there was family drama…”

Sonny waved his hands.  “Nah, that was Amanda.  She’s having problems with her sister, so I took her home and made her dinner to cheer her up.”

“Oh.”  Your stomach did an unpleasant little flip as the situation became clear to you.  Days without seeing each other, a promised night together, and he was late…because he was with Amanda.  Amanda, who got homecooked food, and you – the girlfriend – got shitty take-out pizza and chewy breadsticks.

Sonny seemed to pick up on your sudden shift in mood.  “Don’t be jealous,” he pleaded.  “It’s not like that at all.  She’s just having a hard time…”

“Sure.”

He ran a nervous hand through his hair, mussing it slightly.  “She doesn’t have it all together like you,” he tried. 

You gave a snort of laughter that you hoped didn’t sound as bitter as it felt.  “Maybe I should let my life fall apart a little then.”

When the food came, you both ate in awkward silence that was only punctuated by you each chewing on the tough pizza crust and the occasional question about upcoming school courses.  You went to Fordham law full-time, and Sonny went to night school.  You were younger than him, but you’d both probably graduate at the same time.

You had just settled the sick feeling in your stomach again, and you and Sonny were on his couch, making out in a way that was quickly progressing from sweet to needy.  And then his phone started chiming….over and over and over again.

Sonny groaned in frustration against your neck, then reached for his phone.  You only caught a glimpse of it, but it was a series of texts.  From Amanda.

“Something about her sister,” Sonny murmured as he scrolled through the messages.  You felt him pulling away from the moment, so you rolled your hips up against him and smiled at the sharp intake of breath that it pulled from between his lips.  He pulled his eyes away from his phone’s screen long enough to look at you with a sheepish smile.  “I should call her real quick.  Calm her down.”

You didn’t even have a chance to argue:  he climbed off of you and took his phone to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.  And in the long moments that followed, you went through an entire spectrum of emotions:  disbelief, irritation, fear, jealousy.  And when you heard Sonny’s laugh drift down the hallway, muffled by the closed door, you felt complete rage.

But you waited.  You waited and felt your desire cool off completely.  You waited and watched the clock on the cable box turn over an hour and creep towards another.  You waited and nothing – just Sonny’s muted voice and occasional laugh.  Had he forgotten about you altogether?  And why was he talking to his partner behind closed doors?  You felt the pizza you’d eaten start to rise in your throat, and you dashed to his bathroom to throw up. 

You didn’t bother being quiet.  You emptied your stomach, flushed, ran the sink for a long time as you composed yourself.  Nothing drew Sonny out, and in that moment, you made a decision just to leave.  A cool, composed part of you – the lawyerly part that would help you eventually become a brilliant counselor in your own right – wondered if or when Sonny would even notice you were gone.

You left at eleven o’clock at night.  Sonny didn’t try calling until one in the morning.  You weren’t asleep, but you silenced your phone and let it go to voicemail.  Along with the next five calls.

********

Sonny knew he had screwed up royally, and he had no idea how to fix it.  At first, he had been irritated at your jealousy, but when he really thought about it, he felt a sting of guilt.

You had awful schedules that never seemed to mesh, but you always found a way to make time for him – but he didn’t reciprocate.  He listed all the times he’d failed you:  the time you were sick with the flu and needed someone to pick up your prescriptions.  The time you needed a ride to LaGuardia.  Your anniversary, one year together.  Countless dates, cancelled and rescheduled so many times that they overlapped.

You were remarkably capable though.  You had hoisted your own sick self out of bed and gotten your own Tamiflu.  You had paid an exorbitant amount and just taken a cab to the airport.  You had eaten the anniversary dinner alone, and you had been more than forgiving. 

And his partner, Amanda, always needed help.  There was an unhealthy part of Sonny that loved taking care of people, especially women.  He knew it was a sick form of codependency, needing to be needed – and it was easy to be needed by Amanda, especially when you could take care of himself.

You never complained to him until now, and you weren’t even complaining.  You just seemed done.  Apparently it had been building up all along, but Sonny hadn’t noticed until it was too late.  And as much as had gotten past him, he knew with a sinking heart that it was too late.

Finally, he got you on the phone and got you to agree to a date.  “A real date,” he pleaded.  “No interruptions, just you and me and a giant pile of apologies.”  There was a long pause before you said you’d meet him somewhere, and he sighed in relief.  He could salvage it after all.

He loved you intensely; he imagined a near future where you were both out of law school with more free time, when he could prove himself to you, when he would plan some perfect evening together and get on one knee and ask you to be his wife.  He just needed to fix it now, so that he could get to that future place with you.

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You sat outside the restaurant for an hour, which was about fifty minutes longer than you needed to know that Sonny wasn’t coming.  The cool, lawyerly part of you had already assumed this would happen:  you hadn’t bothered wearing nice lingerie, and your makeup had been a minimal effort beyond a swipe of cherry lip balm.

You were walking home when your phone rang, and you answered it.

“Doll, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be,” you cut him off.  He launched into some convoluted story involving a trip to Pennsylvania with Amanda to visit some prisoner there, then a flat tire outside of the Poconos, and no cell service.  You let him ramble for a long minute, then cut him off again.

“Don’t bother,” you said, and you were happy that your voice was even and not shaky with anger or sadness.  “I’m walking home, putting on my pajamas, and I’m going to have a bowl of cereal for dinner.”  You paused, then added, “it’s a pity, too.  The restaurant looked nice, at least from the outside.”

“Let me come over,” he pleaded, and you felt your resolve waver for a second.  “I can cook for you…”

“No.  I can’t be around you anymore, Sonny.”  You ignored the sudden intake of breath on the other end of the line, then you delivered the killing blow, sharpened to a deadly point over a year’s worth of being second best or a passing thought.  “Go cook for Amanda.  I heard you have a thing for walking disasters.”  Then you hung up, fiddled with your phone long enough to block his number, and walked home. 

You didn’t shed a single tear though.  You’d already cried plenty over Sonny, and you had no tears left for him.

[noellawrites]

So of course none of the SVU yanderes you write for respond well to a romantic rival. But how would they respond to it if you were already dating someone before you met them? Who would take it “best”, relatively speaking? Who takes it worst?

i love answering asks like this! they help with inspo as well, so feel free to send any questions like this :)

i hope i understood this correctly!

i'll rank them from best to worst lol

Sonny Carisi would probably take it the best. He knows he's got this boyish charm and he can definitely kill your s/o with kindness. He knows you belong with him (and he's convinced you know deep down, too) so he doesn't lose sleep over it.

Mike Dodds is next. He's not great at losing but he has plentiful resources at his hands thanks to his dad. He can bribe your s/o, threaten them or even put out a hit on them. Eventually, he'll weasel his way into your life to be your shoulder to cry on.

Rafael Barba is not going to take this very well. He's definitely going to lose sleep over figuring out how to make you his and get your s/o out of the picture. He is very intelligent and determined, fatal traits in a yandere. Good luck.

