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tinyboxxtink · 3 years ago

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"No Running"

Heyyy another @thatesqcrush bingo entry! This space is "Forehead Kisses". I was going through my dash, and I saw this gif, and I knew I absolutely had to write a ficlet to go with it. 🤣🤣🤣🤣`

[gif is made by @mcudaredevil I think?]

I hope you like!

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You stood and admired the view of the ocean from your beachside hotel in Waikiki, Hawaii when your phone went off in your hand.

After some major bartering and rearranging both of your caseloads, you and your husband Rafael Barba had finally decided to take a vacation. But you were still one of the top defense attorneys in New York City, you couldn’t be totally unreachable.

You pulled out your phone and opened your email that you had just received from your boss, John Bucanan. He wasn’t the easiest man to work for, and to make matters worse he absolutely hated your husband. So, negotiating time off to take a dream vacation with him wasn’t an easy battle. Rafael’s lucky you’re such a shark of a lawyer you won John over.

Didn’t mean he wouldn't still try to distract you.

“Y/N– I need you to look over these documents before I transfer them to your proxy. If she fucks this case up, it’s on your head. Happy Vacation!

– John

“Awesome,” You rolled your eyes with a groan while going to sit on the chaise lounge in the living room of your massive room Rafael had gotten you.

Rafael had pulled out all the stops: huge suite in the hotel, private tours, private shopping, and tonight you had your first private dinner. You had been waiting on him to finish getting dressed when Buchanan butted in.

“Y/N, you ready to go?” Rafael called from the huge bathroom.

“I’ve been ready Rafa,” You called back with a snarky tone. “You take longer than a woman to get ready, you realize that?”

“That is so–” Rafael poked his head out to see you sitting on the bed, still on your phone. “What are you doing?”

“What?” Your head shot up and you dropped your phone like it was on fire. “Nothing, just…checking my social media,”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” He crossed his arms with a frown. “I thought we said no work?”

“We did!” You waved your hands dismissively. “It’s just, John just wanted to me to look–”

“I knew it,” Rafael scoffed while wiping his face down with a towel. He had just finished shaving when he called out to you. He threw the towel down and angrily power walked towards you.

“I knew that son of a bitch couldn’t let us have ONE day–”

Rafael’s rant was cut abruptly short by the fact that he had mistakenly tripped over the luggage you had left in the living room between you and him.

He was so angry thinking about John, he hadn’t even noticed it. But now, he was soaring through the air over the bags and face planted right in front of you like an injured eagle taken down by a poacher.

“Oh my god, Rafa!” You leapt off the lounge and immediately went to help him up, but he instantly pushed you away.

“No, I’m– ow,” He groaned as he tried to get up by himself. “I’m fine,”

“You are so not fine, Rafael,” You scolded him for lying. “Those are marble floors, tonto!” You thunked the side of his head for not looking where he was walking.

“And you’re not helping, bruja,” He winced at your sharp nails hitting his temple.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. “You just scared the shit out of me!”

“Yeah well,” He grimaced while trying to straighten out his leg.

“You know you don’t have to try and kill yourself to get me to stop working, Raffi,” You teased him, now that you knew he was not in immediate peril.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” he smirked.

“You’re such a child,” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“So will you kiss it and make it better?” Rafael asked in a childlike voice with the hugest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen him make.

“Aww,” You overacted sympathy. “Poor baby, my poor poor baby,”

You pulled him close and pressed your lips to his forehead in a long, sloppy kiss.

“Hey!” He suddenly pulled back in annoyance. “Do you know how long it took to get my hair like this?”

“Oh, so now you’re a woman child, Mrs. Y/L/N?” You smirked with an evil laugh.

“Well, that’s just mean,” he pouted like a child.

“Aww, honey,” You tried feigning sympathy.

“On the bright side, you looked magnificent on that fall. 10/10,” you giggled evilly.

“...Whatever,” he mumbled grumpily as he started to get up. “We’re going to be late for dinner,”

“Oh no no no,” You pulled him back down to the lounge. “That’s a huge knot forming on your head Raffi, you can’t go anywhere tonight,”

“Seriously?” Rafael huffed. “Y/N I am not actually a child–”

“You’ll just have to spend the rest of the night in bed with me taking care of you,” You cut him off with a sly smile.

“Ah,” His tone immediately changed when he heard those words. “Well, I guess I can’t argue with that can I?”

“Nope,” You pressed two more kisses on each side of his temples before helping him stand up and walk towards your elegant bedroom.

Your phone had fallen to the floor when you jumped up to help your husband, and there it stayed for the rest of the night.

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plaidbooks · 3 years ago

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Barba giving you your first orgasm?

(This will be first orgasm by someone other that yourself--PS, this got kinda long)

CW: fingering, praise

To say the date went well would be an understatement as Rafael pushed your back against the wall. His lips were dominant on yours, his hands on your hips. It was all you could do to keep up with him as his fingertips trailed until your shirt, his skin warm against yours.

"R--Rafa--" you tried when his mouth moved to your neck. It was hard to think in complete sentences, let alone speak, as he pushed his thigh between your legs.

You swallowed your moan, a hand going to to grip his hair. You tugged on him gently. "Rafa--stop--wait," you panted.

He pulled himself off you, lust blown eyes scanning your face. "I'm sorry--I should've asked first--"

"No, I...fuck, I liked that, liked how you were touching me, but I feel like I need to explain...."

You suddenly felt nervous under his intense stare. But his eyes were soft, brow pinched in concern.

"What is it?" he asked. When you didn't answer right away, he took your hand gently and led you to the couch. He offered you food and water, but you declined, then motioned for him to sit.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I'm not sure how to start," you said softly, looking at the floor.

Rafael took your hand in his, holding you tenderly. "Take your time. And know that I won't judge you."

You stared at his hand for a long time, trying to work up your courage, especially since it felt like you ruined the night. But when you finally glanced up into his bright green eyes, you found that the lust there earlier was replaced with nothing but worry and reassurance.

You took a breath. "I've never...Okay, let me start over. I have had sex before, but only with one guy and he was...bad. Or maybe he wasn't? I don't know...."

He waited for you to go on, giving your hand an encouraging squeeze. "I mean...I've, um, I've masturbated before--I know what an orgasm feels like, but I've just never...."

"Never had one from sex?" he tried.

You nodded, not trusting your voice. "It's not that I don't want to have sex with you, Rafa, I just wanted you to--to know about me, I guess?" You shook your head, feeling like an idiot for even bringing it up.

Slowly, Rafael cupped your cheek with his free hand. You closed your eyes, leaning into the touch, and when you opened them again, you found him smiling softly. It wasn't a mocking or teasing smile, but tender and sweet.

"Thank you for telling me," he muttered, and your shoulders relaxed. "Please, feel free to say no, but may I try?"

You blinked. "Try what?"

His smile widened, but again, it was a caring smile, not malicious. "To make you orgasm, of course. We can go slow--I'll only use my fingers."

Your face heated and you looked down at the couch again. But you only found your hand, still clasped in his. His hand was big, vein-y, and his fingers were long. You felt a rush of arousal thinking about them inside you.

Without thinking about it too hard, you nodded. His eyes darkened like before, his smile turning more smug. But still, he said, "if you need me to stop, tell me and I will, just like before, okay?"

You nodded once more, then he shifted to kiss you. The kiss quickly deepened and he pushed you back down onto the couch. He didn't bother stripping you; he just popped the button on your pants and reached in.

You shuttered at his touch, his fingers staying on the outside of your underwear. He rubbed you gently through the material, and fire erupted in your belly. You felt goosebumps prickle along your arms as he moved up and pushed past the waistband.

He leaned back so that he could watch your face intently (and so that you could tell him to stop if you needed to). You gasped aloud when one bold fingertip found your clit.

"Like that?" he asked softly. His voice was questioning rather than teasing, trying to learn your body.

He rubbed your clit slowly up and down, sending jolts of electricity through you. "Y--yeah--feels good," you muttered between breaths.

You were able to relax slightly as his finger left your clit, traveling lower. He went until he found your entrance, and you instinctively clenched, making him stop.

"Relax, amor--I've got you," he cooed, waiting for you to obey. You fought your body, slowly sinking into the cushions below you. Once relaxed, his fingertip returned, feeling around the rim but not pushing in quite yet.

"You ready?" Rafael asked, and you nodded once more. Slowly, he pushed his finger into you, and you struggled not to tense up again.

It was weird...different feeling him inside of you, rather than your own fingers or a toy. He was warm, his finger thicker than yours. Plus, since you weren't in control of the movements, you weren't sure what he was going to do.

The thought sent another wave of wetness between your legs, and he smiled softly to himself. He slowly started to thrust his finger in and out of you, and it wasn't long before he slipped a second one in. The stretch was already more than you were used to, and you hissed at the intrusion.

"Are you doing okay?" he asked, stilling inside you.

A thousand words for yes passed through your mind, but all you got out was a pleading, "more."

He waited a moment to see if you'd add anything, and when you didn't, he started pumping his fingers. You let out an obscene moan as he curled them, finding a spot inside you that you never found before.

You felt the pressure building inside you, much faster than when you got yourself off. You squirmed underneath him, but not to get away. No, you wanted--needed--more. As if sensing your needs, Rafael brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it haphazardly.

"That's it--that's a good girl for me--you're close, aren't you? I can feel you gripping me tighter," he said, and you whined in response. "Cum for me, amor--let me be your first."

