If it’s Sonny I really don’t think I could bring myself to watch season 20:(
Oh hell no. They better not be fucking around with Sonny. He is the only reason I watch anymore. First Amaro, then the BS with Barba and the horrible way he went out, and now another tragedy? I am no expert writer, by any means, but I am for sure sick of the main cast having trauma happen that is glossed over two seconds later. Ugh.
I swear to God, if one of my babes die, is traumatized or hurt(mentally or physically), I will lose my shit! Especially if it involves Sonny. So take notice @nbcsvu
aww sonny is going to be okay! I promise! have a little snippet that takes place right after part 4@my-sonshine
Fifteen minutes later and the phone rang for the intercom and buzzer. With a quick glance at the security camera you buzzed him in and then stood to unlock the front office door before perching on the edge of Brittany’s desk once more. It was barely two minutes before the door was being opened, Sonny must have skipped the elevator in favor of the stairs, and he was rushing through it. You gave him a watery smile when you saw him, the look on his face slightly relieved, but still a mix of panicked and apologetic.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said as he strode over and wrapped you in his arms, mouth to your temple as he gripped you tightly. “I’m sorry,” the repeated pulling back and running a thumb over your cheek as his eyes traced your face. You felt yourself getting emotional again and at this Sonny made a noise in the back of his throat. “Don’t cry. C’mere, don’t cry. I’m sorry. I’m okay. We’re okay. Everything will be okay. I’ve got an appointment to see Dr. Lindstrom next week. It’s going to be okay,” he repeated and it was all you could do to nod in his embrace, clutching the back of his shirt tightly.
“I’m sorry for how I brought it up,” you choked out and he tried to shush you, but you went on. His fingers were running through your hair gently, but the arm wrapped around you was still holding you in a vice like grip. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like…like I was suggesting it because I didn’t want to deal with your feelings. That’s not true, Sonny,” you said urgently and he pulled back to look at your face again.
“I know. I know. I’m sorry. Nick was right, I had my head up my ass. I just felt—I felt like I was drowning and I had no idea had to swim. But I needed to stay afloat and when you suggested that—that I need help, it made me feel like I failed. I wasn’t fooling anyone and I wasn’t fooling myself,” he said quietly with a sorrowful look as he brushed tears from your cheeks. Your face in his hands now he bent down slowly. “This okay?” he murmured and you nodded your head and reached up to clutch his arm.
“Please,” you breathed and he closed the gap and kissed you. “Please,” you repeated breaking the kiss and he dove back in deeper, tongue dipping into your mouth just this side of frantic still.
“Office, office,” Sonny broke away and chanted and you nodded your head as he picked you up and started walking, fumbling with the door separating reception from the back offices before continuing on his way. He dropped kisses to your temple, your forehead, your cheeks as he walked carefully and you turned your face up to them like a flower to the sun.
“This a good idea?” you asked carefully after he managed to set get you in your office and kick the door behind him, dropping you on the couch. He whined and kissed your neck before kissing his way back up to your lips.
“Don’t know. What do you—” he started and you cut him off with another kiss.
“Think we have a lot of talking to do,” you murmured against his mouth and he nodded his head before kissing you.
“We do. We will,” he promised and you gripped the back of his hair and tugged lightly.
“After?” you suggested breathlessly and he nodded again, fumbling one handed now with your pants.
“After. Promise. Right now I just—” you bumped noses with him and pushed his hands out of the way so that you could shimmy out of your pants.
“Yeah. Yes, Sonny. I need—please,” you pleaded and he was unzipping his pants and pushing them halfway down his lips before covering you with his body again.
“I got you. I’m going to take care of you. Take care of us,” Sonny swore and before you could reply he slid completely in and you both gasped and clutched each other tightly.
“This is not a negotiation,” Sonny was saying dangerously. “I don’t negotiate with terrorists.” You both stood on opposite ends of the couch, pillows in hand and raised. Couch cushions were overturned from where you’d both jumped up onto the couch in order gain leverage to hit the other before darting away.