Nick Amaro is going to beat up your s/o and leave them for dead on the sidewalk. Your s/o is going to get killed or at least very badly injured. The law? What law? In Nick's book, there is no law that concerns him when it comes to his loved ones.

[maggie32432]

Firelight (Rafael Barba Imagine)

Third POV

"What the hell were you thinking?" Rafael says, marching alongside you after a long long day trying to catch a predator and possibly putting yourself in harms way to get the creep to incriminate himself. "I was thinking that I'm a detective and can easily and willingly use myself as bait when the situation arises," You say defensively, "Olivia said it was fine," You reassure and he sighs to himself,

"When you do things like this it makes it harder for me to do my job!" He exclaims as you both approach his apartment front door, "So why did you invite me over to your place then?" You ask, dusting the snow off of your coat, as he unlocks the door to his large home.

"Because now after you did this I need to prepare you for what they could ask you on the stand tomorrow!" He exclaims "I've been on the stand before, Barba,"

He mumbles something in Spanish to himself before allowing both of you inside the apartment. He immediately goes to the bar cart to pour a drink and you slide your coat off your shoulders, happy to be out of the New York City snowstorm.

"Besides, with this storm I guarantee the trial date is going to have to be pushed back. No way these roads will be clear by morning," "Great. So another day the man who tried to rape you will spend another day not facing punishment,"

"Is that what this is about? You're mad that he tried to go after me," "He didn't 'go after you', Y/N, he had you pinned against the wall and said what he wanted to do to you. I had to hear all of that," "You're not mad because I made the case harder for you. You're mad because I was in danger," You say, voice softer now as Rafael bites his cheek, looking out the window.

"Rafa," You say softly, sitting on the couch next to him. "Olivia said something to me today. It's had me thinking a lot," "Well tell me. You know you can tell me anything," You say, feeling his warmth now that you're sitting so close.

"It was nothing. I assume you're right about the case, but you should still stay here," "Hm?" You ask, trying to not focus too much on the fact that he completely changed the subject. "The snow storm is forecasted to make the roads dangerous. Stay here with me," He says and you feel your heart melt.

The light in the apartment is dim. The only light flickers from the gas fireplace that Rafael clicked on when you both came in. He swirls his drink in his hand as you sit inches away from him, both listening to the crackling of the fire.

The lights of NYC light up the windows as snow falls at a fast speed. "You asked me here because you wanted to be with me and know I'm safe," You whisper and he bites his lip, and your heart begins to race.

"Rafa," You say, inching closer to him and he shifts in his seat, "Olivia said that-well she asked if this case is going to be too personal for me because it involves you," "Wait what?" You ask, stomach now doing flips, "She thought that I was too close to this case because it involves you,"

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch Rafael, your best friend in this whole world, put his drink down on the coffee table. This is not nearly the first time you've been here to talk about cases or just spend time with each other, but it's always been just that...nothing more than just friends.

"That makes sense. She knows we're good friends," "No. That's not it and you know it," He says, now looking you in the eyes as you fiddle with your fingers. "me has embrujado" he whispers to himself before glancing back up at you. "She was right, Y/N. I don't know how to win this case without wanting to rip this guy apart with my bare hands," Rafael says, and without another word, you put both hands on the sides of his face and kiss him gently.

He smiles into the kiss before placing a hand on the side of your head, "How long have you felt this way?" "Since the moment I met you," He says before kissing you again, laying you back down against the soft couch, letting the firelight illuminate each other's features.

The kiss deepens and you begin to undo his tie, "You sure?" "Rafa...please," You whisper and he smiles before he kisses your neck...leading to a night that you'd never ever forget.

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

The Sounds of Justice (9)

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

Chapter 9

At the top of the stairs in Gibbs’ basement, on the other side of the open door, the chill from the night air was even more noticeable.  Your boss didn’t look up from the area that he was focusing on the wooden frame of his boat but you knew that he had registered your presence.  Descending the stairs, you made your way to the opposite side of the boat to Gibbs and accepted the sandpaper that he thrust at you.

“You should be sleeping.”

“I can’t.”  You confessed after you identified where you needed to use the sandpaper.  This wasn’t your first time in your boss’ basement and it was an open invitation to any member of Gibbs’ team to visit Gibbs in his basement and talk through any problems that you were facing.  “The what-ifs keep buzzing around in my mind.  What if I hadn’t had breakfast that morning?  What if Barba’s second-in-command had gotten the dosage wrong?  Or what if he decided that Sonny and I weren’t worth the hassle of keeping us alive?  What if I hadn’t gone with Sonny to that warehouse?  What if Sonny had been hurt worse because I didn’t put together that Barba was the one we were really searching for?”

“What if you stepped off the path at the wrong time and you got hit by a bus?”  Your boss questioned without missing a beat.  “What if you fell down the stairs just now?”

The repetitive movements of your hand allowed your mind to drift back to the case and concentrate on the facts of the case while your mind absorbed what your boss was telling you. 

“I’m disappointed in myself,” you exhaled.  “I had all this training and experience from the BAU and from NCIS and I still didn’t see Barba’s betrayal coming.  I should have known better when he took an interest in me.”

Gibbs snorted sceptically, “It wasn’t just you that he deceived.”

“Yeah, I know.”  You responded.

You and your boss lapsed into a comfortable silence until you remembered something else.  “Barba’s now in a federal prison and Interpol has the relevant information.”

There was a slight displeased twitch of your boss’ lips at the mention of Interpol.  The less he had to deal with Interpol, the better.  Especially when it came to their boss, a former insurance salesman.  The dealings that he had had with them in the past were less than pleasant and Gibbs had promised himself that he would do whatever he needed to do to keep the interactions between you, Tony, Bishop, Torres, Ducky, Palmer, Abby, Ziva, and McGee to a minimum.  Gibbs was grateful for the fact that you had remembered about Rule 45 which meant that Interpol was up to date and wouldn’t be bothering his team unless there was a dire need.  Gibbs hoped that never happened.

“Rule 11?” Your boss quizzed.  His voice belied none of his thoughts.

“When the job is done, walk away.”

“Move to your right.  That panel needs more sanding.”

Meanwhile, Rafael Barba sat at a white circular table on a hard chair with his hands cuffed on top of the table after his trial in front of the Naval Court.  To no one’s surprise, he was found guilty on all accounts.  He had to give the officers in charge some credit; they were remarkably efficient and swift in dispensing justice when they learned that two of their own were impacted as a result of his actions.

Regardless of the fact that he had not been there very long, Rafael was still entitled to visits.  He tuned out the mindless chatter in the room and focused on his cuffed hands.  A shadow appeared on the tabletop and unhurriedly, he moved his gaze to the person who cast the shadow.

“I see you got my message.”

Rita Calhoun settled down opposite him, “Never thought I’d see the day when Rafael Barba sat in federal prison as a prisoner.”

Rafael cast his eyes around the spacious and poorly designed room.  He made eye contact with one of the guards and jerked his chin upwards.  The guard paled and gave the order for the room to be cleared.