You gasped, gripping the cushions to help ground yourself. But your mind went blank and you cried out his name as pleasure washed through you. You saw stars and your thighs clamped hard on his arm, holding him in place. Yet still, his thumb continued rubbing you through your high until your legs were trembling.

"You okay, querida?" Rafael asked as you slowly came down from your high. "How was that? Feel good?"

You were gasping for breath, so you just nodded, unable to speak. He smiled, pulling his fingers from you. You almost missed the feeling of him inside you. That is, until he brought his slick fingers to his mouth, sucking them while keeping eye contact with you.

He took his time, making a show out of cleaning himself before letting them drop from his mouth and licking his lips. "You taste delicious, amor. Next one is by my tongue."

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t3andcrumpets · 3 years ago

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EXCERPT:

And yet…

It was ten steps in the other direction to face one another. Ten steps to make reparation.

Ten steps to break the mold and start anew.

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sincereiyleah · 5 years ago

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A/N: Due to the drought of barisi content, I made this. It’s kinda sad, enjoy. Btw I do take requests.

Slight warning: major injury, angst

“Yeah, I still feel bad about it, Counselor,” Sonny groans, it hasn’t been the greatest week for SVU, they had caught a case Monday, something that should have been open and shut. It was their regular, sadly, he raped her, she’s afraid to talk, she’s convinced, he goes away roundabout. This time, Sonny was bestowed with the responsibility to gently persuade the vic, Lane Summers, to report her rapist, Mark Anthonys, while it took a bit more patience and an uncomfortable amount of pushing, Sonny was able to convince Lane to report him.

That’s why when their case started to fall apart at the seams, Sonny couldn’t help but feel his Catholic guilt working fast to wallow him.

Every time it seems so simple, there’s always a curveball, a favorite recurring champion, the bastion of ruining potential cases; lack of evidence, not enough evidence, or whatever the fuck euphemism the law placed on: “Sorry, we don’t believe you, yet.”

He remembers, looking into her deep green eyes, they reminded him of Rafael’s, and saying, “I’ve never seen a survivor who had regretted testifying against their abuser.” It’s been SVU’s mantra, or even motto, for years, and every time Lieu says it, it works.

“Hey,” a sudden voice floods Sonny’s ears, Sonny blinks, “Where’d you go, Cariño?” the last word is whispered.

Sonny’s face flushed a bright red and he refocuses his eyes on Rafael’s green ones, “Sorry,” he apologizes, “what did you say?” Sonny attempts at deflecting, but judging by the harden stare he receives in return, he didn’t succeed.

But Rafael sighs, “We’ll talk later, yeah? The case isn’t over yet, we just need to garner new evidence, alright Detective?”

“Yeah,” Sonny says, he tries not to overanalyze Rafael’s switch of conversation. “Yeah, okay Counselor.”

Rafael smiles, it’s one of those smiles only reserved for Sonny and it makes the man preen, nothing can lift his spirits higher than seeing that genuine tug of Rafael Barba’s lips.

Rafael opens his mouth to say something, perhaps to announce his departure, but his mouth closes before any words escape. Sonny’s is momentarily confused, but he turns around and sees Lane Summers, he spares one more glance at Rafael and makes his way towards the reserved girl.

She looks frail as if she was a shadow, another miscellaneous object taking space, she looks small. As if she’s hiding by being the only thing that doesn’t move in a room filled with motion.

“Lane,” Sonny says quickly, perhaps if he wasn’t going over his apology in his head he would have noticed the grays her green eyes took on. “I’m so sorry, but listen, this isn’t over, what he did to you, he will pay for it, alright? It’s just the law gets tricky and the-“

Maybe if he wasn’t rambling, he would have noticed her pulling out and pointing a gun at him before he blinked his eyes.

Good thing he didn’t have to blink a second time to realize two loud shots go off in the precinct.

But it does take a few blinks to regain his hazing vision and for the noise to bombard in his ears again. There’s screaming, Sonny’s pretty sure it’s from Amanda and Rafael, then there’s footsteps, Fin, lastly there’s a door swinging open and two pair of footsteps against the cold tiles of the squad room, Lieu and Mike.

It takes another blink to realize he’s on the floor and there’s a throbbing in his head, he must have hit it on the way down. Another blink and he’s met with green eyes and he instantly smiles because it’s Rafael’s. Sonny finally realizes it’s getting increasingly difficult to breathe and the romantic in him tells Sonny it’s because Rafael just takes his breath away.

The rational and detective part of his brain tell him it’s because not one, but two bullets had made their way into Sonny’s body and he’s losing blood rapidly.

“Dios mio,” everything that was once taking blinks and fractures of time to recognize is now coming in quick intervals. “Cariño, can you hear me? Stay with me, oh god.”

Sonny feels pressure against his chest and it takes him a moment to discern the wound pain from the jacket that’s been balled up to decrease his blood loss. “R-Rafi...?” He questions, mostly because his brain hasn’t caught up yet with the situation and partly because his brain has realized it may never hear that voice again.

“No, no, none of that, save your breath, you’re going to be fine, querido, you’re going to be fine,” Rafael’s voice is rushed, laced with panic, concern, and worry. “You’re going to be fine, okay? I’m right here, just keep those eyes on me, alright mi amor? I know you can do that for me, right?”

Desperate isn’t a good sound on Rafael, Sonny’s brain concludes. He would do anything the man asked of him and this would be one of them. But the more he blinks the creeping darkness blurs his vision of those green eyes.

“Hey, hey hey!” Rafael’s voice perks up again and Sonny’s eyelids fight to pull themselves up. “Fucking hell! Olivia!”

“I need a bus!”

“Just keep pressure on the wounds, Rafael!”

“Keep him awake!”

“Suspect disarmed!”

All the voices collided into one, Sonny’s head spun trying to discern each voice to its respective detective but failed. Then, there was an insistent burning in his lungs and he choked on presumably air, he gagged for a second more and finally coughed and sputtered out the hot liquid from his mouth. Blood. He’s choking on his blood.

The horrified scream that emits from Rafael may forever embed itself in Sonny’s brain.

“No- no, no! You’re going to be okay, don’t do that, please don’t do that,” Rafael outright pleaded and Sonny’s brain was able to take in the scene of Rafael’s now tear-streaked face above him. Heavy lines from old age and worry appear on Rafael’s forehead, eyebrows twisted in contrite.

He looks so beautiful.

Sonny doesn’t notice the shaking of his hand as it pulls up to cup Rafael’s cheek, he doesn’t notice Rafael’s protest at his actions.

“I love you.”

He’s said it a million times, but perhaps this will be his last one.

“Don’t say that like it’s the last time,” Rafael cries, Sonny wants to believe one of Rafael’s tears hit his face but it was probably just his own blood and tears he’s feeling. “I love you, don’t leave me, I can’t lose you.”

And Sonny blinks but his eyes don’t reopen.

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rafaelsonny · 6 years ago

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akdkskd could you do a fic with Trans!Sonny and Barba finding out, and Sonny ends up super scared and has a panic attack, but Barba is super duper supportive and loves him so much anyway? :D

you got it homie. thanks for the request!! It took awhile cuz i consulted with like 2 other transmasc people kdjdjdj but i also just went basic so I hope you like !!!

Summary: Sonny goes back to the station after he is assaulted while undercover at the homeless shelter. He needs to change and does so in the locker room, Barba walks in on him changing and yeah I said basic lol.

Sonny’s entire body ached. The people who hit him with a bat had really fucked him up. His ribs were sore, and binder felt just a little too tight. He had an emergency sports bra in his locker, but he really needed to get back to the homeless shelter.

He let out a hiss as he pulled the oversized hoodie off. His bruised back and sides making it difficult to lift his arms. The binder was going to be awful to get off since it was much tighter than the hoodie, but he needed to get it off.

Standing in the middle of the locker room, he felt the cool air hit his skin providing some relief to his aching body. He took a moment to just stand there in the cool room, sinking down onto a bench and just allowing himself to rest and breathe.

He was so wrapped in his relaxation he didn’t hear the faint knock, (who knocks it’s a communal locker room) and the door swing open.

“Detective, I’m sorry to interrupt but I was hoping to catch you before–” Sonny instantly swiveled his head, eyes widening as much as they could, hands instinctively reaching for his hoodie and pulling it to cover his binder. Sonny knew Barba had seen, and knew the man wasn’t stupid.

Barba froze in his spot, taking a step back, reading the situation and Sonny’s expression of fear.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were changing. I shouldn’t have come in so suddenly. Come find me afterwards when you’re ready.” the professionalism slipping on so easily.

“Sure thing, Counselor.” he forced the words out in hopes of having him leave quickly. The lump in his throat making it difficult to speak. There’s no way Barba didn’t know now.

The worst thing is that he liked Barba. He was going to tell him, eventually, maybe, probably never. What if it ruined things between them? What if Barba looked at him differently? What if he treated him differently?

The thoughts ate at Sonny so much he forgot to swap out his chest binder and just putting on his hoodie as quickly as possible. His heart pounding against his chest as he was counting his breaths knowing he was close to a panic attack.

It took him a few minutes to calm himself down. Barba wouldn’t tell anyone would he?

He had forgotten Barba still wanted to talk to him. His hands clammed up. He would just need to get it over with. The tone of the conversation would be set by the earlier interaction he just knew it.

Taking a deep breath, he mentally prepared himself for the impending conversation. He fixed up his hair a bit and straight himself out, pulling at the front of his hoodie to make sure no lumps or bumps could be seen, a thing he does subconsciously now.

