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[inyourperipherale]

paperwork and winks

✦ Pairing: Rafeal x (GN) Reader

✦ Summary: A day at the precinct turns unexpectedly playful when Rafeal slides into the detective’s workspace, sparking flirtatious banter that leaves the entire bullpen buzzing.

✦ Content warning: none, really. perhaps flirting, teasing.

✦ Author’s Note: second post ever! honestly, i just love how playful and flirty this turned out. especially since i have an angsty fic i have been working on in between this and another fic. look out for that. ps. i tried my best to keep it gender neutral but if i missed something, let me know! 𑣲

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The bullpen was a hum of phones, murmurs, and the occasional clatter of files. You were elbow deep in paperwork when a familiar voice cut through the din, sharp, confident, and just the tiniest bit mischievous.

“Detective,” he drawled, leaning against the edge of your desk with that crooked grin that somehow managed to make you simultaneously annoyed and delighted. “Still pretending you don’t like doing paperwork?”

You didn’t look up. “Someone’s got to keep the precinct from imploding. You’d know if you tried it once.”

He chuckled, tilting his head, eyes glinting. “I’ve seen you in action. Trust me, chaos has nothing on you.”

You finally met his gaze, arching an eyebrow. “Flattery? That’s dangerously close to unethical, Rafeal.”

“Unethical is my specialty,” he said smoothly, sliding a folder across your desk. “But strictly legal when it’s for work purposes.”

You leaned back, smirking, pretending to consider him. “Hmm. I’m not sure if I should be grateful or call HR.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough to be a conspiratorial whisper. “Go ahead. Call HR. I’ll be charmingly unrepentant.”

A beat passed. Then, in perfect sync, you both burst out laughing—laughter that drew a few curious glances from nearby detectives, but neither of you cared.

“Fine,” you said, tossing the folder back. “I’ll give you this one. But only because I like being amused.”

“Amused is my favorite state to put you in,” he said, straightening. “And just so you know,” he gestured to the folder, “I’ve got a whole stack of files we’ll be ‘working’ on together later.”

You groaned, hiding a grin behind your hand. “I’m starting to think you enjoy this way too much.”

“I think you secretly enjoy it more,” he replied smoothly, turning to leave, then pausing at the doorway. “Try to stay out of trouble until then, Detective.”

You watched him go, already anticipating the next round of teasing, the back and forth that made the precinct feel a little less like a cage and a little more like… this.

In the Sargent’s office, Olivia and Rafeal were mulling over a case file. Barba explaining the witness timeline, he couldn’t help sneaking glances at you from across the bullpen. “So,” Olivia said, voice casual but pointed, “the detective seems… unusually cheerful today. And you, ADA Barba,” her eyebrows went up slightly “are leaning a little too close to make that ‘just professional’ line believable.”

Rafeal raised an innocent brow, tapping the folder. “Professional curiosity only, Olivia. You know me.”

Olivia smirked, clearly unconvinced. “Uh-huh. Sure. And I suppose sliding folders across desks and whispering in confidential tones is part of your professional toolkit?”

He chuckled softly, pretending to shuffle papers. “A man’s got to keep the workflow interesting.”

You glanced over at the scene, trying not to laugh outright as Olivia gave Rafeal a pointed look. “Interesting, huh? I’ve seen you flirt less subtly in depositions.”

Rafeal’s grin faltered just a fraction. “I—uh—strictly procedural. All business.”

Olivia’s smile deepened. “Mmh-hmm. We’ll see how long you can keep that up before someone notices. I’m… watching.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, laughter spilling out across your desk, and Rafeal finally threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, yes, maybe there’s a hint of… charm. But it’s still work-adjacent.”

“Work-adjacent,” Olivia repeated, teasing, shaking her head. “You lawyers and your euphemisms.”

Once Olivia returned to her office, you leaned back with a sly smile, tilting your head toward Rafeal. “So,” you murmured, voice low enough for just him, “I guess it’s true… everyone notices when you’re trying to charm me. Even Olivia.”

Rafeal froze for a beat, then quirked that signature half smile. “Oh? And what do you think that says about me?”

You tapped the edge of your desk, leaning forward. “That you’re either very confident, or very reckless. Maybe both. But honestly? I’m entertained either way.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, mock exasperation softening into something warmer. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But watch it, you might make me start thinking this is… personal.”