“If you set your pillow down, I’ll do the same,” you repeated giving him a warning look. He narrowed his eyes at you and you gave him an innocent expression before deciding to play dirty. Shifting the pillow to one hand you trailed your now free hand down the front of your body, fingers catching on the two buttons of his shirt that you had closed around your frame. His eyes tracked your hand movement and you fought to keep the smirk off of your face, Sonny was few things if he wasn’t predictable. He faltered and lowered his pillow slightly and that’s when you took the opportunity to hit him again, cackling at his surprised face before darting away.
“You play dirty! You’ll pay for that, doll!” Sonny called and you heard his footsteps behind you and shrieked with laughter.
We always talk about how
touch starved Chilton is – but I think Barba’s just as underf*cked.
Raúl himself said he’s given up on relationships. He’s too
high-profile for hook-ups with random people. Hiring an escort is
against his personal ethics. Rita is MIA (and he’s too proud to call
her anyway). So.
Barba gets himself off in the bathroom while you (an SVU detective) are waiting in his office.
Imagine the Lieu sends you
to his office one afternoon to discuss a case. Rafael’s sitting in
his chair behind the desk; you’re standing just half a foot next to
him, your shoulder grazing his shirtsleeves every once in a while.
Your apparent lack of concept of personal space is something he’s
noticed before. Or are you doing it on purpose? To tease him? Get a
reaction out of him? Internally he’s shaking his head at himself,
trying to bring his focus back to the present moment and what you’re
saying … and you’re pretty talkative today. Always so eager to
prove yourself to everyone …
Speaking about your voice.
Low and deliciously husky as you prattle on and on about the case.
Combined with the sound of your hands turning the pages of the file, it reminds Barba of the ASMR videos he sometimes listens to on
YouTube when he can’t fall asleep at night.
But the rustling noises
and your soft breathing don’t just reach someplace deep inside his
ear, but they also – fuck, not now, Rafael thinks – make his cock stir.
After a few minutes Rafael
can’t help himself anymore and turns his head to blatantly stare
at your profile. He’d never admit it, but he loves the smell of your
perfume – even though it’s probably something mid-range, but who
cares, he wishes he could just reach over and cup your ass with both of his hands, grab you by the hips and pull you down on his lap, burying his
nose in your neck and …
The room has gone quiet.
Rafael tears his gaze from your butt and looks up at your face.
For my little love @mrsrafaelbarba. I hope this is what you wanted (aka something that makes you cry bc I sure as hell did)
THIS IS SAD. THIS IS A SAD BARBA FIC. Read at your own emotional discretion. Warnings: major character death.
RAFAEL BARBA X READER. WORD COUNT: 2,195
The early morning sky was so beautiful, reflecting off the glass and metal skyscrapers around your and Rafael’s Manhattan apartment. Pinks, oranges, yellows, all bleeding into blue. The start of a new day.
You heard Rafael’s footsteps behind you, sighing as he wrapped his arms around your waist. A happiness you had never known before warmed you from the inside out, this was all you ever wanted. To watch the sunrise in the arms of the man you loved.
“Good morning, cariño. Watching the sunrise?” He whispered against your shoulder, voice still groggy from just waking up.
Admiring the now cloudless sky, you hummed peacefully, “Si. Que hermosa”
“Tu mas asi.” He quipped, kissing your cheek, offering you a cup of coffee, steam rising from the mug between his hands. “Cuidado, es muy caliente.”
“Tu mas asi.” You laughed. Rafael shook his head as a sweet smile spread across his face.
“Thought we could go for a walk tonight, after court? It’s such a nice day, the flowers in Central Park are just starting to bloom this time of year.” Rafael questioned, looking at you hopefully. You smiled back, running a hand down his exposed chest, through the small tufts of hair.
SVU addict 