Opening the door, he sees Barba standing a few feet away on his phone texting or answering an email. His mouth goes dry and Barba’s beautiful eyes flick up at him. He gives him a polite smile. Oh God, why is being so nice, he pities him. He feels bad for him.

“Good, you’re here, I wanted to talk to you.” Barba starts off, as if nothing happened.

“About what?” he tried to hide the shakiness in his voice.

Barba seems to notice his anxiety. “Would you like to talk about this in private?” he asks. Sonny nods. Barba leads them to the room they use when talking to children. Sonny has no clue what it is he wants to speak to him about. There’s no banter on the way there. No quick quips and Sonny feels the disappointment ebbing away at him.

They get there an Sonny can’t handle it.

“Counselor.” Sonny starts. Barba looks at him, “about earlier.”

Barba nods, “Yes, I apologize for walking in on you, I did knock but I suppose you didn’t hear me. However, I should have waited for a response. You have a right to your privacy.”

Sonny doesn’t know why he’s so polite all of a sudden.

“I don’t want you treatin’ me any differently now that you know. I’m still the same Sonny. You don’t have to be walkin’ on eggshells now.”

Barba looked confused, “I’m not treating with my endearing sarcasm because you’ve just been physically assaulted at a homeless shelter. I’m treating you how I would treat anyone I’m defending, with some care and tact. I want to know if you wanted to press charges.”

Sonny was taken for a loop. Relieved that Barba was treating him with the kid gloves because of the assault and not because of who he is.

“I see no other reason to treat you different. Don’t worry, this special treatment isn’t permanent, you’ll go back to being harshly criticized when you’re back from undercover.” he gives him a reassuring smirk.

Sonny blinks in surprise because this is not how he thought this conversation would go. This is not the reason he thought he’d potentially be treated differently by someone he respected and admired.

“I appreciate that.” Sonny replied; his voice laced with gratitude. “But nah, I don’t wanna press charges.”

“If that’s what you want.” Barba nods, his face softens and looks around before stepping closer and saying, “Please, try and be careful. I know a lot of the time it’s out of your control but…”

Sonny felt his heart beating faster for a different reason this time.

“Well, it doesn’t matter.” he shrugs and begins to leave and stops at the doorway turns his head to say, “If you ever want to talk, stop by my office. I will say, you’re not the only one.”

It took a moment for Sonny to realize what he was talking about and his eyes widened and before he could say anything Barba was gone. A whirlwind in his life. Sonny was left alone in the room absolutely smitten.

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cypress-tree · 7 years ago

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okay trying this again!!! can you write a fic in which raf fucks sonny in their kitchen because sonny was making them breakfast and looking all beautiful and house husband-y and raf NEEDS HIM right then?!

thanks for the prompt, anon B)) this became so long I might actually post it to ao3 lmao

Rafael wakes up to the warmth of his duvet and the glow of filtered sunlight hitting his face. He can hear noise in the kitchen, and smell the scent of coffee drifting down the hall. Sonny must be making breakfast. Rafael’s fiancé must be making breakfast.

Rafael relives the memory of last night’s proposal. That soft look in Sonny’s eyes, the nervous wavering of his hand, holding the ring. Rafael’s heart had nearly stopped, then it started beating so rapidly he was afraid he might pass out. He had nodded and yelped “yes” louder than he meant to. Sonny pulled him into a tight hug.

Rafael looks down at the white-gold ring on his finger, admiring the shine of the metal in the light. He’s still naked from last night’s celebratory proposal sex, so he rolls out of bed and pulls on grey sweatpants and a t-shirt. He pads barefoot down the hall and stops outside the kitchen to find Sonny facing the other direction, completely absorbed in whatever’s happening on the stove in front of him. He’s oblivious to Rafael’s presence.

For a moment, Rafael watches him. Sonny is in sweatpants, too—the Fordham ones with the university logo on the side. They’re hanging low on his hips, and when he shifts his weight to one foot, a sliver of bare skin peeks out from below his shirt. Rafael’s mouth goes a little dry. Sonny tugs his shirt back down, then sets his spatula aside and turns around.

“Jesus!” he shouts, startled. “God, Raf, you scared the hell outta me.”

Rafael smirks and crosses the room to kiss him. “Good morning.”

“Yeah, good morning, lemme just catch my breath.”

Rafael huffs a laugh and peeks at the stove. There’s a skillet on the front burner, cradling a frittata that’s just turning crispy at the edges. It’s studded with tiny pieces of ham and fresh broccoli.

“Looks good,” Rafael says. Sonny reaches around him and turns off the burner.

“It’s gotta bake.” He kisses Rafael on the nape, then shoos him away and slides the frittata into the oven. “Fifteen minutes,” he says. He picks up a towel and starts wiping down the counter.

Rafael pours himself a cup of coffee—still hot—and watches Sonny from the other side of the table. Sonny looks so good in this kitchen. He moves around fluidly, as if cooking here is a dance, and he knows all the steps. He hangs the towel on the oven door, then reaches up for plates. He grabs two glasses in one hand, pulls utensils from a drawer, and closes it with a cock of his hip. Rafael watches the lines of him. How he stretches and turns. The way those hips move.

It’s ridiculous, but Rafael is getting hard. Right here, sipping coffee in the middle of the kitchen. He puts down his mug and takes a deep breath, but it does nothing to quell the embers burning low in his belly. Sonny starts humming to himself—whatever song he has stuck in his head. His face is so happy and relaxed and Rafael is overwhelmed with the desire to give him pleasure.

Sonny spins around and sets the dishes on the table. He glances up at Rafael, and something familiar flickers behind his eyes.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Rafael shakes his head. He takes Sonny’s hand and pulls him close, then kisses him long and slow. Sonny smiles when they part.

“Happy first day of our engagement,” he murmurs.

Rafael kisses him again. He crowds Sonny against the counter and presses his growing erection against Sonny’s thigh. Sonny moans into him, his hands gripping Rafael a little tighter.

“Did you wake up like this?” he asks. “You should have said something.”

Rafael is too embarrassed to admit that he didn’t—that he got this way in the past ten minutes, just from watching Sonny move around the kitchen. He slips a hand under Sonny’s shirt and strokes his skin, so soft and warm. Sonny pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it on the table behind Rafael.

“Better,” Rafael says. He nestles his face against Sonny’s neck and kisses him there, over and over. He knows Sonny’s neck is sensitive—he takes advantage of it every chance he gets. He rubs the scruff of his cheek against him, and Sonny shivers. “Can I fuck you?” Rafael asks, lips brushing against Sonny’s ear. He can feel Sonny’s breath catch in his chest.

“Yeah,” Sonny gasps. “Yeah, please.”

Rafael turns him around, and Sonny leans forward with his arms against the counter.

“Wait right here,” Rafael says. “I’ll get the lube.”

“No, hold on—” Sonny reaches for the junk drawer.

“God, please don’t tell me we keep lube in the kitchen.”

Sonny shifts through the drawer’s contents: a roll of tape, a pair of sunglasses Rafael thought he lost, a sheet of commemorative stamps that Sonny had insisted on buying, but never used. He finds a tiny foil packet and holds it up, looking over his shoulder, proudly.

“Where did you get this?” Rafael groans.

“Remember the Rivera case a couple months ago? We interviewed the vic at her dorm. They have safe sex supplies in the bathrooms.”

“You stole this from a hall full of college students?”

“It wasn’t the only one there, Raf.”

Rafael shakes his head, but then Sonny bends over in front of him, and he decides to forget it. He slips the packet into his pocket and focuses on Sonny, reaching forward to fondle him through his pants. Sonny hums.

“Mmm, that feels good.”

Rafael presses kisses to his shoulders and the top of his spine. Sonny arches his back and lets Rafael rub against his ass. The tips of Sonny’s ears are turning pink. Rafael can feel him getting hard. He tugs Sonny’s pants down and lets them fall to the floor. He feels, rather than hears Sonny laugh. Rafael keeps rubbing against him, the cloth barrier between his cock and Sonny’s skin making him ache in just the right way. Sonny presses backwards.

“You can’t fuck me with your pants on,” he says, his voice low like a growl.

Rafael swallows. He takes the packet of lube from his pocket and tears it open, pouring half of it over his fingers. He puts his clean hand on the small of Sonny’s back, and teases his perineum with the other. Sonny groans and bends over farther. Rafael slips a fingertip inside of him.

“Mmm, god yes,” Sonny gasps. Rafael’s heart is beating hard. He slides his finger further in, holding tight to Sonny’s hip with his other hand. “Just like that, Raf, give me another.”

Rafael is breathing hard through his mouth, and he hasn’t even touched himself yet. He lets Sonny acclimate a little longer, then adds a second finger, marveling over the high-pitched sound of Sonny’s whine. He lets go of Sonny’s hip and gives himself a quick rub through his pants. He aches.

“Hey,” Sonny says. “Don’t fill up on appetizers or you won’t be hungry for the main course.”

It’s a bad joke, so Rafael punishes him by crooking his fingers in just the right spot. Sonny yelps in surprise and pushes back, trying to take him in further.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” he mutters. “Oh my god, do that again.” Rafael does, and Sonny’s head drops down into his arms. He moans softly and opens his legs wider. “Another,” he mumbles. “One more finger.”

Rafael doesn’t hesitate. His heart is beating a mile a minute, and he starts rutting against Sonny’s thigh for friction. He’s starting to get indecisive over whether he wants to fuck Sonny with his cock, or keep using his fingers. Sonny is hot and tight, and so responsive.

