Law and Order: SVU Imagines and Preferences

How they let you know that they're in the mood

Rafael Barba:
Rafael isn't one to play coy when he wants something. He approaches you directly, his eyes sharp with intent, and a slight smirk on his lips. "You know," he murmurs as you settle onto the couch beside him, "I've been thinking about you all day." His hand slips casually onto your thigh, thumb brushing circles in a way that feels far from innocent. "Oh? And what exactly have you been thinking about?" you tease, arching an eyebrow. Rafael's smile deepens as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "About how perfect you look when you come undone for me." The low growl of his voice sends shivers down your spine, and he pulls back just enough to see your reaction. "Raf," you murmur softly, trying to keep your composure, but the heat in his gaze makes your heart race. "What are you doing?" He tilts his head thoughtfully, pretending to consider your question. "I'm just letting you know what I want, cariño. Unless, of course, you have other plans?" There's a challenge in his voice, daring you to say no. You bite your lip, shaking your head slightly, and he grins, his expression triumphant as he cups your face. "That's what I thought," he whispers before closing the gap between you with a slow, claiming kiss.

Sonny Carisi:
Sonny is never shy about what he wants, and tonight is no exception. He's been in a playful mood all evening, teasing you with little touches and flirtatious comments. As you're finishing up dinner, he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. "You know, I've been thinking," he says, his voice dropping to that low, suggestive tone that makes your skin tingle. "About what?" you ask, trying to act casual even though you already know where this is heading. "About how I can't stop thinkin' about you," he says, turning you around in his arms, his eyes scanning your face before locking onto yours. "Sonny, you're always thinking about me," you joke, but he's already pulling you closer, his lips brushing yours in that slow, deliberate way that makes your knees weak. "Yeah, but this is different," he murmurs, his hand slipping under your shirt, his touch warm against your skin. "I'm thinkin' about how good it feels when it's just us, no distractions." His lips move to your ear, his voice a low whisper. "I want you." The sincerity in his words, combined with the heat in his touch, leaves you breathless. "Right now," he adds, his lips finding yours again, making it impossible to say anything but yes.

Olivia Benson:
Olivia's approach is always more restrained at first, letting you take the lead, but there's a certain look in her eyes, a shift in her body language that lets you know when she's in the mood. Tonight, she's been quieter than usual, her gaze lingering on you as you talk about your day. After a while, she moves closer to you on the couch, her leg brushing against yours, and you can feel the tension in the air. "Liv, are you okay?" you ask, genuinely curious because she seems deep in thought. She smiles softly, shaking her head. "I'm fine," she says, her voice a little lower, more intimate. Her hand finds yours, fingers lacing together. "I've just been thinking about you." You raise an eyebrow, a smile tugging at your lips. "Oh? What about me?" She leans in, her lips grazing your ear as she whispers, "How good you make me feel." Her breath sends shivers down your spine, and her other hand slides up your thigh. "I've missed you," she continues, her voice barely audible but laced with desire. "Olivia," you murmur, your heart racing as her lips find your neck, and you know exactly where this is heading. "I've missed you too," you whisper back, already leaning into her touch as she pulls you into a slow, lingering kiss, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Amanda Rollins:
Amanda is direct, never one to beat around the bush when it comes to what she wants. Tonight, she's been eyeing you since you got home, her teasing smirks making it obvious that she has something on her mind. As you sit next to her on the bed, she doesn't waste time, leaning in close, her hand resting on your knee. "You've been lookin' good all day," she says, her Southern drawl making the compliment sound even more enticing. "Oh yeah?" you tease back, but Amanda's already moving in closer, her lips hovering near yours. "Yeah," she whispers, her hand sliding up your thigh, her touch deliberate and firm. "I've been thinkin' about you all night." She leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a way that makes your whole body hum with anticipation. "Amanda..." you start, but she cuts you off with a kiss, hot and hungry. "Don't play dumb," she murmurs against your lips, her fingers trailing up under your shirt. "You know exactly what I want." There's a spark in her eyes when she pulls back, a daring grin on her face. "So, what do you say?" she asks, her voice challenging, but her need is clear in the way she's already tugging you closer, her breath heavy and hot.

Elliot Stabler:
Elliot's signals are never subtle, especially when he's in the mood. He tends to hover, finding any excuse to touch you—a brush of his hand on your lower back, a lingering kiss on your temple. Tonight, he's especially restless. He leans against the kitchen counter, watching you intently as you tidy up. "You know," he says, his voice low and gravelly, "I've been thinking about you all day." His hands slide around your waist as he pulls you close, his breath warm against your neck. "You're looking too good to ignore." He presses a kiss to your pulse point, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You can feel his need in the way his fingers tighten on your hips. "Elliot," you chuckle, trying to focus on the dishes, but the heat between you is undeniable. "Can't this wait?" He shakes his head, voice thick with desire. "I've waited long enough," he murmurs, turning you to face him. "I want you... right now."

John Munch:
John's approach is playful but understated. He's always had a dry sense of humor, even when he's trying to seduce you. Tonight, he's sitting next to you on the couch, flipping through the channels when he turns and quirks an eyebrow at you. "You ever notice how boring TV gets when there's something much more interesting right next to you?" he asks, leaning in slightly. You laugh, rolling your eyes. "Oh, really? And what's more interesting than this riveting crime drama?" He smirks, sliding his hand onto your thigh. "You, obviously." He gives you a pointed look, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I've got some ideas that don't involve the TV at all." You raise an eyebrow, teasing him. "Oh yeah? What kind of ideas?" He leans in, his lips grazing your ear. "Why don't I show you?" John's voice is soft but firm, leaving no doubt about what he wants. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your leg, his intention clear without being over the top. He waits, letting the tension build, but you both know where this is headed.

Fin Tutuola:
Fin is cool, calm, and collected, but when he's in the mood, there's a shift in his energy that you can't ignore. He doesn't beat around the bush, either. Tonight, you're both sprawled out on the bed after a long day, and he's unusually quiet. Fin turns to you, his gaze smoldering, and says, "You know, you look real good tonight." His voice is low, almost a growl, and it sends a thrill through you. "I've been thinking... maybe we should cut this conversation short and focus on something else." He grins, but there's a hunger in his eyes that tells you he's not messing around. "Oh? And what would that be?" you ask, playing coy. He shifts closer, his hands finding your waist, pulling you toward him. "Come on, you know what I want," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck. "I've been wanting you all day." He presses a kiss just below your ear, his breath hot against your skin, and suddenly, the room feels too small, too charged with anticipation. "What do you say?" he asks, his voice thick with need.

Nick Amaro:
Nick's intensity is hard to miss when he's in the mood. He can go from sweet and tender to passionately needy in seconds. Tonight, he's been quieter than usual, watching you with those deep, dark eyes that seem to see right through you. As you walk past him in the living room, he grabs your hand, pulling you into his lap. "Hey," he says softly, his voice low and husky. "I've been thinking about you all night." His hands slide up your thighs, holding you in place as his lips brush against yours. "You feel that?" he asks, his voice a rough whisper. "That's what you do to me." You try to keep it light, teasing him. "Oh yeah? And what exactly have I done?" He smirks, his hands roaming over your body as he nuzzles your neck. "You've been driving me crazy." His lips trace a path up your jawline before capturing your mouth in a deep, heated kiss. "I need you," he breathes against your lips, the urgency in his voice making it clear that waiting isn't an option. "Right now."