“Maybe I want you to,” you teased, eyes sparkling. “Keep up the charm, Rafeal. The rest of the precinct already knows your type.”

As if on cue, a few detectives at nearby desks exchanged glances, whispering with barely contained smirks. Amanda nudged Sonny, nodding toward the two of you, clearly in on the silent game. Someone else whistled softly under their breath, making you roll your eyes but grin anyway.

Rafeal caught the glance too, tilting his head at you. “Looks like the office grapevine approves of us,” he murmured, voice low and playful.

“Or they’re all betting on how long it takes for you to get flustered,” you replied, leaning back, smug.

He leaned closer, just enough for you to feel the warmth, and whispered, “I’d say the odds are in my favor.”

Minutes later, he gathered his case files, straightening his suit jacket before heading toward the exit. As he passed your desk, he paused, glanced back over his shoulder, and shot you a slow, teasing wink.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Leaving already?”

“Duty calls,” he said, voice low, almost a purr, “but I’ll be back… and I fully intend to win that bet.”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving the precinct buzzing, your coworkers smirking knowingly, and that lingering spark between you two crackling in the air. Even in a room full of detectives, some games were meant to be played just between the two of you.

[deadclownbizz]

Time for Us

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

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Tropes: None rly?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    You stopped him, a hand gently grabbing his shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[carolina-thiell]

Before the door closes · Rafael Barba x reader

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU

Character: Rafael Barba

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Count: ~1,100 words

Genre: Domestic intimacy. Established relationship. Soft romance. Emotional quiet.

Summary: An early morning goodbye turns into a quiet exchange of memories, warmth, and words almost left unsaid. Before the door closes, Rafael Barba chooses love out loud.

You wake to the soft rustle of fabric and the quiet clink of cufflinks. It’s still dark, mostly. The curtains are drawn against the creeping light of a too-early morning, and the bedside clock tells you it’s not quite 6:00. But he’s already dressed: suit jacket slung over the back of the chair, shirt half-buttoned, tie draped around his neck like a scarf in progress.

He hasn’t noticed you yet. He’s moving with that deliberate quiet he always reserves for mornings like this when he’s trying not to wake you, trying to slip out into the city before the baby stirs or the world starts demanding things from him again.

You blink, push your cheek deeper into the pillow.

“Rafa.”

He turns at once; not startled, but caught. His expression softens when he sees you, hair mussed, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Go back to sleep, cariño,” he says gently, stepping closer to the edge of the bed. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You stretch your hand toward him.

“I don’t want to miss you.”

He sighs like that undoes him a little. Like every time you say things like that, simple and honest, something inside him still flinches with disbelief. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead first, then your lips, warm and slow.

But just before he pulls back, something shifts and you feel it. His breath stills, just slightly; his hand lingers a second longer on your jaw and his eyes flick down to your mouth, then up again, like he’s thinking something. Like it’s already on the tip of his tongue.

You whisper, “What?”

He hesitates. You know that look, that Barba look. The one he wears in court before saying something that will change everything. But this time, he doesn’t speak.

Instead, he smiles small, tired, a little sad, but still anchored in you. He brushes your hair back from your face, thumb resting behind your ear.

“You remember the day we met?” he asks quietly.

That catches you off guard and you blink up at him.

“Of course,” you murmur. “You were arguing with a vending machine.”

He huffs a soft laugh, straightens slightly. “It stole my dollar.”

“It ate two. You were pacing and muttering about economic injustice and lack of municipal oversight.”

“You laughed at me.”

“You called me a witness to corruption and asked if I wanted to co-author a complaint to the State Comptroller.”

He grins at that, an actual grin, fleeting but real.

“I remember thinking you had the most ridiculous, unstoppable mouth,” you say, your voice quiet. “And that I was in trouble.”

He gazes at you like you’ve just handed him a case he wasn’t prepared to win.

“I didn’t think you’d give me the time of day,” he admits, adjusting his watch absently.

“You told me I’d regret it if I didn’t and I believed you.”

He leans down again, his forehead brushing yours. “I’m still trying to earn it.”

“You already have.”

The moment stretches, warm and slow. He closes his eyes, breathing you in like a reprieve. Outside, the city starts to come alive; the sound of a bus rumbling by, a distant car horn, the low whine of wind between buildings. But here, in this room, it’s just you.

