#barmaro

[citharoedus-c]

[tyl3rthorn]

[dannygpino]

[creamyakult32]

I just need to see this🥺

[malevolent-muse]

SVU 15x5: October Surprise - Elevator Convo Transcription

(translation in red - note much of what they are saying is slang and there is a shared cultural undercurrent running between these two Latino men of Cuban descent)

ADA Barba: I am not cutting Munoz a break just because he's my friend. 

Nick Amaro: No, I get that. It's not about friendship. It's about you. You're afraid to go after Munoz because while he stayed in the hood, in el barrio [the neighborhood/ghetto] and played man of the people, you went off to Harvard and pretended you were one of the gringuitos [“little” (diminutive) gringo/white foreigner]. 

ADA Rafael Barba: I know where I come from. 

Nick Amaro: Yeah, so does Munoz and he's playing you, mi socio [my associate/pal], and making you feel like a sellout. Un arrepentido [a repentant man... someone who feels guilty, maybe guilty enough to start defending what he shouldn’t].

ADA Rafael Barba: Thank you so much for the bodega psychoanalysis, detective. Compay [buddy]? No te equivoque conmigo [make no mistake (I am not to be messed with)].

[royalstcve]

[pupcarisi]

ok idk why i wanted to hurt myself and rewatched this conversation

[amarosmuffin]

love love love the idea of barba domming from the bottom with amaro

NSFW BELOW -> COWGIRL, CHOKING, SLAPPING, BOTTOM AMARO, DOM BARBA

nick loves praise, takes on so much responsibility outside of their home it only makes sense that he’d pass the reigns to rafael the second he feels comfortable enough to be so vulnerable. raf has zero objections to this, naturally. but as everyone knows, raf is a bit of a slut. a shameless one that despite his love for pushing nick around and bullying him to his knees still loves a bit of manhandling, choking, whatever tickles his fancy really.

it takes a while to convince nick he can do it. because despite him living years being the dominant man he thought he was in and out of the bedroom with maria and even rafael at the start, he thought he’d fell too deep to come back up. that he wasn’t capable of it anymore. but rafael constantly reassured him he wasn’t taking control, he didn’t need to command him: he just wasn’t gonna sit back and take it like he’s used to.

one night after a particularly brutal case, nick comes home anger tight in his shoulders and an attitude not even cuddles and raf’s special hot chocolate could smooth out. typically some heavy petting and special treats get him straightened out, floats him up to that happy places where he’s all suggestible and sweet. but he’s too worked up with a whole lot of displaced anger — he always gets like this with domestic cases. raf suggests taking his anger out on him, and he can see the full body shiver that takes over nick the second it leaves his mouth. but then this little grin quirks at his lip. “maybe I can try? just…just give me orders, please?”

raf pulls nick to cage him against the wall, still takes the lead with all the smooching but he guides his hands to grab at his chest and then his ass; nick’s delighted to feel how much flesh is hiding under those slacks. they take it to the bedroom before they start fucking like animals in the hallway, nick on top, hands either side of raf’s head. this isn’t an unusual position, honestly. raf loves when he rides him, watching the way the muscles in his thick thighs tense as he grinds down on him and the way his face falls into his chest when it gets too much, slobbering all over him. he has to remind himself that’s not what they’re doing here.

clothes are in a pile on the floor quicker than usual, because despite nick’s apprehension to returning to a side of him that never quite felt real, he’s desperate and eager to get all this fizzing out from under his skin. to raf’s surprise, he’s already prepped. the squadroom showers have seen things it never should but he doesn’t regret it, not one bit, especially when he sees raf’s face as his fingers glide inside him with ease. “couldn’t wait for me hm?”

nick’s not really sure where it comes from, but a hand surges forward and wraps around rafael’s throat just slow enough for him to finish his sentence; turns out he doesn’t really need instructions at all. this is where he wants him: impulsive, snappy. all he can do is grin up at him as the familiar feeling of his head starting to swim sends his blood warm. nick obviously doesn’t need any prep, but raf works two fingers in him like his hole was still virgin until he gets impatient and throws his hand from between his legs, promptly lining himself up and impaling himself on rafael all in one go. raf’s hands come up to grip his hips instantly to try hold him still, slow him down because as horny as he is he doesn’t want this over too fast (and secretly, just to get his boyfriend more angry). nick slaps him once on the cheek. there’s hesitation in the way his arm retreats, a glimmer of fear in his eye but the guttural moan he’s only heard from raf a handful of times tells him he’s being good.

nick’s torn between giving him everything he knows raf wants and sinking deep into that simple place where being good is all that’s asked of him. “come on cariño, you can do better than that, can’t you?” oh he can. he can be so good, he can hurt him if that’s what he wants. “tell me rafa, you gotta tell me”

rafael gets the weirdest power trip of his life.