“I want you,” Sonny groans, into his elbow. “I want your dick, Raf.”

The oven timer goes off, and Rafael jumps so sharply that he brushes Sonny’s prostate and makes him shout.

“Fuck,” Sonny says. “The frittata.”

“Screw the frittata.” Rafael pulls out his fingers and slicks his cock with the rest of the lube. Sonny laughs against the countertop; the sound of it is music to Rafael’s ears. He presses the head of his cock against Sonny’s ass, and Sonny’s laughter dies away.

“Please,” Sonny whimpers.

Rafael slides inside and groans. He holds his breath, then sucks another one in, and realizes belatedly that the lube is scented like strawberries. Sonny lifts his head, turning so that Rafael can see his profile. His face is pink, his eyes half-lidded.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. Rafael thrusts into him slowly, and Sonny sinks back down. Rafael reaches around to touch him. Sonny is harder than Rafael thought. He’s not sure how long he’ll last.

“The frittata will burn,” Sonny moans, between heavy breaths.

“Well then you’d better come quick.” Rafael picks up the pace, because the thought of Sonny getting fucked, close to coming, and still worried about making Rafael a decent breakfast is the strangest turn-on. Sonny’s cock is hot in his hand; it’s leaking so much. Rafael’s hips snap forward over and over, filling the kitchen with slapping sounds, and causing Sonny to make little grunts with each thrust.

“Raf,” Sonny says. “Rafael.” His arms flail out against the counter, and Rafael stills for a moment, pushing deep into him and jerking him off, giving a twist to the head of his cock. Sonny shouts. Rafael thinks faintly “wait—the cabinets—” but he doesn’t have time to do anything before Sonny is coming all over them. “Oh my god,” Sonny groans. “Fuck, keep going, keep going.”

Rafael fucks him fast, without any rhythm, until he finishes, coming deep inside Sonny, fingers on his hips so tight, they’ll leave marks. Sonny murmurs “yes” and a variety of curse words. He sighs happily as Rafael shudders and collapses on top of him.

“Raf,” he says, after a moment. “The frittata.”

Rafael snorts and presses a kiss to Sonny’s back. “Get your damned frittata.” He pulls out and wanders to the living room on shaky legs. He finds the tissue box and starts cleaning himself off as he walks back into the kitchen. Sonny is smiling down at the frittata, clearly pleased.

“It’s a little more golden brown than my usual, but it’s not burnt.” He sets it on the stove. Rafael offers him a couple tissues, and Sonny takes them with a look of satisfaction. “You know, what I really need is a shower.”

“After breakfast,” Rafael says. “I’ll join you.” Sonny waggles his eyebrows. Rafael frowns. “If you think I can get it up a third time in twelve hours, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Sonny laughs. He throws his tissues in the trash and pulls Rafael closer by both hands.

“I’m marrying an old man,” he says, fondly.

“Yeah? I’d like to see you try to get hard again.”

“You would, huh?”

Rafael arches an eyebrow. “I’d bet against you, but there’s no point, since we’ll be sharing a bank account soon.”

It’s the most innocent statement, but it makes Sonny blush and smile. Rafael is filled with love for this man. He takes Sonny into his arms. “We should put our pants back on,” he sighs. “And someone has to clean your come off the kitchen cabinet.”

“Someone, huh?”

“Well it’s your come.”

“Yeah, but who put it there?”

“Um—you?”

“But you made me do it. I was under duress.”

“No you weren’t. Who gave you a law degree?”

“Uh, it’s written on my pants, lemme grab ‘em.”

Rafael laughs, which causes Sonny to laugh, which causes Rafael to hold him tighter. Sonny tilts his head down and presses a kiss to his lips.

“You wanna have breakfast?” he asks, quietly.

Rafael nods. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He squeezes Sonny one more time, then lets him go. Sonny catches sight of his ring and smiles.

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#barisi #sonny carisi #rafael barba #law and order svu #ficlets #anon #ask box #my fic

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butihavejoy · 7 years ago

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Hangover

For @ships-to-sail, in an attempt to improve a bad day — hopefully it helped!!

“Good morning.” Rafael’s voice was low in Sonny’s ear, and on any other morning, it would’ve put a smile on Sonny’s face.

But not this morning, not when the sun was stabbing through Sonny’s closed eyelids and Rafael’s voice sounded less like the whisper it was and more like someone shouting directly into his ear. “Stop,” Sonny commanded, his voice scratchy and hoarse. “I think I’m dying.”

Rafael laughed, still quietly, and kissed Sonny’s temple. “You’re hungover,” he corrected.

Sonny cracked one bleary eye open to glare at him. “How?” he managed.

“You know, I’m honestly not sure,” Rafael mused, scooching away from Sonny to recline on his side of the bed, reaching for his reading glasses. “If I had to guess, I’d bet it was the fourth tequila shot that really did it, but I can’t imagine the several shots of well whiskey that followed did much to help.”

Sonny groaned and made as if to turn and bury his face in his pillow, but the motion made the pounding in his head worse. “And you let me?” he managed.

“Sonny, if I thought there was a world in which I could somehow control your actions, your drinking isn’t where I’d start,” Rafael said, unfolding the newspaper and arching an eyebrow at Sonny when he only groaned again in response. “There’s aspirin on your nightstand, and water, but you’re going to have to roll over to get it.” Sonny’s arm twitched and Rafael looked back down at the newspaper, smirking. “Are you trying to flip me off?”

“Yes,” Sonny ground out, taking a deep breath before finally turning over and reaching out for the aspirin with clammy fingers. He lifted the glass of water, popped the aspirin in his mouth and drained the glass in one long gulp, setting it back down before flopping back down on the bed. “God, I wanna die.”

“Please don’t die,” Rafael said calmly, turning the newspaper page. “We have dinner with your parents tonight, and I’d really rather not have to go alone.”

Sonny groaned. “Can’t we cancel?” he asked hopefully, managing to move toward Rafael without feeling like he was going to puke. Or at least, not feeling like he was going to puke any more than he currently did.

“If we’re cancelling, you’re the one who gets the pleasure of calling your mother and letting her know,” Rafael said mildly.

Sonny whimpered and threw his arm over his eyes. “God, I’d rather die.”

“Funny, I thought you were dying.”

Sonny shifted his arm to glare at Rafael. “Can’t you have, like, any pity on me?”

Rafael gave him an amused look. “I brought you water and aspirin, which is as much pity as you deserve when you did this to yourself.”

Sonny’s lower lip stuck out in a pout. “At least come over here,” he wheedled. “Come on, you don’t want me puking on the good sheets.”

“I pity you if you think 600-thread count are the good sheets,” Rafael muttered, but nonetheless obliged, sliding closer and letting Sonny pillow his head against Rafael’s stomach.

“They’re better than whatever I was using before,” Sonny said with a yawn, already feeling better with the Rafael’s solid warmth underneath his head. “Though I know that’s not saying much.” Rafael laughed lightly in agreement, setting the newspaper down and picking up his phone, Sonny tracking the motion with his eyes. “You know you can read the newspaper on your phone, right?”

“It’s not the same,” Rafael said dismissively, resting one hand lightly on Sonny’s head.

That felt good, so Sonny chose not to push the issue, instead closing his eyes and burrowing in a little closer. “What time is it anyway?” he asked.

“Almost 10,” Rafael said offhandedly. “You have fifteen more minutes to feel sorry for yourself before I’m going to start complaining that you’re wasting the first day off we’ve shared in a month.”

Sonny grunted in acknowledgement, his breathing evening out as he almost dozed back off. But even though it took his hungover brain a few minutes longer than usual, something finally clicked in the deep recesses of his mind, and he frowned. “Our first day we’ve shared,” he murmured, remembering the evening before, remembering that Rafael had been the one to suggest the squad go out, celebrate their recent wins and Amanda’s birthday, rather belatedly. “Oh my God,” Sonny said, trying to sit up and instantly regretting that choice. “Oh my fucking God.”

Rafael glanced down at him, amused. “Problem?”

“You scheduled my hangover,” Sonny said accusingly. “Didn’t you? You planned our night out with the squad for the evening before we both had a day off, knowing that I’d feel like shit the next day.”

“It’s called adulthood, Sonny,” Rafael told him dryly. “You might want to try it sometime.” He paused before running his fingers casually through Sonny’s hair. “Besides, you know as well as I do that you’re absolutely worthless when you’re hungover, and it didn’t seem fair to inflict that on the squad. Of course,” he added thoughtfully, “you could always act like the 38-year-old man you are instead of a 22-year-old college student hell-bent on cirrhosis by the time you hit 40.”

“It’s not my fault that you can somehow drink scotch like water,” Sonny whined, squinting up at Rafael. “And don’t change the subject. You planned this.”

Rafael frowned down at him. “I took necessary precautions in case you, again, decided to act—”

“—Like a 22-year old college student, yeah, I got it, you’re a regular stand-up comedian,” Sonny grumbled. “And again, you’re changing the subject.” He paused before smiling, just slightly. “You wanted to take care of me, didn’t you.”

Rafael rolled his eyes. “I brought you water and an aspirin,” he sniffed. “I’d hardly consider that taking care of you.”

But Sonny’s grin widened. “Nah, I know you better than that,” he said. “You turned the alarm off. You didn’t schedule anything for this morning. And you even let me plan the world’s best hangover cure for tonight, my ma’s lasagna.” He looked up at Rafael, his smile softening. “You love me and you wanted to take care of me.”