You kiss his knuckles before he pulls away.

“Don’t forget your coffee,” you whisper.

“Don’t forget I love you,” he says.

And this time, it’s the thing he doesn’t hesitate to say.

Then the door clicks softly behind him, and you’re left smiling in the quiet; your heart full of memories, and something that feels a lot like forever.

[evan4ever]

You Left Me

Warnings— angst, that’s about it! And I did not proofread lol

a/n— I’ve wanted to write for Barba for so long and this popped in my head tonight so I hope it’s good, it’s my first Barba x reader!!

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“I’ve got donuts!” You chirped as you strolled into the station, holding the box of donuts up high for everyone to see, though blocking your own view momentarily. Thankfully, you knew your way around well enough that you maneuvered your way to your desk, still holding the box in front of you waiting for someone, anyone, to say something about the donuts— but when no one did, you finally lowered to box to see Amanda, Sony, Olivia… and Rafael staring at you.

Your heart nearly stopped. It had been nearly 3 years since Rafael had left. Left the squad. Left town. Left you.

No call. No text. No nothing. After a nasty case that left everyone confused and devastated, you arrived home to the apartment you had shared with your long time boyfriend, Rafael Barba, for all of his belongings to be gone. Nothing of his left, but a note.

“I love you. I’m sorry.

Rafi”

You were left broken beyond what you thought could ever be repaired. It took a lot of time, a lot of therapy, a lot of “self love” and time off for you to even come close to healing from that. You still weren’t completely healed. You were just on the mend, finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel, thinking that maybe things could be okay again. You were finally finding love towards your job again after spending the last three years being so angry and taking that anger out on every perp you could. Olivia knew what you were going through, thankfully doing her best to hold you together knowing you had no one else to do it for you. She never fired you when you were out of place, she never judged you when you blew up at anyone who looked at you wrong, no, she simply turned you in the direction she knew you needed to go.

And now, the moment your eyes landed on Rafael’s, they quickly diverted from his and found Olivia’s.

You swallowed hard, feeling uncomfortable with everyone’s eyes on you and the way silence filled the room. You dropped the box of donuts harshly on your desk and cleared your throat, running your hand through your hair, something you did often when nervous.

“Um, I can’t… this isn’t..” you stuttered, shaking your head, “I’m not doing this here.” You stated, turning and making your way into the break room, away from the wandering eyes, knowing Rafael would follow you.

The air felt thick around you, your skin hot and wet. You almost didn’t want to believe he was really here, that this was really happening. Why? Why now? After all this time? After all these years you had to spend healing the parts of you that he broke? Why now?

You felt the presence as someone entered the room, and it was all too familiar even after three years. Your ps were currently pressed against the counter, your body hunched forward.

“Close the door, please.” You demanded, quietly. You knew you weren’t going to be able to keep your temper under control when the two of you begin talking, and the others really don’t need to hear your dirty laundry.

You listen as he obliges, the door latching giving you the okay to push yourself away from the counter. You still couldn’t bring yourself to face him yet, so there you stood tall, facing away from him, staring at the white kitchen cabinets in the break room filled with only the presence of yourself and the man who was at one point the absolute love of your life.

It was dead silent, as if both of you were terrified to speak first. Or maybe neither of you knew the right thing to say. All you did know was you weren’t going to be the first to speak, and he had no right to make you.

“Can you turn to me?” His voice finally filled the room, filled your ears. “Please?” It was so soft, and still so beautiful, if you weren’t so pissed off at him, you probably wouldn’t buckled there.

“I don’t know if I can face you.” You admitted in a shaky whisper, you weren’t sure if he even heard.

“I know you’re angry, but if you would just listen—“

“Angry?” You cut him off, whipping yourself around so quick that he wasn’t expecting it and took a few steps back out of surprise. “No. I’m not angry, Rafael. I’m furious. I’m livid. I could kill you if it wasn’t illegal and I didn’t love my job.”

You stepped towards him with every one of your words, now chest to chest with him. Your noses were nearly touching as you stared up at him and he down at you, a look of pure despise mixed with betrayal in your eyes.

You stayed like this for a moment, almost threatening him to move away from you. When he didn’t, you finally backed off and put space between you, shaking your head at him.

“I know that I’ve hurt you y/n.” He states, his eyes remaining on you.