When the room was empty, Rafael spoke again, “Though it is not the same as the outside world, I have a substantial amount of influence in this prison.”

Rita laid her briefcase on the table, “And I presume this is where I come in?”

Rafael inclined his head.

“Then we had better get started on your defence.  I believe the sympathetic angle would be the best bet.  You will have to assure the court that you are not a threat to society which includes you promising that you won’t seek any opportunities to take revenge on the NCIS and SVU teams that played a role in your arrest.”

Rafael was silent and a calculating gleam appeared in his green eyes that had dulled slightly from his time in prison.  While he was afforded some luxuries due to his position on the outside, nothing compared to the comforts of home.

“If the court senses that you will harm Special Agent (Surname)--”

“NO!” Barba thundered, “She is not to be harmed.  If anyone attempts to do so, they will deal with me!”  He thumped his hand on the table for added emphasis and he enjoyed the involuntary jump from Rita after his proclamation.

“The others are not to be harmed either.  I will not take the chance that (Name) might risk her life to protect one of them.”

“I’ll give the order,”  Rita promised.

“Good to hear.”  Rafael smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes, “With your assistance, I’m sure that I’ll be released very soon.”

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

Crumbs to Your Love - Rafael Barba

A/N: Hi, hi! I have been binging SVU again and have been recently obsessed with Crumbl cookies, so voila! 

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader Word Count: 1.9k Synopsis: After a breakup, Rafael attempts to get back in the reader’s good graces with cookies.

Never date your coworkers.

When the relationship ends, there’s the awkwardness when you pass each other at your job. There’s the looks from your other coworkers, the ones who want to choose a side. There’s the tension when you have to interact with each other.

But worse of all, there’s the awkward situation when your ex brings in cookies from the place you have been dying to try, and you have no idea how to ask for one. 

“He doesn’t even like cookies,” you whispered to your coworker. The two of you were standing in the corner of the kitchen, the bright pink box of Crumbl cookies sitting on the counter, staring you down. 

“What?”

“The man doesn’t eat sweets,” you said. “He doesn’t eat. Why the hell would he order a giant box of cookies? And then why would he share it with his coworkers? He hates us.” You were talking in hushed tones, but the other people in the kitchen still gave you a concerned glance. You forced a smile and looked to your friend.

“I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head, “But I doubt he would care if you took a cookie.”

“Please,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“How would he even know what cookie went to who?”

“Who’s to say he doesn’t have this place bugged with cameras.”

“Why would he do that?”

“I don’t--”

“Y/N, Grace.” You turned towards the doorway as Rafael walked in. He gave you a tight lipped smile. “Did you guys have any cookies yet?”

“No, I--”

“We were actually just about to,” Grace said, pushing you gently towards the counter. Rafael smiled at you and you could have sworn you saw something like triumph in his eyes. 

You opened the box of cookies and held back a gasp. Six beautiful cookies looked up at you, all cut into fours, with each missing a few pieces. The longer you stared, the more embarrassing this would be, so you quickly reached for the one closest to you: a cookies and cream cookie.

“Thank you,” you said, looking at Rafael quickly. He nodded his head. 

“Yeah. You made a good choice, that was my pick, too.”

You gave him a slight smile as you moved past him. You looped Grace’s arm with yours and pulled her out of the room before she could burst out laughing.

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The next week, you were sitting at your desk when Rafael walked into the room. You were a paralegal, and sat in an office with anywhere from three to six other paralegals at a time, but for some reason he chose you.

He walked up to your desk and you reluctantly looked at him.

“How can I help you, Mr. Barba?” you asked. The lines around his eyes seemed to tighten for a moment. 

“Just wanted to let you know I brought in more Crumbl.”

“Why?” you asked. He shrugged. He had one arm behind his back and as you looked at him he revealed the box of cookies he held in his hand. 

“Want one?”

“Umm, yes.” He opened the box and this time you picked a quarter of the strawberry one. 

“Another good pick.”

“Thank you?”

He gave you a strange smile and backed away from your desk. Before he could walk out the door, the rest of the paralegal team surrounded him and took the rest of his cookies. 

As you took a bite of the cookie, unable to stifle the slight groan you let out, your eyes locked with Rafael’s as he was leaving. He smirked before leaving the room.

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For the next three weeks, Rafael would bring in Crumbl cookies, and make a specific effort to be there when you selected one. However, this week, most likely busy with a case, you hadn’t even seen a glimpse of him.

You were heading out for your lunch on a Friday when you spotted him again.

“Y/N, hey!” he called, jogging to catch up with you.

“Hi, Rafael.”

“Would you mind helping me with something?”

“I was actually just about to take my lunch—“

“It’s not work related. Well, not really.”

“What then?”

“I was going to run out for Crumbl again. Maybe you’d want to join me? A few of the people from my floor have noticed the empty boxes and instructed me to get more. I could use the extra hands.”

“Carmen was busy?” you asked, stepping out of the courthouse.

“She was. Plus, I’ve noticed how much you like the cookies—“

“Have you?” you asked with a laugh. Rafael smiled sheepishly at you. “Yeah, sure, I’d be happy to help.”

“Thank you,” he said, smiling at you, “I’ll make sure you get first pick.”

You walked down the street together and the space between the two of you felt unnatural. You were still side by side but there was a magnet pulling your hands together that the two of you fought insistently. Eventually, you couldn’t resist the temptation and stuck your hands in your pockets.

The cookie shop was only a few blocks down, but in the trip over there, it felt like you had met a completely new person.

The Rafael you had dated had been passionate and caring, but also reserved and hot tempered. The Rafael you walked with was open and considerate, he asked you about your day and he listened intently to your answer. By the time you got to Crumbl, you were so surprised by his behavior that you completely forgot why you had walked with him in the first place.

You walked up to the counter and looked at the cookies on display. Just the smell of this place was overwhelming. It was like you walked into cookie heaven and you never wanted to leave.

“So?”

“So what?” you asked, looking back at Rafael.

“What’s your pick?”

“The cake batter one is calling my name,” you said, “But I want to try them all.” Rafael laughed and stepped in line with you.

“I had no idea that people could take cookies so seriously,” he said, motioning to the long line.

“People love limited things. The cookies are only here for a week, so you have to try them each week. It’s kind of genius.”

“It’s kind of bankrupting me,” he said with a soft smile. You laughed. You didn’t remember laughing as much with him before.

“Why did you even start bringing them in in the first place?”

“A friend recommended them to me.”

“But why share it with all of us?” you asked, stepping up in line. Rafael let out a sigh.

“It has been recently brought to my attention that I can be some what of a uncaring person.”

“What? You?” you asked sarcastically. He gave you a false smile.

“It’s not my intention,” he said, “And if I was that way with you—“

“Oh, Rafael, we don’t have to get into this. We’re fine. You are a little . . . brash. But it’s because you work hard. I wouldn’t say you’re uncaring. I think you care too much about the work you do that you sort of forget that you’re not the only one doing it.”

“Thank you,” he said softly. “That’s why I bring the cookies. I would like to make more of an effort with my coworkers.”

