#Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson

[lesbehonestsstuff]

You know what has always bothered me? The fact that when Olivia finds out Alex is alive, they don’t even get to hug goodbye. I know we’re supposed to be delusional when shipping them, but come on. Even if they were just friends, seeing them both crying and heartbroken for each other, not knowing when they’ll see each other again, is heartbreaking. Especially after Olivia literally held a dying Alex in her arms to stop her from bleeding out. You're telling me she doesn’t immediately hug her? Nah that’s bullshit, and it makes me want to put my head through a wall when I see that episode.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Alexandra ‘Alex’ Cabot Masterlist

Mommy… Master List

Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**

One Shots

Late Night Submission ~Cabenson*

Daddy’s Bunny ~Daddy!Alex Cabot xFem Bunny!Wife!Reader ~Holiday Bingo*

Not Without You ~Casey Novak xFem Wife!Reader (Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot) [MATURE]

You Go Too Fast for Me ~Dom!Rough!Alex Cabot xFem Sub!Lover!Reader*

She’s Been to Hell And Back ~S13!Alex Cabot xFem Wife!Reader(feat. Casey, Rita, Liz, Liv, & Amanda)[MATURE]

My Guardian Angel ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Investigator!Reader (Liz Donnelly x Alex Cabot) feat. Rafael Barba & Olivia Benson

Taking It From the Best ~Mistress!Narcissa Malfoy x EarlySVU!Alex Cabot xFem Pet!Younger!Reader**

Evidence of Obedience ~Sub!Alex*

Suspension Tension*

Tell Me What You Need ~Inexperienced!Shy!Sub!Alex Cabot xFem Soft!Dom!Reader*

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

[cabensonsgirly]

[hocuspocusbabyy]

Picture this 01: Cabenson.

The AC is off at the DA office during a New York heave wave.

Obviously Alex decided to show up unannounced at the SU and work from there.

Elliott is out with his kids for the weekend, so she sets up at his desk.

Benson practically panting because Alex is in a summer dress, a little sunburnt.

Olivia roaming round in a lavender vest and sunglasses permanently glued to her head.

Alex utterly regretting not just working from home, every time Olivia leans back to fan herself or guzzle water. Groaning about the heat whilst Alex desperately tries to respond to emails.

Munch and Fin arriving back from a call with boxes of icecream - A truck had broken down in the street, they just happened to know Fin’s cousin and gave them a half melted box.

Alex being almost startled by the change in Olivia’s change in attitude when offered a sweet treat.

The detective quickly opening up a lolly as Munch and Fin head to hand them out around the precinct. (Munch has a crush on someone in pathology.)

Oliva leaning back with her feet on the desk, watching Alex work, enjoying her snack. “You want one? It will make you feel better.”

Alex’s rasing a brow as though in disgust at the idea yet, can help her attention constantly drifting back to watch the detective eat. “I’m fine thank you.”

Olivia un wrapping her third ice pop before Alex decides to speak.

“You’ll make yourself sick.”

“It’s flavoured water, I’m sure I’ll be alright.”

“You’re eating them so fast I’m surprised you’ve take note of the flavour.”

“And why is it my eating habits offend you so Cabot? There’s plenty left for you.”

“I said I don’t want one.” Alex fully scoffing and sulking at the brunette, who slides herself forward in her chair to face the blonde.”

Almost whispering as she held the ice pop up between them, a barrier between their faces. “Admit you want a bite Cabot and maybe I’ll share.”

Alex short circuits at the prompt, almost moaning at the prospect. Olivia wagging her brows, smirking, challenging her.

Alex bending down to take the length of the sweet in her mouth, drawing back slowly, catching a glimpse of Olivia having to swallows few times extra.

Smirking at the brunette before suddenly biting the end off the pole, leaning back quickly to happily chew at the ice that now resides in her mouth.

“You’re right detective, I feel better already.” Laughing, folding her arms at the dumb rounded expression that graces Olivia’s face.

[pmilkshake]

well yes

[trixicbean]

i seriously need a beta to read my cabenson fics because i am too nervous to post them

(i don't need grammar checking just some confidence)

[pien-art]

cabenson drawing :3

[aubvrns]

"Longer Than A Fortnight"

| SVU & Headcanons

Synopsis — Their love languages towards you, and the kind they want to receive.