“You left me.” Your voice nearly squeaks in reply, causing Rafael to flinch slightly. “I would’ve done anything for you, Rafi, and you left me.”

“I had no choice!” He finally raises his voice, a hint of his own hurt showing. “I couldn’t make you give up the job that you worked so damn hard for all because I did what I did? I wasn’t going to make you pack up your life and come with me all because of a screwed up case! Don’t you get any of that? I was trying to spare you. I was trying to give you another chance at this beautiful life you built. I wasn’t going to make you follow me. I would never do that to you. Not because of my poor choices.”

You stared at him for a moment in disbelief, as if the last nearly decade you guys had spent together he truly had never heard a word you had ever said to him. Yes, you could see he was looking at your best interest, but he failed, miserably, at seeing what YOU would have wanted. What YOU would have thought was best.

“I would have gave up my entire life for you. My career, my home? Those are just things to me. You knew this.” You spoke slowly and clearly to him, making sure he understood you. “There was nothing else in this world I wanted more than to be with you, wherever you were, wherever you would go. I would have been there.” Your eyes stared directly into his, holding contact for a moment while he thought over what you just said. “But you took that choice from me when you left me here.”

Turning away from him now, you took a deep breath almost feeling free, finally getting that off your chest to him. He took that choice from you. He thought he knew what was best for you, and that’s what really hurt.

“And you didn’t even give me the courtesy of a phone call or… or a goddamn text message.” You laughed harshly. “No, I got to find out from a note Rafi! A note, and all your shit gone from our apartment! But hey, thanks for paying the rest of that year’s rent. You really did me a favor there.” You sarcastically joked, rolling your eyes.

All Rafael could do was stand there, thinking over your words again and again. He really did think he was doing what was best for you. That’s all he wanted, what was best for you. He didn’t want to make you pick your entire life up for him.

“I’m sorry y/n. I only wanted what was best for you. I didn’t think you—“

“No, you didn’t.” You cut him off, nodding in agreement. “You’re right. You didn’t think.”

He just stares at you, his mouth opening to say something but quickly closing on second thought.

You both now, once again, just stares each other down, neither daring to break eye contact. Though, his stare at you is filled with sincerity and warmth while your stare at him is still filled with anger and coldness.

“Do you know what I had to do to pick myself back up from that?” You once again break the silence, referring to his leaving. His eyes quickly meet the floor, almost scared to find out what his disappearance in your life had done to you. “I was in therapy FOUR DAYS a week with Olivia’s freaking shrink for months. Then it was three days a week. Now I’m finally at two days a week so, we’re making progress huh? I was on desk duty for a year because I would beat the living shit out of every perpetrator I could get my hands on. I had like.. four different lawsuits on my hands that, thank god for Olivia and the rest of my squad, they got me out of. I lost a partner to a bullet because my mind was on YOU. I lost the privilege to talk to victims for a year because my mind was on YOU.” His eyes remained on the floor as you flooded him with everything he had caused you to go through. “You left a hole in me, so big, that even three years later Rafi, I’m still working on filling it. All because I would have went with you.”

“So come with me now.”

His words take you back, nearly making you trip over your own feet as you process what the hell he just said. You stare at him, your eyebrows pushed together, questioning if you heard him right. Surely, he didn’t just say that now, after all this, after all this time.

“What?” You whisper, deciding you need to hear him say it again to confirm it.

Rafael pushes himself a few steps towards you now, maybe a foot between the two of you, and looks down at you carefully, and gently repeats himself. “So, come with me now.”

Your mouth drops open in awe, and not the good kind.

“Are you kidding me? Why now? Why now and not then?!” You raise your voice again, feeling the anger once again rise, though he quickly grabs either side of your arms and gives them a small squeeze.

“Please. Just listen to me.” You want to object but instead, you sigh and allow him to continue. “I realize now how wrong I was for not giving you the choice. Y/n, leaving you was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my entire life. A mistake I have been dwelling on since the day I left. But I needed to hear you say, from your own mouth, your own words, that you would’ve came with me. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I forced you to come and you hated it. Please understand that.” You slowly relax at his words, in his touch, feeling slightly more confident that he truly meant well by his actions, though they still weren’t okay. “There’s nothing I love more in this world than you. There’s nothing I want more in this world than you by my side wherever I go. And if you still want that, so do I.”