“Well, the cookies are definitely working. Although we may all be getting addicted.”

It was your turn and Rafael walked up and ordered a dozen cookies, twice what he usually does. The employee asked if that would be all, and last minute, he added an extra cake batter cookie.

When your order was ready, Rafael grabbed the boxes and handed you the small one. Inside was the warm cake batter cookie.

“Take it as my thanks for coming with me, and an apology for the way I’ve acted.”

“Rafael, I—“

“It’s just a cookie, Y/N.”

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“What do you think you’re doing?”

Rafael looked up from the casework in front of him to see Grace, another paralegal, storm into his office.

“Uh, how can I help you, Grace?”

“You can stop whatever you’re doing with Y/N.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“The cookies, asking her to walk with you, it’s all very obvious that you want her back. You broke her heart once, I’m not going to let you do it again.”

Rafael let out a sigh, looking between her and the open door. “Shut the door.” She gave him a skeptical look but did as he asked. She sat down in front of his desk.

“I made a mistake,” he began. “I messed things up with Y/N. I didn’t bring the cookies in to win her over, but I saw how much she liked them and,” he sighed. “I’m just trying to show her that I’m not the asshole I’ve been.”

“So tell her that,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Tell her you messed up and want another chance and stop stuffing us with cookies. It’s sad.”

“You can leave my office,” he said, standing. A look crossed over his face like she remembered who she was dealing with. “But thank you. I will take that into consideration.”

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“Y/N!”

You looked back up the courthouse steps you had just walked down to see Rafael hustling down them.

“On another Crumbl run?” you asked. He laughed gently.

“No, I was looking for you.”

“Oh.”

“I realize that my attempts to turn your affection with cookies isn’t necessarily working, so I just wanted you to know, that I regret the way things ended with us, and if you’d let me, I would like to take you out again to show you I can change and be the kind of person you deserve.”

You looked at him blankly for a few moments, taking in everything he said. “The cookies were to win my affection?” you asked.

“Yes,” Rafael sighed. You smirked as you tried to fight off a laugh.

“That’s really stupid, but also very cute. I would love to go out with you again, Rafael,” you said.

“Really? Are you free now?”

“I am,” you said with a smile. Rafael took your hand in his and it felt right, like something had locked into place finally. “But this date better include a stop to Crumbl because they have a pumpkin flavored one this week.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

[storiesofsvu]

Jealous Rafael Barba Headcanons

Requested by lawandordersvu1234​

*Also this kinda low-key turned into a lil baby story but, I just rolled with it…**

Rafael does his best not to get jealous, but honestly, once he started dating you, it became something that was beyond easy to do, especially since you were still keeping it on the down low from the rest of the squad. In the back of his mind he’s already a little insecure about the entire situation, you’re younger, he’s been basically married to his work for the past decade, leaving little time for romance and sometimes he feels like he’s completely forgotten how to go about it.

You’re out celebrating a win on a case with the squad, first it’s the way the bartender’s gaze lingers down your blouse while you’re leaning against the bar waiting for a drink, it’s the way you laugh loudly at something Carisi’s saying, a glimmer in your eyes usually reserved for Rafael, the bright smile remaining on your face as you listen to the crappy story Rollin’s is telling. Rafael’s jaw is clenched, he’s stoically quiet, staring off into the distance or into his scotch, knuckles nearly white at how tight he’s grasping the glass.

Fin nudges him, asking what’s up, that he won the case, should be happy, Rafael grunts in response, tossing back the rest of his drink as he watches you and Amanda disappear to the bathroom. He doesn’t know why it seems you always look so much happier around the squad, you’re always laughing your way through conversations with Amanda, and tonight it’s really rubbing him the wrong way.

When you get back to the table and notice the lack of his jacket you quirk a brow to Olivia since she’s the only one that knows you’re together, she simply nods her head sideways towards the door. You roll your eyes, not wanting to arise suspicions by leaving right after him, choosing to stay for another round, shooting him off a text that he never replies to.

You call it a night, heading to his apartment instead of yours, his face softens into confusion at the sight of you at his door, asking why you’re there. You retort with asking why he left both early and without saying goodbye.

He lets you into his apartment, settling into the couch with you, fresh glass of scotch in both of your hands.You let him stew over his thoughts for a bit, leaning in to kiss his cheek gently, reminding him that you’re still waiting for a reply. Giving out a hefty sigh he mentions that he was jealous, which you can’t help but laugh quietly at, “of what?”

Rafael brings up how you seem to be having so much more fun with the squad, that your smile is brighter around Carisi, he brings up the age difference, and you let him get it all out, a warm smile on your face, hand holding his.

You mention that you’re more outgoing with the squad and reserved around him because you’re relaxed, at a sense of peace when it’s just the two of you, that you don’t have to keep the energy up, keep the jokes flowing to break down walls. When you’re with him, you can actually be yourself, you’re comfortable with him, the silence, only having to communicate through touch, a look in the eye, a slight smirk of the lips is all you need to express how you’re feeling. 

It’s then that he realizes it, the softness of you isn’t a lack of feeling happy around him, it’s love. It’s the love wrapping around the two of you, holding you closer and tighter than he could ever have imagined. He feels like an idiot for the entire thing, apologizing to you that your easily accept.

You lean into him, cupping his face in your hand as you gently kiss him, lips moving with ease, heart fluttering in your chest when you stare into those emerald eyes, “You’ve got nothing to worry about silly, I’m in love with you.”

[tinyboxxtink]

i’m in desperate need of a jealous Barba fic. but also kinda an “I Can See You” by taylor swift vibe. I love ur writing sm

You brush past me in the hallway And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya? I’ve been watchin' you for ages And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it.

Your boss Rafael Barba and yourself had sexual tension from the moment you stepped into his office on your first day. Ever since then it had been little glances here and there, a brush of hands when you handed him his depositions at the end of the day.

But what would you do if I went to touch you now? What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a sound?

Every night you'd go home and imagine the possibilities. If only you had the courage to say something. Although, when you thought about it, you could never. It wouldn't be appropriate, even if he did feel the same way. Which you didn't know for absolute sure that he did.

’Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me And I could see you up against the wall with me And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew That I can see you

But one day, you saw him point blank watching you walk away from him, his tongue unconciously running across the top of his lips. You knew something had to be done, and soon.

So the very next day you had a male friend come up to the office to take you to lunch. He was a male model, very easy on the eyes. In fact you'd be all over him if it weren't for the fact that he was gay, but Rafael didn't need to know that.

As soon as he saw Carlos and you leave together, he lost it. He knew he had to make a move before this new Latin lover swept you off your feet.

And he would do exactly that, he told himself. As soon as you returned. He'd finally make a move.

And we kept everything professional But something's changed, it's somethin' I like They keep watchful eyes on us So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet.