Note — Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Alexandra Cabot, Casey Novak

(Female centered, but no pronouns used.)

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!!

Olivia Benson

• — Olivia Benson is 100% acts of service.

• — She is the kind of lover that will tie your shoelaces, even if she’s running late.

• — WILL AND I MEAN WILL, do the simplest tasks for you just because she can!

• — "What you do mean you went out to get groceries? Without me?"

• — Her way of saying "I love you." is to comb your hair after you finished showering, and she asks you to sit on her lap as she does. (biting my fists rn)

• — Though, she craves for words of affirmation.

• — She didn’t grow up in a home where she felt appreciated, nor did she ever felt the comfort of her parents.

• — But she knew she loved you when you told her the sweetest sentence ever.

• — "I love you so much that you make me get out of bed to get groceries."

• — Seconds later, you felt arms behind you. Not long enough before your shoulder dampens.

Elliot Stabler

• — This man is so quality time.

• — He knows he has a dangerous job that occupies his time, hours and hours in the precinct.

• — But any chance he gets, he will come home to you.

• — "Pack your bags, we’re going to Italy!"

• — He’s afraid of losing you, or letting you go to the plane’s bathroom because you’re comfortable in his arms.

• — Amidst the turbulence, he enjoys your physical touch.

• — From all the abuse and torment he witnessed, it’s rare for him to feel safe nowadays.

• — That’s why he isn’t afraid to admit that he loves the way you kiss his forehead, trace patterns on his gentle calloused hands, or spooning him when he gets nightmares.

• — "Italy won’t run away, let’s just stay 5 more minutes in bed."

• — More so, your vanilla scented hair was his view of a vacation.

Alexandra Cabot

• — Shoot me when I say this blonde’s love language isn’t giving gifts.

• — Being a lawyer with an amazing conviction rate also means having money, money, money!

• — She enjoys spoiling you, giving you everything you need and want just because she can. She refuses to let you reach for your wallet, at all.

• — "I bought the necklace you stared at earlier!"

• — Besides your lips, Ms. Cabot also tracks your eyes. (i would like to have you for christmas)

• — Staring at you, she never noticed how much she longed for acts of service.

• — Her parents were always away, and she was left alone. Her parents’ money were their way of saying they’re sorry they couldn’t come to her graduation.

• — She was surprised when you called in sick, even though she was the one coughing like there’s no tomorrow.

• — "What do you mean I could’ve bought myself medicine instead of your necklace?"

• — You can’t help but smile as you sat beside her laying body, wiping her warm face with a wet cloth as she explains how much your necklace reminds her of your eyes.

Casey Novak

• — This redheaded loser in a hot body cannot go on a day without physical touch.

• — She was raised as an affectionate child, expressing her love greatly as her parents did.

• — Her auburn hair is as warm as her as you lay between her arms, her face on the crook of your neck as she sleeps soundly.

• — "If only court saw how soft and adorable you are when you sleep, you wouldn’t seem so intimidating." You say, playing with her hair.

• — Smiling lovingly, she unconsciously pulls you closer.

• — Aside from her comfort, she adores your words of affirmation.

• — She was the kid who would wait in her teachers’ approval, hoping that she did good enough for their expectations.

• — Luckily for her, she didn’t have to wait anymore.

• — "You think I look soft and adorable when I sleep? I think I want to kiss you right now."

• — And she did, like the soft and adorable loser she is.

!!

[cathrrrine]

how the svu characters would react to you pranking them by texting “i miss being single”

Sonny Carisi

Amanda Rollins

Nick Amaro

Casey Novak

Alex Cabot

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Fin Tutuola

Elliot Stabler

[theartofcollapse]

World’s Worst Detectives - Casey Novak

a/n: i'm taking requests, so feel free to dm me :) summary: you reveal your relationship with Casey to the SVU squad after 5 years. pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warning: none word count: 880

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The morning started like any other, Elliot sipping his too hot coffee, Fin scrolling through his phone, Olivia looking over case files, and Munch complaining about the copy machine. Business as usual, until Y/N walked into the precinct wearing a diamond ring the size of a small planet.

"Nice rock,” Fin said casually, before doing a double take. “Wait... damn, Y/N! What’s that about?”

“Yeah,” Olivia chimed in, narrowing her eyes. “What aren’t you telling us?”