He lets his jabs gently run up and down your arms, in a familiar way he used to years before, and God it felt so good. Your eyes flutter shut as you replay his words in your mind, your stomach turning in all which ways making you almost nauseous. You’re not ever sure how to feel at this point, you don’t even know what to say or how to respond.

Maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was just so natural, but you found yourself leaning into him and allowing him to hold you. He was careful not to overstep any boundaries you may have put up, only holding onto the sides of your arms and allowing you to rest into him as you pleased, your head lying against his chest. You felt his chin finally rest on the top of your head after some moments, like he wasn’t sure if you’d allow him to or not.

Here, like this, you guys stayed for some minutes in silent. You had no idea what to do, or what to feel. All you did know was in this moment, it was the most whole you have felt in three years, since before the day Rafael left you. It might seem silly, or cheesy or cliche, but you really would have given up your entire life for this man. He was your everything. He treated you with the utmost respect, kindness, love, he treasured you. You guys had a good thing going. And you had no one else. Sure, you had your squad and they were the closest to a “family” you were going to get, but Rafael was the one.

“I have to get going mi amor.” Rafael finally pulls himself away, your heart skipping a beat at his use of Spanish, something you haven’t heard in so long and god, something you have missed. He looks down at you, you quickly squeeze your eyes shut to hold back the tears that suddenly tried to push themselves out, then blink a few times before looking up and meeting his eyes. “There’s that case, with the veteran and his daughter, Nydia.” You nod, knowing which he’s talking about before realizing he must be going against Carisi. Rafael notices your realization and a small smirk grows on his lips. “Yeah” he confirms. You clear your throat and nod. “We can talk later, if that’s okay?”

You nod again as he back away towards the door, watching him carefully but staying where you are.

He stops before he leaves and looks back at you one last time, meeting your eyes, “just think about it, okay?”

[blackcherryleather]

i need a man exactly like him

[chriskevinevans]

what i would do to be that bear

[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.

[remanence-of-love]

[mybellaluna67]

Truths

[toastbutteregg]

[adacarisi]

ooh could you write a barba fic where the reader has to testify for something and he helps her through it/gets really angry when the defense attacks her?? then angry sex?? smthn like that (:

Another two parter, there is smut in this one though, the next one will also have smut and the courtroom scene. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for requesting such creative things, they’re a pleasure to write. 

The stand. You’d never liked it. Though you had practiced your testimony with ADA Barba multiple times you still felt nervous. You weren’t sure what exactly was making you so anxious, but you knew part of it was him. His gaze was intense and piercing, his eyes rarely left you as you rehearsed over and over. His posture was confident and sure, his shoulders broad and his chest wide. 

You found yourself daydreaming of what it must be like to run your hand over his suit jacket, to feel the warmth of his body against the skin of your palm. 

“And at anytime during discovery did you leave the scene?” His voice did little to silence your fantasies, rather it made you wonder what words he would speak as you did unspeakable things to him.

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[law-and-order-smut-victims-unit]

Imagine hearing Rafael speak to your baby bump while he thinks you’re asleep.

Requested by anon. 

Warning: Fluff, Sweet; Rafael, Sad;Rafael

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[law-and-order-smut-victims-unit]

Imagine being in a polyamorous relationship with Sonny and Rafael. 

Requested by anon. 

Read: Part 1

Warning: Sad; Reader, Angry; Rafael, Comforting; Sonny, Asshole; Mike, Angst

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[law-and-order-smut-victims-unit]

Imagine being in a polyamorous relationship with Sonny and Rafael.

Requested by anon. 

Warning: Polyamorous relationship, rivalry, sexy; Rafael, sexy; Sonny, slightly sexual

Polyamorous: The state of having multiple sexually or romantically committed relationships at the same time, with the consent of all partners involved.

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[thoughtkick]

“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”

— Unknown

[remanence-of-love]

[adacarisi]

Rough sex with an angry, dominant and jealous Barba please? If thats okay

HELL TO THE YES…(Samuel L. Jackson voice) HOLD ON TO YA BUTTS!! AND Holy lord this is long, I spent hours on this. I think it was well worth my time. Keep sending requests, I am working on writing them all, love you guys, thanks for being so much fun!