He asked to speak with you in his office as before the doors closed, his mouth was on yours. You groped each other as the build up of your needs exploded with fire into one another. He was gnawing on your neck, tearing your clothe off. You knew you had to keep quiet so you buried your face into his chest to keep from moaning loudly. He hoisted you up onto his desk while you fumbled with his belt and spreading your legs. His fingers slipped between your underwear and were exploring your walls, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

He was just about to enter you, your wants and needs for months now about to be fulfilled...

And then you woke up. You realized you were in your bed, and you immediately recounted the days events. He hadn't taken you into his office that day, he didn't even comment on your lunch date. At the end of the day, he simply said goodbye to you as he always did, but you could've sworn you saw a pained expression on his face.

Oh well, maybe someday....

You won't believe half the things I see inside my head Wait 'til you see half the things that haven’t happened yet...

[daddydoddsjr]

So, who on the Law and Order groups do you think would be down to get pegged 🤔 inquiring minds want to know….

Pairings || Law and Order men x Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Smut ofc, pegging, crying (the good kind), dom/sub vibes

Authors Note || i did not expect to ever be asked this— thank you lmao. i’ll do another part with more characters when i can !!

Rafael Barba

You’d have to be dating for a long time before he even considers it

He’s more of a top than a bottom so he’d have to be in the mood for it

He loves it though

And he definitely loves seeing you above him and taking control

He won’t say that outright though

Sonny Carisi

Is more open to it than you’d expect

Cries during and after

Happy and overstimulated crying

Praise him

Would shop for more toys with you

Elliot Stabler

Sorry Elliot lovers but I think he’d give you an immediate no for this

He prefers to be dominant and probably wouldn’t like the loss of control

Joe Velasco

May or may not be for it

But if he is for it, he’ll definitely be embarrassed about it

Would probably only be a one time thing

Maybe twice if you’re lucky

Nolan Price

You want to do what?

The answer at first is definitely a no

Until he thinks about it a little more

He’d like being submissive but he won’t admit it out-loud

Would want it more often but would never ask

[saiilorstars]

Ch. 57: Just a Thought

Previous chapters // Montserrat’s masterlist

Fandom: SVU // Pairing: Rafael Barba x OC

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

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Montserrat could lie and say she had no idea how they ended up forgetting about their couch date with a movie and take-out dinner, but she had no desire to do so. Right now, her desires and senses were inflamed with Rafael's kisses. He hovered over her, lips working hard against hers until he decided to grace her with a trail of kisses down and around her neck.

"We should at least" — Montserrat giggled — "turn the television off. Save yourself a little something on the cable bill."

Rafael stopped altogether and looked deep into her eyes. "If that's what you're thinking of right now, then I have seriously failed."

Montserrat slid her hands over his face, fingers gently stroking his cheeks. "You never fail me," she said. "I'm in heaven right now."

"Really?" Rafael couldn't help the doubt that filled his tone. He couldn't help feeling slightly unconvinced each time they were together like this that perhaps he would end up pushing Montserrat too far and make her close off again. Yes, she was always reciprocating his advances. He kissed her, she kissed him back. He hugged her, she hugged him. And yes, when he touched her, she touched him. But when those advances became stronger—even if they were considered as simple as fooling around on the couch—Rafael always had doubt in the back of his mind. That doubt scared him. He didn't ever want to do anything that would push her over the edge; anything that would make him lose her. He was in too deep to lose her.

"Course I am," Montserrat said, lifting her head to kiss him. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Rafael didn't want to say it so...clearly. Why sour her mood?

"If you're overthinking things, then I'm failing here," Montserrat said, letting go of Rafael's face. "How to fix things, hmm…"

Rafael rolled his eyes at her. She really couldn't help being so sarcastic, could she? He silenced her hums with another kiss. He heard her giggles every now and then but they would lose their strength as well. He took that as a win. She'd forget about giggling and everything else when he kissed her.

She leaned into his touch, wherever his hands and lips were. When his fingers danced over her chest, she pressed her hand over them. She dragged his hand until the top button of her shirt got in the way. Whether it had been for the rush of feelings or maybe for something of the past, Rafael felt when Montserrat flinched. He stopped altogether, pulling himself off her even when he heard her soft 'no'.

"I'm sorry," she apologized fast and sat upright.

"It's fine," he assured her but she wasn't convinced. She helped initiate things and she was the one who stopped it. "Montserrat."

She sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm not being fair."

Rafael couldn't help the soft laugh that came out of him. "Fair? For what?" Montserrat couldn't put her words together but even then, he understood her perfectly. He straightened himself up then tugged Montserrat up to him until she was sitting on his lap. "I'm feeling pretty good right now."

Montserrat wanted to believe him. She knew that he wouldn't lie about these things with her. It was just frustrating that she kept pulling this crap on him. "I was too," she said, promising him. "I-I don't know what that was…"

"Involuntary reaction," Rafael helped her out. "It's perfectly normal for…" Even if he meant to avoid using the word for Montserrat's sake, she went ahead and said it.

"Victims," she whispered. "I'm over that term, you know. I feel like I'm too far gone to use that."

"Montserrat…"

"It's been almost 2 years!"

"So what? That doesn't mean you have to automatically stop having lingering feelings about it. Montserrat, c'mon, you're allowed to feel whatever it is that you feel." Rafael ran his fingers through one of Montserrat's curls. They were a little more out of place because of his constant interventions but in his mind, it made her look even more radiant. She just had that pesky pout on her face.

"I just feel like I'm not being fair to you," she insisted. "I love the way we were but I always have to go and do something to ruin it."

"You're fine," Rafael reiterated sternly. He didn't want to keep entertaining this conversation when all Montserrat felt was senseless guilt.

Montserrat thought he was too good to her. On some level, he had to be at least a little frustrated with things...but of course he would never admit to it. He always made it about her and her health. "You're so good to me," she sighed. "And honestly I don't deserve it all the time."

Rafael thought that was nonsense. It was just her guilt talking. "I just do what makes you happy, dear. I always want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy."

"And you deserve to be happy too," Montserrat said, "You've been with me for half a year now—you've known me for a whole year. You've handled my stuff way before we got together and you never once got angry with me when I lashed out."

"I do recall being slightly snappy," Rafael said, holding up his thumb and index finger for her to see how "slightly" he was talking about.

Montserrat rolled her eyes and pushed his hand down. "Snaps is all I got when I yelled at you. And you always forgave me."

"Hey, I'll always forgive you," Rafael said on instinct, smiling brightly. In his mind, there wasn't anything Montserrat could possibly do to make him think twice about his statement.

There were a couple things Montserrat could think of that would put his faith in her into question. "Would you forgive me for anything?" she asked him.

Rafael didn't even think for a second before he nodded. "Anything."

"No you wouldn't," Montserrat said with a shake of her head and a slight smile.

"I would!"

"No, because there are just some things that are unforgivable."

"Yeah, but I doubt that you would be capable of doing something considered 'unforgivable'."

"I lie," Montserrat offered up that reason a bit too fast.