Y/N smirked, leaning against the nearest desk. “What? This old thing?” she said, holding up her hand for dramatic effect.

“Holy crap, are you engaged?” Munch asked, adjusting his glasses like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Yep,” Y/N said breezily.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Elliot cut in, setting his coffee down. “Since when are you even dating anyone?”

“Since, like, five years ago,” Y/N said nonchalantly.

The room collectively froze. It was like Y/N had dropped a bomb in the middle of the squad.

“Five years?” Olivia echoed, her voice a mix of shock and betrayal. “You’ve been dating someone for five years and didn’t say a word?”

“We’re just private and don’t bring our personal lives to work,” Y/N replied with a shrug, clearly enjoying their stunned reactions.

“Private?!” Elliot gawked. “You’ve been in a five-year relationship and didn’t think to mention it?”

“Who’s the lucky mystery person?” Fin asked, leaning forward.

Y/N’s grin widened. “Casey.”

“Novak?!”

The room practically erupted at the revelation. And, as if summoned by their collective disbelief, Casey Novak herself walked into the precinct carrying a stack of files. She paused when she saw everyone staring at her like she’d just confessed to a major crime.

“What?” Casey asked, her brow furrowing.

“Oh, nothing,” Munch said, smirking. “We’re just learning that you and Y/N have been secretly dating for five years and are now engaged.”

Casey sighed, glancing at Y/N. “You told them?”

“They noticed the ring,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Kind of hard to miss.”

“Wait,” Olivia cut in, pointing between them. “How did you guys even get together? Like… how did this start?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Y/N said, shooting Casey a playful grin. “She flirted with me during my deposition prep. Very professional.”

“I did not flirt,” Casey said, rolling her eyes. “I advised you. Thoroughly.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/N teased. “And that ‘thorough advice’ turned into drinks after work, then dinner, then…”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” Elliot groaned.

“You live together?” Olivia asked, her mouth still slightly open in shock.

“For years,” Y/N replied, looking far too pleased with herself.

“For years?” Fin exclaimed. “How the hell did we miss this?”

“You’re the detectives,” Y/N said, dripping with sarcasm. “How did you not find out?”

Elliot threw up his hands. “I don’t know! You two never acted like… you know… a couple.”

Casey let out a dry laugh. “Are you serious? We’ve been dropping hints for years. You just didn’t notice.”

“What hints?” Olivia challenged, crossing her arms.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Casey said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “The time Y/N brought me lunch to court every single day during that Riker’s assault trial?”

“Or,” Y/N added, “the time we came to the precinct’s Christmas party in matching sweaters and you thought it was a ‘cute coincidence.’”

“Oh my God,” Fin muttered. “The ugly snowman sweaters. How did I miss that?”

“And don’t forget, that time Casey stayed over at my apartment during that snowstorm. Elliot, you called me to ask if she made it home safe, and I said, ‘Yeah, she’s in the kitchen making pancakes.’”

Elliot slapped his forehead. “I thought you were just being a good host!”

Munch adjusted his glasses, a suspicious look crossing his face. “What about that time we caught you two sharing a cab after that fundraiser?”

“We went home together,” Casey said bluntly.

Munch’s jaw dropped. “And I just thought… God, I don’t know what I thought.”

“Clearly, not much,” Y/N teased.

Fin leaned back in his chair, laughing. “Man, we really are slippin’. I can’t believe we didn’t piece this together.”

“Hold up,” Olivia said, narrowing her eyes at Casey. “So, when you storm out of here after Y/N gets assigned to some dangerous op, that’s not just you being a concerned ADA, is it?”

“Nope,” Casey said with a sly smile.

“And the way you glare at anyone who so much as flirts with her?” Fin added.

“Yeah, that’s me marking my territory,” Casey said dryly.

“I feel so betrayed,” Elliot muttered, shaking his head.

“Oh, come on,” Y/N said, laughing. “You didn’t really need to know all this. It’s not like it affects your jobs.”

“We’re detectives,” Olivia said, throwing her hands up. “We’re supposed to notice things like this!”

“Maybe you should take a refresher course,” Casey quipped, earning a round of laughter from everyone except Elliot, who still looked like his world had been turned upside down.

“Well,” Munch said, standing up and grabbing his coat. “Congratulations, I guess. But if you two start making out in the precinct, I’m filing a complaint.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Y/N said, shooting Casey a wink. “We save that for home.”