Though Rafael returned his smile, it was slightly exasperated. “Yes, Sonny, I love you. That was the point of that whole wedding thing we had, if you might remember. Besides…” He trailed off, something softening in his own expression. “You’ve taken care of me often enough. Seemed only right I return the favor.”

“You love me,” Sonny repeated happily, closing his eyes and only aware that Rafael had rolled his eyes again by the way his stomach muscles moved under his head.

“Yes, because that’s all you got out of that,” Rafael said with fond exasperation, stroking Sonny’s hair again. Sonny just hummed an affirmative and Rafael laughed lightly, leaning down to kiss Sonny’s forehead. “You have ten minutes before I start complaining that you’re wasting the day,” he whispered.

“This isn’t wasting anything,” Sonny told him without opening his eyes, and Rafael laughed again.

“Well, when you put it like that,” he mused, “I suppose you’re not wrong.”

#barisi #rafael barba #sonny carisi #barisi drabble #barisi ficlet #long post for ts #svu #probably should've put this under a cut but meh look how much I don't care #fluff #established relationship #idiots in love

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majorlyobsessed · 7 years ago

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You with the green eyes... - A Barisi Fic + Accompanying Gifset

For you @rafaelsonny for the @barisigiftexchange

I apologize in advance if the fic is not what you were picturing, hopefully the gifset makes up for what it’s lacking!

If you want to read it on AO3 here...

The four times Rafael or Sonny were jealous and the one time they finally got their ish together.

Rafael doesn’t know when the smart remarks and the light banter he has going with Sonny shifts into something more for him, all he knows is that it happens gradually. Somewhere in between the biting remarks, his eyes begin to linger on Sonny’s reactions. The more they linger, the fonder he grows of Sonny. Eventually, as subtly as possible, he attempts to do something about it, without risk of completely destroying the professional capacity of their relationship.

In the middle of a particularly long case, he’s in the precinct, sitting directly across from Sonny when he sees the clock tick past 9 o’clock. They’ve been going over case files for hours, trying to find any detail that could prove fruitful but with no luck. Rafael has been watching Sonny out of the corner of his eye for the last fifteen minutes now, memorizing little details of his face. He thinks now is as good a chance as ever, so he rises from his seat, hands tucking into his pockets.

Sonny looks up at the sound the swivel chair makes and Rafael lets out a small sigh,

“I need a glass of scotch,”

Sonny sighs as well, giving a tired nod in assent which has a little bit of hope blooming in Rafael’s chest,

“You coming, detective?” He asks but Sonny’s shaking his head,

“Not tonight.” He says giving a small smile like he’s genuinely apologetic.

He rises from his seat as well, the muscles in his thighs clenching and unclenching as he stands up. He unrolls the sleeves of his shirt, drawing Rafael’s hazel gaze to forearms that disappear into gray cotton.

“I need to drop this care package off to Rollins. She’s going a little stir crazy at home, all sick.” Sonny elaborates.

“Right,” Rafael says eyes focusing on the fond expression on the detective’s face at the mention of Rollins. His blue eyes twinkling with obvious amusement and adoration, Rafael wonders how he missed it. He frowns at the tinge of disappointment he feels, quick to stomp down on it, chiding himself, Of course, he’s interested in Rollins, he thinks bitterly.

“Maybe some other time, then,” Rafael says dismissively, purposely avoiding further elaboration as he steps away from Sonny, literally and figuratively putting distance between them. He needs that scotch now more than ever.

“Goodnight, Carisi,” he says with a final, almost wistful nod, before turning and walking away.

“Night,” Sonny calls softly, watching the ADA’s speedy departure with pensive confusion.

II.

It’s not the first time that someone tries to flirt with Rafael to get their way in a plea deal and he doubts it will be the last, nevertheless, he’s a little surprised when Lisa Hassler tries to pull those kinds of moves on him.

“Fifteen years.” Rafael offers, eyes narrowing on Lisa’s face.

Her lips form a bit of a pout at the high number and she leans in a bit closer, tucking a strand of her brown hair behind one ear. She angles her body to reveal the pale expanse of her neck, staring imploringly at him with her big brown eyes. Rafael is mostly amused by her actions, though in the back of his mind he wonders what she’s up to. Even after several odd years of knowing the woman, he still doesn’t completely understand her.

“Eight,” She says her voice a soft, seductive murmur, leaning further to show off a hint of cleavage.

Rafael grins, not bothering to pretend he’s falling for it.

“Ten,” He insists, hazel gaze never leaving her own eyes.

Lisa contemplates this for a few seconds and nods, then trails her fingers flirtatiously down his hand, “Fine, throw in a date and I could work with ten.”

Rafael hears a loud flabbergasted scoff from his right side,

“Are you kidding?” Sonny demands, budding into the conversation.

Rafael waves his hand in Sonny’s direction, “Shush.”

He feels the weight of Sonny’s glare on his hand as he considers Lisa’s proposition. He knows that whatever date she’s asking him for, isn’t going to be more than a shared couple drinks while she drills him about his personal life.

“Deal.” He says and Sonny’s intake of breath is loud, but Rafael continues on anyway.

“One drink, I choose the place.” He says to her because he knows she’s shit at choosing any bar with decent drink options.

Lisa leans back, looking like the cat who got the canary, “Alright. Nice working with you Mr. Barba,” She spares them one last saucy wink, before sauntering off, pointedly sashaying her hips side to side.

Rafael watches her leave feeling both amused and confused at her antics, when Sonny’s voice cuts in, “Did you just sell yourself out for a plea deal?”

“We got the deal, didn’t we?” Rafael says in lieu of answering, not wanting to go into the lengthy explanation of Lisa’s strange sense of humor.

“Yeah, but now you have to go out with her.” Sonny protests, which causes Rafael to pause.

He turns to face Sonny whose features are frowned, blue eyes stormy and lips pursed.

“Have to?” He echoes with a cocked eyebrow, “When have you known me to do anything, I didn’t want to?”

Sonny looks taken aback, “Oh,” he says instantaneously feeling the rush of embarrassment at his presumption. Rafael graciously chooses not to comment on the sudden redness of Sonny’s ears and cheeks and sits, leans back comfortably in his chair, planting his feet on the edge of the desk.

Sonny sits back down as well, pulls another case file into his lap, trying not to feel sullen over the date that’s got an easy, self-satisfied smile curled on Rafael’s lips.

(Rafael gets a text to his cell phone 20 minutes after Lisa’s departure,

SMS 3:38 PM

Man, winding up your pretty boy sure was a lot of fun. However, I got to cancel that date after all, my girlfriend’s taking me out to dinner. Raincheck?)

III.

Sonny’s been present to witness a lot of hard cases, he knows better than anyone that Rafael works hard to serve justice for the victims, yet this is just one of those cases where it isn’t possible. He can see the toll it takes on Rafael, in the way his shoulders tense as the jury fails to reach a verdict and the judge declares a mistrial.

He wants to walk over to Rafael, put his arms around him, tell him that he did the best he could. He gets up, almost as if to do just that, before he can do anything, Liv is stepping forward. Right, he thinks, stopping himself, Rafael already has someone to comfort him. He looks away when Liv goes in for a hug.

Moments later, he follows Liv and Rafael out of the courthouse, offering Rafael a brief look of sympathy. The crowd from the courtroom heads off in different directions and Sonny belatedly realizes he’s left alone on the court steps with Rafael and Liv, he begins to regret that when a palpable silence passes between them.

It doesn’t last long though, Mrs. Rodriguez approaches them soon enough, her eyes filled with unshed tears, “Some of the jurors would like to light a candle for Hector, is that okay?” She asks uncertain,

“Of course,” Rafael says and she looks at him then, her voice shaky as she continues,

“Thank you, Mr. Barba, I…” Her voice breaks and so does the strong resolve in Rafael’s face.

Sadness pools in his eyes and she reaches forward, presses a hand to his chest as if to reassure him, “I know hard you tried,”

Rafael clasps his hand over hers for a brief moment before she pulls away. Sonny feels the sting of the guilt that pours out of Rafael as he watches her go with pursed lips. When he finally turns, he blinks once as if suddenly remembering that Sonny and Liv are still there. Rafael’s eyes focus on Liv’s dazed face, his eyes softening with something like deep affection. Sonny’s stomach coils tightly at the sight.

“Liv, how about we go up to the memorial together?”

Liv finally looks at Rafael then and something passes between them, a silent conversation that has Sonny feeling awkward like he’s interrupting something. Whatever it is, Rafael opens his mouth next,

“Carisi?” Rafael questions and when Sonny makes a confused face, Rafael gestures between Liv and him, that’s when Sonny remembers, the memorial. He shakes his head,

“I think I’m just going to spell Fin at the hospital, keep Rollins company.”

He doesn’t add that there is no way he’s willingly getting stuck between the two of them in an Uber through Manhattan traffic. He can barely handle the easy affection that flows between the two of them as it is, an enclosed space could only do worse.

IV.

Sonny accepts Amanda’s offer to head to Babies “R” Us to pick out some necessities for Jesse, not expecting to see Rafael there.

Amanda ducks into one of the aisles a couple steps back and Sonny decides to keep trudging forward with the cart. He doesn’t want to risk jostling sleeping Jesse who is tucked into his right shoulder. He’s turning the corner, guiding the cart with one hand when he pauses his stride, eyes focusing on a man in a beige jacket a couple steps ahead.