You had been dating Rafael Barba for a few months now. You both had items of clothing and toothbrushes at each others apartment. You had even exchanged keys a few weeks ago. You had finally cracked his stone exterior and he was letting you in. You met his mother Lucia last week and it went fantastic. You no longer wondered who Rafael got his witty sass from. Tonight you were going to meet the squad a.k.a the group of detectives who your boyfriend spent all his time with. You were a little nervous but had heard great things from Rafael and you trusted his judgement. 

Everyone was already at the bar by the time you two arrived. The lights were dim and when you first walked in it was hard to see. Rafael led you over to a high top where three very good looking people sat.

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[storiesofsvu]

Breath Play

Rafael Barba x fem!reader Warnings: Language, smut, choking, breath play.

Rafael Barba was a complex man, one that immediately intrigued you, the way his silver tongue and wit carved through the courtroom like he was a steaming knife and it was simply softened butter practically made you weak. You regularly struggled keeping focus when you were in the gallery to support victims or see how the case unfolded. It only took a matter of a few months, late nights working cases, post trial celebration drinks with the squad before an easy flirtation settled between the two of you. Clearly you were cautious about keeping things private, but you clicked too well to deny it, the first night you landed in his bed you briefly thought you’d died and gone to heaven, the things that man was capable of with his tongue? You were shivering at the thought of it alone. As you continued your sexual exploitations you started to explore the more kinky sides of each other, willing to open up about things you really liked, or things you wanted to try.

Barba currently had you pinned down against his bed, hips rolling against yours in a surprising gentle manner, each drag of his cock hitting every ridge inside of you. One of his hands held your hip while the other clasped your wrists above your head, he couldn’t get enough of the whimpers coming out of your lips, the lust taking over your eyes. Your skin was burning, but you needed more, even as his pace increased, you wanted to lose yourself in the moment, your voice came out in panting breaths,

“Rafa….please…choke me…” You nearly moaned out. His hips faltered, nearly stopping their movements while his hand holding your wrists came to cup your face.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you…” You nodded, your now free hand grasping his, placing it firmly against your collarbone to adjust him to the feeling.

“Please…” You whimpered, “I trust you…” You took in the look of hesitancy on his face, you had a safe word but if you couldn’t breath, you obviously wouldn’t be able to use it, “I’ll slap your arm twice if I need you to stop, okay.” He seemed more sure with that knowledge, leaning down to kiss you feverishly, grunting as his hips started to plunge against yours again, with more force this time.

His hand crept up your body, thumb enclosing around one side of your neck while his fingers cupped the other. Your breath hitched simply at the feeling of his hand on your sensitive skin, whining for more as his cock drug through your sensitive spots, hips thrusting up to meet his. Rafael felt your walls clench against him tighter as the pressure of his hand increased hesitantly, knowing you were getting even more turned on by this made his dick twitch, there was something so incredibly hot about being in complete control.

You groaned, pulling him tighter to your body, eyes scrunching shit, a hand closed around his wrist, squeezing to encourage him. He wrapped his hand tighter, pushing lightly against your larynx, focussing more on the sides of your neck. Your free hand wound its way down to your clit, beginning to rub furiously as Rafael’s cock hit your spongey insides over and over again, you felt him let up lightly as you gasped for breath, eyes fluttering before slamming shut again as his hand closed tightly around your throat. Your fingers wavered against your clit, quickly replaced with his thick ones, you let out whatever amount of a shout as you could, walls clenching around him, seeing fucking stars, your brain foggy and light headed as you came, juices leaking out around his cock.

Rafael barely let up his grip on your neck while he pounded his way through his own orgasm, triggering a second one from you, your thighs wrapping tightly around his body, pulling him to you. Involuntarily his hand squeezed even tighter around your neck as he shuddered, cumming deep inside of you, you quivered at the feeling of his hot spurts hitting your walls. His hand quickly left your neck, cupping your cheek as he collapsed against you, taking the time to gain his breath, panting against your damp skin, kissing your chest gently. You hummed at the feel of his thumb tracing your cheekbone, your hand finding its way into his hair, scratching at his scalp gently,

“You okay?” He murmured quietly, raising his head to take in your blissed out appearance.

“Fucking fabulous…” You smirked back at him.

“So what you’re saying is I should do that more often?”

“Please…” You muttered against his lips, kissing him deeply, tongue breaking into his mouth, in a breathy kiss.

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