Rafael stared at her for a better explanation, at the very least a 'kidding' would've deflated the terse air that'd fallen over them. But she never said anything else. Suddenly, Rafael was transported back to the very moment he deduced that Montserrat had gone through something similar to the victims he often worked with. Just like that evening where Montserrat didn't explicitly say it, she implied that something happened to her and she didn't—or couldn't—say it.

And tonight, she was doing it again.

Rafael thought as quickly as his skills allowed him to—he wanted to try and figure out wha was left for her to tell him—but then a little voice in his head cautioned him not to cross that line because once upon a time, Montserrat had said that to him directly. Don't cross where you're not welcomed, she had told him. If Montserrat wasn't talking now, it was for a reason.

Drawing in a breath, he slid his hands over her face. He leaned close to her; he was able to see those light sprinkle of freckles over her face. "There are just some things that you can't say. Nobody is owed your secrets, remember that?"

How could Montserrat forget? He only told her that a thousand times before they were together. "But you'd be mad with me for sure," she said with noticeable fear in her tone. "And Raf, if you were ever that mad with me...I don't know what I'd do. I don't want to lose you." It genuinely terrified her to even think about that moment happening. She loved him. She'd actually gone and fallen in love with him. She couldn't lose him.

"Montserrat Irene," Rafael gripped her face just slightly enough to keep her still, "You'll never lose me."

"But—"

"Shh," Rafael dragged his thumb over Montserrat's lips, "You want me to go all courthouse on you? Because I'm ready to deliver several pieces of evidence to back my case." Montserrat smiled lightly. "I'm here hasta el final."

Montserrat's smile had widened, her entire face nearly brightening up. It was exactly what Rafael wanted to see. "You're willing to go that big for me?" she asked. "Hasta...final?" She tried her best to mimic his perfect Spanish but of course her lack of knowledge gave her a sharp accent.

Rafael adored her attempt nonetheless. "Hasta el final," he said for her again. "Until the end."

Montserrat's stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies. 'I love you' wanted to spill out of her but a tiny part of her knew this wasn't the right moment. She wanted it to be the perfect moment, not soured by her problems. "You're prepared to stay with me that long, then?"

Rafael nodded. "Are you?"

"Of course! Hasta el final!"

"We're going to work on that," Rafael said with a light laugh. Montserrat tried saying it again but her accent was too heavy to get it right that time. Rafael was more than happy to keep repeating it for her. "Hasta el final," he pressed a kiss on her lips.

"Hasta el final," Montserrat dutifully repeated after him. She got another kiss. "Was that better?"

"Sort of. We can keep practicing." The more they practiced, the more kisses he could give her.

~ 0 ~

Montserrat barely stifled a yawn behind her hand. She fixed her gaze on her laptop screen, intending on finishing up her paperwork before lunch.

"Here," Amanda stopped by with a cup of coffee to put on the desk. Montserrat was eternally grateful for it and drank a good amount in her first go.

Amanda laughed teasingly. "Why are you so tired?"

Montserrat's shoulders slumped. She felt like a child being questioned.

"I don't want to be a snitch…" Sonny started, tapping his pen against the edge of his desk and completely ignoring Montserrat's warning look, "But last time I heard from Kara, you and Barba were out on a date…"

"Watch your words very carefully, Carisi," Montserrat glared. All Sonny did was smirk.

Already, Amanda and Fin were cackling with the new piece of information. It was as if Sonny didn't already know how childish and teasing their squad could be!

Montserrat let out an exasperated groan. "You guys are worse than my four year old niece!"

"Isn't she five now?" Sonny asked and received a very sharp 'shut up' in return that had Amanda and Fin laughing even harder.

Montserrat had some pretty good words prepared for all her lovely coworkers but a stranger walked into the bullpen asking for help. At best, she was better off tending to the man instead of getting pink slips. She got up from her desk and headed towards the man, sneaking in a smack against Sonny's arm on the way. "Hello," she greeted the man, "Can I help you?"

The man seemed to be looking around for someone, and confirmed it. "Yeah. Where's Nicky?"

"Who?"

"Nicky Amaro."

"Oh, Nick?" Montserrat blinked. The man nodded. "Um, he's sort of in the middle of an interrogation right now. May I ask who you are? Just so I know what to tell him?"

"I'm his father," the man said with a big grin.

Montserrat's eyes widened. Her head flipped over her shoulder. The others had stopped laughing instantaneously. Suddenly, Montserrat felt like the pink slip would've been ten times easier to deal with instead of what she now had to do. Because of course as soon as the others knew, they offered to stay with the man until Montserrat came back with Nick.

Montserrat mouthed an 'I hate you all' to the group before leaving.

Since both Nick and Olivia were inside the interrogation room, Montserrat couldn't come out with it. She figured Nick would have enough trouble dealing with the fact his father was there — no criminal needed to know that too.

"I just need Nick for a moment," Montserrat said to Olivia, ignoring the interested way their current suspect was gazing at her. It was disgusting but unfortunately part of the job. "It might be two, actually," Montserrat added, thinking about how long it would take for Nick to come back from all this.

As far as anyone knew, his father was no good man.

"Really? Now?" Nick asked, failing to see the urgency behind Montserrat's quiet tone. She nodded at him, making eyes with Olivia for help.

"It's okay, I got it," Olivia told Nick, gesturing to him to leave with Montserrat. He didn't have much choice after that.

"What's so important that you had to take me out of an interrogation?" Nick didn't fail to ask as soon as the door shut behind them. "In the middle of it too!"

"Don't shoot the messenger, please," Montserrat said, beginning their walk back to the bullpen. She made sure to take slow steps too. "Someone's here to see you."

"What, who?" Nick asked.

Montserrat's shoulders rose in anxious anticipation for her answer. "Your father…" She had said it so low that Nick didn't hear the first time.

"What?"

"...your father…"

"Montserrat, I can't hear you!"

"Your father!" Montserrat finally exclaimed, immediately taking a step back from Nick. He would need ample space.

"My fa— he's here!?" Nick scowled. "You let him in!?"

Montserrat's entire posture changed at the stupid accusation. "What!? It's not like I have the keys to this place!? We don't exactly keep people out!"

"That's my — you couldn't have said I wasn't here!?"

"He wasn't going to leave if I had said something!"

"I don't want to see him!"

"Then go tell him that!"

Nick stared long at Montserrat, and for a second she wondered if he was coming up with more things to blame her for. How bad was his relationship to his father? Montserrat wished that she knew and yet at the same time she wished she never learned.

"He's in here?" Nick asked again, his tone much calmer although Montserrat suspected it would take very little to push him again.

She nodded. "He's asking to see you."

"Did he tell you why?"

"No."

Nick shook his head, heaving a heavy sigh. It was clear as day that he would rather be anywhere but here right now.

"Look, if you don't want to see him, go tell him that," Montserrat suggested again. "Because if you don't go out, he won't get that message. You have to leave sometime."

Nick hated that she made sense. His muttered 'fine' came out like a child but given the situation, Montserrat wouldn't point it out.

The two returned to the bullpen to find that Nicolas had somehow enraptured the whole bullpen with a story. It marked an even deeper scowl on Nick's face. It didn't help when he was forced to go have lunch with his father, albeit a really short one at that.