The color of the coat combined with the dark brown hair perfectly styled even at the back is enough for Sonny to know who he is. Sonny tries not to let his heart surge at the ridiculous contrast of Rafael all dressed in his usual business attire, looking very out of place, surrounded by children’s clothes. He opens his mouth to call on him but breaks off when a woman steps forward, holding an outfit out to Rafael.

Sonny’s expression falls further when he recognizes Liv, all easy smiles and, effortless beauty, laughing at the expression Rafael makes when he sees the outfit she picked out. Suddenly Sonny feels out of place and he pulls the cart back, unwilling to confront a softer, happier Rafael that isn’t directed at him. Amanda steps up behind him then, holding out two different baby bottles,

“Sonny, hey, from these two which…” She trails off, her eyes honing in on the familiar couple ahead of them,

“Is that Liv?”

“No, that’s definitely someone else—“

“Barba too?” She demands, cutting him off.

Sonny makes a placating gesture for her to keep quiet but Amanda gets a twinkle in her eye at the sudden desperation in Sonny’s eyes and she calls over to them,

“Liv!”

“How about this one?” Liv asks, holding up an orange shirt and blue short combo. Rafael wrinkles his nose at both the color combination and the implication,

“I am not willingly paying good money to have Noah wear the Mets’ colors,”

The displeasure in his voice as he says this has Liv chuckling, “Didn’t know you were such a fan of the game, counselor,”

Rafael shrugs, “A bunch of men running around in tight pants, what’s not to love?”

Liv gives an amused smile, “So have you had better luck then? We’re here because of you, I told you Noah didn’t need anything,”

He waves off her attempts to derail his plans, “It’s his birthday, the least I could do is buy the boy a decent outfit”

Liv breaks off from another protest that was on the tip of her tongue to demand,

“Is that supposed to imply all the outfits I’ve bought are subpar?”

Rafael raises both his brows, going for an innocent look,

“It is what it is, I’ve accepted it by now,”

Liv goes to make some kind of remark that is sure to have put Rafael in his place when someone calls out her name,

“Liv!”

Rafael turns with Liv to see Rollins waving to them, but the person that catches Rafael’s attention is Sonny standing behind her, a cotton covered lump with legs in one hand. Rafael’s brain belatedly computes that the lump is probably Jesse, Rollins’ baby girl. He isn’t even that surprised to see them together, looking like a picture perfect, all American family.

Unfortunately, the lack of surprise doesn’t stop the acid burn feeling, of what Rafael has come to know as envy, crawling its way up his sternum. He takes a breath, reaches to grab at Liv, hoping to end this interaction with a wave and then walk away. But Liv steps forward before he can attempt to run away and instead grabs his arm, pulling him forward, closer to them.

The women share a hug and settle into some comfortable small talk while Rafael nods stiffly at Sonny,

“Carisi,” He says politely, deciding to keep it professional, Sonny nods back at him with a small smile,

“Counselor,”

Both Sonny and Rafael stay silent, letting the women lead the conversation, Rafael choosing to zone most of it out until he hears something about Rollins showing Liv “the cutest little shoes” and then both Rollins and Liv are stepping away from them, telling them they’ll be right back.

Rafael glares at the purposeful look Liv throws his way, subtly gesturing to Sonny before hooking her arm with Rollins. Rollins unlike Sonny, doesn’t miss Liv’s gestures and she grins, unnecessarily adding, “You boys have fun now,” before heading off with Liv.

When Rafael finally turns to look at Sonny again, he catches Sonny staring longingly after Rollins and that makes the burning in his chest about ten times worse. Sonny finally turns once the two women have disappeared out of sight and in a delayed panic at being caught staring, Rafael focuses his gaze elsewhere. He remembers that Sonny is holding Rollins’ bundle of joy and he eyes the baby with apprehension, a look Sonny catches, causing a laugh to bubble out of him.

“She’s not a bomb, she’s not going to blow just ‘cuz you’re near her,” He assures Rafael with a smile that has Rafael’s knees going a little weak.

Sonny angles his body a little to show Jesse’s innocent napping face. But Rafael remains unconvinced, instead choosing to remark on how comfortable the little girl is, her cheek smushed into the curve of Sonny’s broad shoulder.

“You’re…good with her,” He comments and it makes Sonny’s smile stretch, a pleasant hue rising to the apples of his cheeks and now Rafael’s heart is clenching for a wholly different reason.

“Amanda wouldn’t keep me around if not,” Sonny says jokingly, Rafael hums his assent but knows the statement is untrue. Rollins knows a good thing when she sees one.

“So,” Sonny asks, “You’re here for what? Helpful commentary?”

“Funny,” Rafael says in a deadpan tone, which only has Sonny grinning wider,

“Oh wow counselor, pigs just might fly, you just said I was funny,”

Rafael rolls his eyes, “It’s called sarcasm, Carisi” He retorts, biting back the grin that’s spilling over, pretending that he’s not secretly enjoying their back and forth banter.

“I’m here because it’s Noah’s birthday soon, I wanted to buy him some clothes as a present,”

“Oh,” Sonny says in a weird tone of voice that has Rafael looking up and seeing a sudden shift in Sonny’s face.

Rafael goes to ask about it when Jesse makes a noise against Sonny’s shoulder and lifts her head looking adorably confused as she looks around. Her soft blue eyes land on Rafael who tries his best not to look grim but it clearly doesn’t work. Her face immediately begins to scrunch up, a wail producing from the back of her throat.

Rafael shoots Sonny combined looks of I told you so and panic at what to do and just like that, the lighthearted smile returns to Sonny’s face. He bounces his knees up and down with a smile, making soft shushing noises as he rubs a hand up and down Jesse’s back.

"It’s okay J, it’s just uncle Rafael, he’s not scary, just a grump, s'okay" He says softly, which has Rafael grimacing.

"I am not a grump," He protests, unconvincingly.

When Jesse finally quiets down, she looks at Rafael with about as much unease as Rafael is regarding her with, nuzzling into the soft material of Sonny’s shirt. Lucky baby, Rafael thinks petulantly.

Then, Jesse is babbling and Rafael doesn’t realize how close he’s gotten to Sonny until Jesse’s chubby little hand reaches out and grabs on to the collar of his jacket. Sonny smiles, clearly not noticing their proximity. Rafael almost has to hold his breath when Sonny steps closer to angle Jesse more comfortably towards him.

"There you go, see,” He murmurs softly, “Uncle Rafael's not scary at all", completely oblivious to the fact that his voice is causing Rafael pain.

Suddenly Jesse is twisting her body, following the hand that’s gripped at Rafael's collar and Rafael just lets her pull him closer till she’s got a solid grip, too distracted by Sonny to really process what’s happening.

That is until Sonny goes, "Oh you want to go to uncle Raf's arms, okay," Rafael’s daze is broken then and he tries to move away,

"What—Sonny no. I don’t think that’s a good idea,"

But Sonny ignores Rafael’s panicked protests, shifting Jesse’s weight into Rafael's arms. Rafael clutches at the unfamiliar weight in an awkward manner that has Jesse squirming from the discomfort. Rafael takes that as a sign that she’s clearly displeased with being in his arms and tries to give her back to Sonny,

"See she doesn’t like it, take her back,".

"It’s ‘cuz you’re holding her all wrong counselor,” Sonny says stepping in, face close to Rafael’s as he adjusts Jesse’s position, “You've gotta support her bottom, yes, like that," Sonny says rearranging Rafael’s arms and hands, touch purposely lingering even though Rafael doesn’t notice it.

When Jesse seems comfortable enough, she continues tugging at the collar of Rafael's jacket babbling nonsensically to him and now that she’s literally in his arms, Rafael focuses on the baby babble with a concentrated look, nodding every now and then like he can understand her.

Sonny watches the interaction, feeling like his heart is about to burst any moment and then Jesse who is pretty pleased with the amount of attention Rafael is giving her, leans forward and gives him a sloppy baby kiss, right on his chin. Rafael looks conflicted like he’s deciding whether it was cute or disgusting, maybe both. He seems to settle on cute as he gives Jesse a soft smile and pat on the back. Sonny continues to look on, envious of the fact that a baby has more game than him.

+I.

Rafael shows up at a bar near the precinct following a text message from Rita, telling him to meet her there at 7 o’clock. He shows up fifteen minutes past the hour, no Rita in sight but a young man sitting where Rita told him she would be. He gets a text message from Rita then,

SMS 7:17 PM

I got sick of you pining over your detective, figured you needed a good date or at least a decent lay. So I took the freedom to set you up with someone. Be nice, he’s still a newbie at my firm.

Rafael frowns at the text message and goes to leave, not in the mood to chat up a rookie defense attorney, but it’s too late. The young man sees him and recognition flashes over his face. He smiles at Rafael and waves him over. Rafael goes only because he’s unwilling to face Rita’s displeasure if he isn’t at least polite to the man. The young man introduces himself and they start talking. He’s friendly enough to hold up a decent conversation, not too bad on the eyes either but Rafael can’t help but think he’s no Sonny.

Twenty minutes into a conversation that is growing increasingly stilted, Rafael excuses himself to go to the restroom with the intent of ending the date once he returns. He makes his way to the poorly lit bathroom corridor when someone bumps into him,

“Sorry man,” A familiar accent says.

The tall man turns around to make sure he’s okay, “Wasn’t looking where I—counselor, is that you?” Sonny asks, leaning closer to see Rafael in the dimness of the corridor.

“Carisi,” Rafael says, equally surprised to see Sonny there.

“What are you doing here?”

“This is my go-to bar,” Sonny says with a smile. He’s wearing his suit, but his tie’s a little loose, a couple buttons undone under it. He looks pleasantly buzzed and Rafael is distracted by it all.

“What are you doing here, counselor? On a date?” Sonny questions in a teasing tone.

“Something like that,” Rafael says briefly and Sonny’s expression shifts and he flashes Rafael an overly enthusiastic smile,

“That’s great! Mind if I interrupt your date briefly to go say hi to the Lieu?”

Rafael frowns in confusion at this, “Liv? Why would Liv be here?”

“You’re on a date and she’s your girlfriend,” Sonny says slowly but at the increasing confusion on Rafael’s face, he asks uncertainly, “Isn’t she?”

The misconception startles a laugh out of Rafael. “Sonny, where did you get the impression that Liv was my girlfriend?”

Rafael is not denying that Liv is an attractive woman and if he’s being honest, maybe when he first met her, he’d thought about it, but it would never have worked out. She’s one of his best friends now and it’s much better off that way.

Sonny furrows his brows in confusion, “She’s not? Then who are you on a date with?”

Normally Rafael would very vaguely answer the question, not giving away any details. However, knowing that the date he has tonight is not one he’s willing to continue, he moves to the side and gestures to the young man he’d left in the booth.

Sonny makes a weird sound of displeasure and then weirdly enough asks, “On a scale of 1-10, how well is your date going?”

Rafael raises an eyebrow at the question, “A five?” He replies, unsure of why Sonny is asking.

“Good,” Sonny says strangely pleased and Rafael is further confused until Sonny is lurching forward, leading Rafael against the corridor wall, pressing his soft mouth against his.

Rafael’s mouth goes a little slack in surprise and Sonny uses that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. Soon Rafael forgets himself in the slow desperation of the kiss, sinking into it when his brain unhelpfully reminds him that Sonny is with Rollins. Rafael reluctantly pushes away from the kiss. Sonny makes a whine of protest, leaning in again, but Rafael stops him with a hand to his chest.

“Sonny, wait, what are you doing?”

“Kissing you, it’s pretty self-explanatory,” Sonny says with a wide smile as his eyes linger on Rafael’s lips. Rafael catches himself looking back up at Sonny’s lips as well but he shakes his head trying to disperse the thoughts,

“That’s not what I’m talking about, what about Rollins?”

“What about her?” Sonny asks, wondering why Amanda is suddenly a part of this conversation.

Rafael gives him a pointed look, “Aren’t you two playing house together?”

“What? I take care of Jesse yeah, but Amanda and I are just good friends.” Sonny explains, “You know, like you and Liv apparently.”

“Oh,” Rafael responds and then in a sudden rush, he wraps a hand around Sonny’s satin tie, swapping their positions before dragging him into another kiss.

Sonny flails a bit at the sudden movement and Rafael uses Sonny’s surprise to lick into the heat of his mouth, holding him close by the fabric of his tie. Sonny’s mouth taste like sugar mixed with alcohol and Rafael chases the sweetness with his tongue, drawing a moan from Sonny’s lips. Sonny finally makes a move then, hands winding up Rafael’s back till they tangle into Rafael’s hair. He grips it tight, pulling a bit and Rafael groans against him, breaking the kiss again.

“You’ve got to stop doing that,” Sonny complains, refusing to let go of Rafael when he leans away.

Rafael sighs against him, pressing an apologetic peck to Sonny’s chin, “I don’t want to stop either, but I don’t want our first time to be in the dingy corridor of your favorite bar.”

“Fair point, counselor. Your place or mine?” Sonny asks, stroking his fingers up and down the nape of Rafael’s neck.

“Whichever is closer,” Rafael says with another pained groan when Sonny shifts, his half hard cock pressing against Rafael’s own growing erection.

“Mine is,” Sonny says then pauses his absent-minded stroking, biting his lip as he continues, “Wait, before that. I just want to make it clear, I’m not interested in a one night stand with you. If…if that’s what you’re looking for, I don’t think—“

“Oh baby,” Rafael says, cutting Sonny off and causing him to flush a wonderful pink color at the use of the new nickname,

“I’m not interested in anything less than waking up next to you every day, if possible,”

“Oh,” Sonny says lamely, a giddy grin spilling over.

“Yeah, now come on, I’ve got to let someone down before we can head off anyway,”

In the morning when Rafael finally gets up after Sonny bribes him with caffeine, he has several unread text messages.

Rita Yesterday, SMS 8:02 PM

I was going to be mad about the way you treated the rookie but then I heard the description of who you went home with. At least you’re done with your pining now.

Liv Yesterday, SMS 8:34 PM

I heard you went home with my detective last night, congrats :)

Amanda Rollins, Yesterday, SMS 8:47 PM

Tell Sonny I told him so!

Lisa Hassler, Yesterday SMS 10:13 PM

I told you pretty boy was into you!

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plainsimpletaylor · 7 years ago

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Rafael secretly listens to old school hip hop (because hip hop was basically born in the Bronx in the 1970-80s) go!

Yes he does 100%. This is also a HUGE reason why he loves Hamilton because Lin-Manuel Miranda put in so many references to old school rap/hip-hop. Like can you imagine him getting Hamilton tickets because it’s a big Broadway show with rave reviews and he goes in expecting the best of the musical. And then BAM brilliant references/flashbacks to his youth in the best ways possible and a legal discussion with the founding fathers???? HE WAS SLAYED. (and in that deleted scene with Liv, that was like his fifth time seeing the show tbh)

When he was a teenager, Lucia banned all hip-hop from the house because she was afraid Rafael would get crazy ideas and not follow through on his education and get a better life than she had. She didn’t understand what the music was really about or why some of it resonated with Rafael growing up poor and latino in the Bronx. He knew people from school who were involved with drugs and gangs and he wanted nothing of that life. But it’s an outlet he can’t let go. So he carries on listening to it discreetly.

And this is a habit he maintains until the present day. Sometimes when he stays late at the office alone, he plays it while he’s working through a difficult case. One night, Sonny walks in on one of these sessions. And he immediately recognizes the tune. This is a whole new side he gets to see of the level-headed prosecutor.

“Is that Notorious B.I.G.?” Sonny asks.

Rafael’s head shoots up and he immediately pauses the music. “You know Biggie?”

“Yeah. He’s classic.”

Rafael huffs. “Please. He’s ‘90s. Real old school is ‘70s and ‘80s. Let me show you classic.”

I don’t know enough about hip-hop to suggest or even speculate about which tracks/artists Rafael would prefer so he’s just a general admirer in this HC. but if anyone knows more about this please comment with your suggestions on this because I would like to know! (also please let me know if I have anything incorrect in this. I really want to do this HC justice.)

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adarafaelbarba · 3 years ago

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So as mentioned in my previous post about this bingo, my birthday is next month. And for that occasion I wanted to host another bingo! Like my last bingo in October 2021, this one will have moodboards to the squares. You don’t have to use them, but they’re there for inspiration, and can also be used in your fics as a “cover” if you’d like 🥰 I’m gonna have the moodboards up before the bingo starts on Monday 17th of January 😅

here are some rules:

1. It’ll start on January 17th and ends on February 17th at Midnight (Norwegian time)

2. Write one, ten or all of the fics. But don’t feel like you have to write them, this is a fun little writing exercise

3. You can write a head canon, ficlet, multi-chapter (one moodboard/square per fic) or a one shot. But please, if it’s longer than 500 words, put it under read more.

4. The fics can be fluff, smut, angst, etc if you feel like they would fit with the aesthetic of the moodboard you write for. Please remember to tag the fics with the right warnings before posting it.

5. Tag me when you post it, so I can keep tracks of the fics that are posted for this challenge and use the hashtag: #adarafaelbarbabirthdaybingo

6. Characters allowed (reader insert, oc, ships)

SVU:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Peter Stone

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

Elizabeth Donnelly

Other Raúl Esparza Characters:

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Frederick Chilton

Paul Mendelsohn

911 / 911 Lone Star:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Maddie Buckley

Chimney

Hen Wilson

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Owen Strand

T.K. Strand

Grace Ryder

Judd Ryder

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Carlos Reyes

Tommy Vega

Mayans MC:

Miguel Galindo

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Bishop Losa

Emily Thomas

Coco Cruz

One Chicago:

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Brian «Otis» Zvonecek

Joe Cruz

Stella Kidd

Gabby Dawson

Violet Mikami

Sylvie Brett

Emily Foster

Jessica Chilton

Gianna Mackey

Evan Hawkins

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

Vanessa Rojas

Sean Roman

Kim Burgess

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Will Halstead

April Sexton

Crockett Marcel

Jeff Clarke

A Discovery of Witches:

Baldwin Montclair (Trystan and Peter’s version, but specify it 😅)

Matthew de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Diana Bishop

Miriam Shepard

Domenico

Sophie Norman

Nathaniel Wilson

Gallowglass

Satu Järvinen

Juliette Durand

Phoebe Taylor

Hamish Osborn

Chris Roberts

Ransome Fayrweather

Outlander:

Ian Murray

Frank Randall

Jamie Fraser

Clair Fraser

Briana Fraser Randall

Roger Mackenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Newt Scamander

Young Dumbledore

Kingsman:

Eggsy Unwin

Roxy Morton

Harry Hart

Merlin

Charlie Hesketh

Percival

Lancelot / James Spencer

Ginger

Whiskey

Tequila

Characters from the King’s Men

MCU:

Thor Odinson

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner / Hulk

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Sam Wilson / Falcon / Captain America

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Dr. Stephen Strange / Dr. Strange

T’Challa / Black panther (rip Chadwick 🥺)

Shaun / Shang-Chi

Xialing

Wenwu

Wong

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Tom, Toby or Andrew. But specify it 😅)

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Wade Wilson / Deadpool

Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

Baron Helmut Zemo

Yelena Belova

Monica Rambeau

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Charles Xavier / Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Druig

Makkari

Dane

Thena

Sersi

Ikaris

Ajak

Gilgamesh

Kingo

Phastos

Note: If there’s a character/fadom not listed, feel free to DM me.