"It was his father?" Olivia couldn't hide her surprise when the others told her. She had finished their interrogation on her own and was only just now understanding what happened.

"It was his father," Montserrat confirmed and nodded. "Kinda felt guilty for going to grab him knowing he wouldn't want to come."

"Yeah, but it's not like we were going to be able to let the man stay here all day," Fin said, shrugging, "Amaro was going to have to come out anyways."

"Well, how bad do you think it's going to be when he comes back?" Sonny asked, genuinely curious.

Nobody was sure how bad it would be but that it was just going to be bad. And sure enough, twenty minutes later as Nick had promised earlier, he was coming back full of rage.

"Nicolas Fiorello Amaro is getting married!" He dropped his coat on the back of his chair haphazardly. "Again!"

Everyone else at their desks exchanged looks. Their silence didn't deter Nick at all.

"To a child bride, and he wants me to come!"

It was obvious what his answer had been.

"And since going would require pretending that he and I have a relationship, or that what happened in our home didn't actually happen—"

"Nick," Olivia was the brave soul who dared to intervene, "You have every right to be upset, okay?"

Nick didn't hear quite right. He wasn't hearing anything at times. "He doesn't get to wipe the slate!"

"We know—"

"It's not fair—"

"We understand, but—"

"Nick, it's not about him," Olviia finally managed to speak over Nick, at least for a moment. "This is about you holding on to your anger. Okay? I've learned that in order to heal, we have to let go."

"Oh, so, what, you've forgiven your father? Or William Lewis?" Nick snapped before the words he spoke even registered in his head. Before Olivia could react to the thrown questions, Montserrat stepped in to help both of them out.

"Letting go and forgiving are two very different concepts," she said, eyes directly on Nick. He turned to her and she half expected him to throw something at her as well. "I don't know which one Olivia picked but I can tell you what I chose."

Nick seemed to contemplate but at the same time he was willing to listen.

"My mom? Regina?" Montserrat reminded him. "She skipped out on our family. I was four and I really needed a mom. Hell, half the times I'm pretty sure I could still use one. I have not forgiven her for abandoning us like that and I probably never will. But at the same time, I'm not going to spend every day of my life being angry at her because she's not worth my time. I let it go, Nick. I know what she did, I hate her for it, but I'm not spending my energy on it and her."

Nick nodded slightly, perhaps to acknowledge that Montserrat had tried helping him out, but whether or not it worked was still unclear. Montserrat leaned back in her chair, waiting to hear the verdict. In the end, however, Nick stormed away from the group.

~0~

"I don't think he liked my words very much," Montserrat later relayed the story to Rafael over dinner.

It was one of those nights where he couldn't get away from the office so they had dinner right there.

"Well, how'd you say it?" Rafael half laughed at his joke, much to Montserrat's annoyance. "You tend to speak loudly sometimes," he added but that didn't make it better either.

Montserrat promptly reached across the couch and took the last piece of chicken she had so graciously given to him because it was his favorite. She made a show of dropping it into her mouth.

Rafaep nodded at her. "Very mature."

"You're one to talk! Did you even listen to me!?"

Rafael pointed at Montserrat. "See? There you go!"

"This date is about to end a lot sooner than you think."

Rafael set his plate on the coffee table and raised his hands in front of him. "Okay, okay, I'm done."

Montserrat scooted closer to him, showing her grand pout. "Seriously, do you think I overstepped with Nick?"

"Nick's got a hard attitude anyways. Don't worry so much about it." Rafael knew he sure wouldn't.

"The only reason you say that is because you and Nick have similar attitudes," Montserrat said. "It's why you clash so much."

"Even then, I don't think you said anything wrong," Rafael shrugged. "You offered a different perspective. A good one, I'll say." He smiled at Montserrat, reaching up to stroke her cheek. "Noble of you." She smiled at him. "And if Nick has anything to say about that, he's going to have a word with me."

Montserrat chuckled. As much as she liked to believe he was joking, she knew it took very little to get him and Nick started. She was just an excuse but even then, she felt a tad special.

"Now about my chicken…"

Montserrat's eyes widened.

"That was my favorite part of the plate," Rafael said, pointing at Montserrat. She raised her hands in defense and yet her growing smile gave very few implications that she was not sorry at all.

"I needed to make a point," she said, trying to back away as he scooted closer to her.

"Mhm, and that meant eating my dinner?"

"It was mine first!"

"Mhm, you're such a thief," Rafael reached for Montserrat's waist to keep her from backing away.

"Am not!"

"I should prosecute you!"

"Fine but I'll get Rita as my defense attorney!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Or Buchanan!"

"Don't you dare!" Rafael yanked Montserrat up to him. Her head fell on his shoulder, laughing.

~0~

As it turned out, Nick's meetings with his father did not end after their first lunch together. One week later at half past midnight, Nick got a call. The following day, SVU was taking over the case.

"You mean Nick's father did this?" Sonny did very little to keep his voice down, although Montserrat chucking a balled-up paper at his face served to remind him for future references.

"Rollins is over at the hospital talking to the fiancee right now," Fin told the two detectives. They were the only ones in the bullpen for the moment. "But listen, Liv just got a heads up that the parademics think Nick forced the fiancee to change her story."

"What? He wouldn't do that," Montserrat made a face, "It is literally the last thing he would ever do."

"Why do they think that anyways?" Sonny asked.

"He was the outcry the victim spoke to and apparently Nick and her talked in spanish for a bit. They misinterpreted it."

"Big time," Montserrat nodded. "How's Nick doing right now? Is he coming in at all?" It was no rocket science that Nick would have to sit this case out given his extremely close ties to it, but it didn't mean that he would go quietly..

Sure enough, a few hours later, Rollins returned with the details of the victim's - Gabriella - story, Olivia and Nick walked in together with the latter looking none too pleased. He was back on desk duty until further notice.

"Look, if my father did something, I don't want anyone here risking anything on his behalf," Nick made the announcement as he begrudgingly sat down at his desk.

"No one said you were…" Sonny mumbled only to get another paper ball thrown at his face. At his questioning gesture, Montserrat mouthed 'stop talking' at him.

Men could really be an extra type of clueless when they wanted to be.

"Well now she's claiming that another guy sexually assaulted her," Amanda said, "So we need to follow that lead as well."

Olivia agreed and started passing out assignments. "We need a timeline, witness statements, cell phone pics, any video footage from that party!"

"And so who's the guy she's accusing now?" Sonny looked over at Amanda as the blonde had already began working at her desk.

"Hm," Amanda smiled sourly, "Javier Arenas. And look at this. Up until a year ago, he was on the registry. Statutory rape."

"Start there," Olivia gave the order.

Soon enough, they would be interviewing Javier to discuss the matter of his trouble with the law. He didn't take it so seriously.

"Statutory rape?" He scoffed at the pair of detectives. "I was 19, she was 16. Her father was a cop. Took me ten years to clear my name!"