7. No RPF/real person fic. No underage character (includes reader/ocs)

8. Please signal boost this post, regardless if you participate or not

9. Most important! Have fun! 🥰 Feel free to dm me with any questions or concerns

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storiesofsvu · 3 years ago

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Storiesofsvuholidaybingo

That’s right!! It’s bingo time again!!

Prompts are all winter/Christmas/holiday related, or songs.

Submissions can be anything, a mood board, a ficlet, headcanons, drabbles, gif sets, one shot, social media au’s, whatever you want!!

Read the rest fo the rules under the cut!!

Song Prompts: pick 2-4 lines of lyrics from the song and use them in your fic (bold them for reference). You can change pronouns to make a song fit a fic better!

Prompts can be any genre, make it super spicy, make it tooth rotting fluff, make it angst as fck, make it an AU, just make sure to include any and all appropriate warnings and tags!! (Preferably at the top of the post, not just in the tags)

Fics can be either a ship, a reader insert, or an OC, mix and match, crossovers from different shows/fandoms, stick with one, try out something new!

Accepted characters:

· SVU

-Olivia Benson

-Odafin Tutuola

-Trevor Langan

-Melinda Warner

-Amanda Rollins

-Sonny Carisi

-Rafael Barba

-Casey Novak

-Alex Cabot

-Nick Amaro

-Peter Stone

-Kathy Stabler

-Sonya Paxton

-Kat Tamin

-Elizabeth Donnelly

-Mike Dodds

-Rita Calhoun

-Pippa Cox

-Angela Wheatley

-Ayanna Bell

· Outside of SVU

-Bryan Kneef

-Ricardo Diaz

-Nevada Ramirez

-Fredrick Chilton

-Abigail Borin

-Anthony DiNozzo

-Ziva David

-Elizabeth Keane

-Carrie Mathison

-Heather Dunbar

-Jackie Sharp

· Other fandoms you can write from

-Ted Lasso

-Goliath

-The Morning Show

-One Chicago

-Mayans MC

-Criminal Minds

-Grey’s Anatomy

-911

-Marvel

-The L Word

- Fate the winx saga

Ships can be any combination of the above characters, crossovers welcomed as well! If there is someone or a fandom not on the list you’d like to write for, just send me a message and I can probably add them!

Rules

· You must tag me

@storiesofsvu

and use the hashtag storiesofsvuholidaybingo on each creation and I’ll put together the masterlist.

· Bingo begins December 1st and runs all the way through to January 10th! (Yes. We be running for more than a month! And that is because Christmas is the INSANELY busy season for me at work and I’ll need more time to get organized and this way we’re not under such a time crunch). You may only submit ONE creation PER DAY. And only one square per creation.

· No underage readers/oc’s.

· Tag all and every warning appropriately at the top of a fic

· Anything over 1000 words must be under a readmore

If you have any questions, feel free to message me!!

_______ tagging some people!!

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plaidbooks · 3 years ago

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rafael and you horny in his office and all the squad finds you dry jumping each other and kissing hard?? (English isn’t my first language sorry)

(No worries!)

You and Rafael were walking--well, stomping--back to his office. You had been sitting second chair with Rafael for months now, trying to learn the ropes of the courthouse under his tutelage.

But the trial was hard, and you were both upset with how it was going. You were full of adrenaline after an intense cross with Rita, and you wanted to punch Rafael's desk. And from the look on his face, he wasn't much happier.

The door closed behind you both, with a "no visitors, Carmen," and he slammed his briefcase on his desk. You both chatted in short, clipped sentences, trying to dispel your feelings.

Neither of you could say how it happened, but one moment, you were standing there, talking about the case, and the next moment, you were in Rafael's lap on his couch, tongues in each other's mouths.

You grinded your hips down on his, and you moaned when you felt him starting to harden. His hand was in your hair, the other dipping up your shirt to grope your chest.

He praised you in between searing kisses, his lips trailing down your neck. He popped the top button of your shirt, then the next, his mouth following.

There was a knock on the door, and you quickly tumbled out of Rafael's lap, collapsing onto the couch next to him just as the SVU squad walked in. You didn't know how much they saw, but from the looks on their faces, it was enough.

Not to mention your shirt half-open, hair a mess--as was Rafael's--and both of your lips swollen. You averted your eyes while Rafael sat up straighter.

"I told Carmen no visitors--"

"We need a warrant, Rafael," Olivia said, trying to stay professional. Amanda was grinning and Sonny was blushing...and hiding a smirk.

"I'll text it to you. Out. Now," Rafael growled.

They quickly shuffled out, closing the door behind them. You finally glanced up at Rafael, and you noticed the pink tint on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry--" he started. You tried to tell him it was nothing, but he talked over you. "--but I'd like to take you out to dinner. Maybe talk this out?"

You blinked before smiling, shyly buttoning up your shirt. "I'd love to."

#rafael barba x reader #ficlet #my writing

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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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Office Mishaps

Ficlet. Rafael Barba x reader. Totally inspired by episode 05x13 of Grey’s Anatomy - a Slexie incident - for those who know, you know. CW: implied smut, language. WC: 668

***

“Hey Carmen.” Amanda greeted brightly. “Brought you coffee.” Carmen smiled brightly taking the cup out of her hands. She removed her headphones.

“Afternoon detectives.”

“And I brought zeppole.” Sonny piped from behind Amanda.

“You’re both a godsend.” Carmen replied.

“So, is Barba in there? We need some warrants.” Amanda asked.

“Umm.” Carmen looked away, uncomfortable. “He is.”

“Oh great!” Sonny replied and took a step forward.

“No!” Carmen cried out. Sonny paused and he spun on the balls of his feet. Amanda looked at the paralegal curiously.

“What’s going on?” Amanda questioned.

At that moment a loud moan and a thud emanated from Barba’s office.

“Oh fuck yes papi!”

Amanda and Sonny turned their gaze from the door and then looked at Carmen.

“I know that voice... is that... is that detective Y/N?” Amanda asked, her bright blue eyes wide.

Carmen’s lips thinned and she stood up to close the main door to the office. She turned back to the detectives.

“Yes, that’s detective Y/N. They’ve been seeing each other in secret for the past six months. That’s why I had my noise cancelling headphones on. She comes during lunch a few times per week and well...” Her voice trailed off, feeling her own cheeks burn.

Amanda and Sonny snorted simultaneously.

“Didn’t know he had it in him.” Sonny replied.

“Well more like he has it in her.” Amanda murmured, before covering her mouth from laughing.

All of a sudden, a howling scream emanated. Everyone jumped and you came bursting out, hair askew and clothes disheveled. “Something happened! I broke Rafael! Call a medic!”

Sonny made way into Rafael’s office and found Rafael hunched over, his pants and boxers by his thighs. He was clutching the front of his pants, groaning in a pain.

You rushed back in and burst into tears. “Oh god, oh god!” You looked at Sonny. “We were.. and and .. pop! A popping sound! And oh god, I broke Barba’s penis!”

Medics came in, Amanda directing them. They got Rafael on a gurney and his suit jacket was placed strategically over him.

“Do you want me to ride with you?” You asked Rafael tearfully.

Instead the prosecutor gave you a pained expression. “No, you did enough riding.” He gritted through clenched teeth.

“I guess we’ll go bother the eighth floor for those warrants.” Amanda replied quietly.

Rafael flicked through the three channels he had on his hospital TV set. He was to stay overnight but the surgery to fix his penile fracture was successful and there wasn’t any permanent damage.

Most calls were to wish him well, but some were wise cracks about his penis and being a dirty old man for dating you, he felt defeated.

He brought his tray closer and picked at some of the green jello given. He dropped the spoon in disgust and pushed the tray again.

There was a small knock on the door. Rafael looked up and you poked your head in. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

You made way in and stood by Rafael’s bed. You dropped a bag that was clearly takeout on tray. “How are you feeling?”

“Considering I had a literal case of blue balls, I’ve been better.” Rafael groused. “Officially its a penile fracture - despite there being no bone - which I didn’t even think was possible.”

“I’m sorry I broke your penis. And if you don’t want to see me anymore I get it. I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am.”

“What’s in the bag?” Rafael wondered, ignoring your comment.

“Rueben on rye with extra pickles, just how you like.” You replied. “And some of Sonny’s zeppole. I’ll let you get back to resting.”

Rafael sighed. “Stay.”

You looked at him, eyes hopeful. “Stay?”

Rafael nodded. “Come, split the sandwich with me and keep me company.”

You smiled and climbed into bed next to him. “Okay.”

Rafael grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss. “It’ll be a funny story down the line.”

You sniffed and wiped your eyes. “If you say so.”

Rafael nodded. “I mean it.” He reached out for you. “Stay.”

You did. You grabbed some plates and split the food. Eventually, you climbed into bed next to him and stroked his hair until he fell asleep.

FIN.

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