"And yet it took only one night to mess it up," Montserrat said wryly, "Gabriella Nuñez claims you assaulted her."

Javier scoffed again. "Come on. We did some dirty dancing. I had my hands on her, but she was backing up that bus on me pretty good first."

"That's it?" Sonny raised a brow at the man.

"I whispered to her that I could do things without needing a blue pill. She caught Nicolas looking at her. She freaked out, took off."

"Downstairs, where you followed her?"

"No. I'm a lover, not a fighter—"

Montserrat made no attempt to hold her scoff in.

"I stayed on the dance floor... ask anyone."

"And Nicolas' daughter...Sonya?"

Javier nodded. "Yeah, whatever. I danced with her next. She didn't just back up the bus. She parked it. Better yet, ask Gabriella's father, Luis. He saw the whole thing."

"I think we're done," Montserrat couldn't have said any quicker. She did not like the man in across her and if she stayed there, she might lose her job.

Sonny led the way out of the interrogation room, leaving Javier inside to dwell on his misfortune. "What do you think?" He asked Montserrat and Olivia, the latter having watched everything from her side of the office.

"I think he's just about every jock in high school," Montserrat answered before Olivia's mouth even opened.

Olivia hummed at the image. She could very well agree with Montserrat's claim. "Rollins and Fin just came back from talking to the vic's father right now."

"What he say?" asked Sonny.

Olivia looked like she struggled to answer. They were all struggling with the case knowing who was being tormented every minute until it came to a close. "Mr. Nuñez claims that Nicolas hurt his daughter."

"Did he see it?" Montserrat asked, unsure if she even wanted to hear the answer. On the one hand, if they had a witness who could place Nicolas at the scene it meant the victim would have an easier trial but it also meant that poor Nick would be dragged under it too.

Olivia shook her head. "He didn't but he says he saw the looks that Nicolas gave Gabriella. He also saw Nicolas go downstairs after Gabriella. He saw Nicolas coming back and rubbing ice on his knuckles."

"Ah, so he saw but he didn't see," Sonny finally got it.

~ 0 ~

When it was time to bring in Nicolas at the station to talk, the squad decided it was best for Nick not to be in. Olivia gave him the day off — he wasn't happy about it one bit.

"Do I have to be one of them in there?" Montserrat asked Olivia once Nicolas was inside the interrogation room waiting for a pair of detectives to go in and talk to him. Montserrat didn't feel like she should be one of them. "It's weird."

Olivia guffawed slightly. "This is the job, Novak. Did you forget that?"

"Course not but he's just so...not Nick." Montserrat shuddered. "Nick's actually genuinely sweet? And a gentleman?"

Olivia seemed like she was ready to say something but ended up closing her mouth and smiling rather strangely. "You know what, I'll send Rollins and Fin instead. I've got another job for you."

Montserrat blinked. She didn't think that would actually work. "Um, okay! What is it?"

Olivia's strange smile widened. "I'll tell you in a bit. Barba, just in time."

Montserrat turned in time to see Rafael coming up to them. "Hey, you."

"Where's the fire?" Rafael went straight to the point.

Olivia gestured the way to her office, making a point for Montserrat to follow as well. They watched Rollins and Fin go back and forth with Nicolas, the latter keeping up his charade of a good guy. He even seemed to believe it.

"He's contradicting himself," Montserrat said in the middle of the interrogation. "If he hit a wall because he was trying to hit Javier, then Javier would have defensive wounds."

"And does he?" asked Rafael.

"Nope," went both Montserrat and Olivia simultaneously.

Rafael figured he shouldn't even have asked. He resigned to watch the rest of the interrogation before it got too unbearable and he called it quits. "You know, Cubans come to this country, and within one generation, we're doctors, lawyers, CEOs of major corporations, but the only headline you ever read in the paper is 'Crazy Cubans in wedding brawl'. I hate this."

"Yeah, we can tell," Montserrat remarked, eyeing him with some decent concern. It wasn't often that a case affected him more than it should.

"Look, none of us want to be here, but this guy is guilty," Olivia's reassurance was too...urgent, for Rafael's taste.

"You seem awfully sure…" He said slowly, giving the impression there was a question coming. He offered the Sergeant the chance to tell him before he actually asked but since it appeared like Olivia was stalling, he went ahead and asked. "Is there anything else I need to know?"

Olivia's gaze landed on Montserrat for some reason. The detective in question straightened up and waited for Olivia's sure to be coming instruction.

"Remember that other job I wanted you to do?"

"Um, yeah," nodded Montserrat, "What was it anyways?"

Olivia wore that strange smile she had when Rafael first showed up. "I'll let you fill in the blanks for him." She patted Montserrat's shoulder on her way into the interrogation room.

"Oh, no, no, no," Montserrat shook her head fervently. Doing the interrogation sounded a whole lot better now. "You can't do thi—" Olivia shut the door behind her. "Maybe she can do that," she said with a huff.

Rafael tilted his head at Montserrat. "I'm sorry, are we back to hating each other at work?"

Montserrat playfully rolled her eyes at him. "Look, you're not going to like what I have to tell you about this case."

"Didn't you hear me?" Rafael gestured towards the glass wall beside them. "I already hate this. What more can you tell me that'll make this worse?"

On another day, Montserrat would've loved the opportunity to prove Rafael wrong. But, given the situation and his feelings that he made clear, Montserrat decided to play it nicer. "Okay, um, so...Nicolas—" she gestured at the man in the other room currently trying to sweet talk Olivia, "—is, uh...well….he's Nick's father."

Rafael froze altogether. His eyebrows shot up. Montserrat patiently waited for the information to fully register in his head. She supposed it would take a while.

But Rafael was a prosecutor above all and that meant he was quick to come back on his feet. "Sorry — what? That man is Nick's father!?"

"...yeah…"

"I stand corrected, this is even worse than I thought!" Rafael turned completely to the glass window and watched the interrogation under a whole new light. As tensed as his relationship to Nick was sometimes, Rafael couldn't imagine Nick being related to the man in front of him right now.

"Yeah, I know, I couldn't believe it either," Montserrat sighed, as if she had read Rafael's mind. "They're so different. Although, I'm not going to lie, I can see where Nick gets his headstrong trait. The father's worse."

"Given the situation, yeah, I can see that."

"Sorry."

Rafael could've heard the wince in Montserrat's tone and that was unfair. "No, it's — this is hard." He raised his hands and turned from the window. "Where's Amaro right now?"

"Officially — off the case," Montserrat said, "Olivia thought it was best if he wasn't even in the precinct today."

Rafael nodded. "Yeah. That was a good call. He needs to stay far away from this case."

"He knows—"

"But he needs to actually do it," Rafael reiterated. "I know the track record of this squad and I'm guilty myself of doing the same thing when it was about Alex so I need you all to understand this. If Nick gets too close to this, there is no case."

Montserrat nodded dutifully. "I know, I hear you. We'll talk to Nick."

Talk. Rafael almost sneered at the idea. He knew how it would go. Nick would still try to do something even if it was with good intentions.