“Stop,” Elliot groaned, covering his ears.

Casey smirked, pulling Y/N toward the door. “Come on, babe. Let’s leave them to process.”

As the two of them left, hand in hand, Olivia let out a deep sigh. “I can’t believe we missed this.”

“Maybe next time,” Fin said, still laughing, “we should start paying attention to what’s right under our noses.”

Munch shook his head. “Or maybe we should all just retire while we still have some dignity.”

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Let's get you home, detective.

Note: mentions of alcohol, getting drunk, confrontations, slow burn but not really?, angst if you squint, tension, sapphic stuff ykwim, jealousy.(!!??), misunderstandings.

Pairings: Alexandra Cabot × detective reader

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“You are under arrest for the rape of Kendall MacKenzie, you have the right to remain silent and to refuse any questions. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you....”

“Great job out there, you've really outdone yourself for a rookie.” well that was something you didn't expect, especially coming from the captain himself. Even the others praised you, and it made your stomach feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Being a rookie meant that you were prone to criticism, which meant that everything you did was monitored. Especially your job now in the Special Victims Unit police department (SVU) was no joke. It takes a lot to have the guts to work in there, good thing for you, you were not one to back out so easily.

As of now, you've already tracked down the suspect after days of trying to pin which one of them raped the poor girl. You were alongside munch and tutuola, which meant that you were always in between their daily banter and side comments. It was amusing, really. But most days, you prefer working alongside elliot and olivia. But that also meant feeling like you were third wheeling, which made you feel like you didn't belong anywhere. Still, that didn't stop you from tracking them all down alongside them. You were adjusting quite well, surprisingly you still haven't vomited from extreme nausea and punched someone in the face for being a straight up asshole.

...

Busy monday, tons of evidences yet still not enough to send that man to court. Everyone was getting frustrated, especially you. You were so focused on going over your papers over and over again, trying to see if you missed something small that can potentially help you make sense of it all that you didn't even realize someone was standing behind your back, talking to detective benson and stabler. You jumped from your chair, immediately flipping through the pages as you ran to olivia's side, pointing at every possible thing they missed during the investigation. Explaining in great detail on how you connected every clues and minor details, leading to you rummaging through your desk for more information. It was all finally adding up, you were so close.

“That's a good observation you have there” she paused, “I'm afraid we haven't met yet. I'm Alex Cabot, a pleasure to meet you.” introducing herself, she extended her hands to shake yours. While you were in a daze, just staring at her like a lovestruck fool, causing you to stammer. The papers and your pen falling on the floor from nervousness as you mentally cursed yourself as you picked up your things from the floor. Alex also crouched down, helping you as you introduced yourself, still stuttering. Olivia side eyed you, asking what was that all about when Alex was whisked away by Elliot and Cragen for a talk.

“No, I should be the one asking. What was that? That's Alex?” you asked in disbelief, you've only heard whispers about the ADA but you've never met her in person, that was, until today. Olivia has never seen you act this way, that's when it finally clicked.

“Please don't tell me you like Cabot.”

“I mean-” she cut you off “I'm not hearing you out, kid.”

“Oh come on!”

“You cannot be serious—”

“Oh you're one to talk” you interrupted, then gulped when she gave you a disapproving look. You felt like you were walking on thin ice, so you dropped it.

...

You're in awe while watching Alex in action, feeling massively intimidated by the older woman. Her voice alone, sent shivers down your spine while you paid attention intently on how she delivered the case.

“The defendant was charged with heinous crimes, the murder victim was seven weeks pregnant.”

“Objection!” a loud bang echoed in the court room, making you slightly wince.

“That was a nice try, counselor. Don't do it again.”

“My apologies.” alex replied sheepishly

...

Months have passed and still, you haven't made your move yet with her. Many have tried pursuading you but you've always avoided Alex like the plague. Something about that woman was making you stammer all over your words, so you decided it was best to keep your distance. But the latter seemed to take that you just generally disliked her, enough to keep your distance and put a wall in between you both before you even got too close. Of course at first alex went out of her way to befriend you, but realizing that no matter what she does, you would always end up avoiding her. She tried asking what was wrong, but you gave her no straight answers. Elliot watched as you fumbled over alex, he and olivia knew better than anyone, and by that I mean they know that you liked alex. It was painful to watch, to say the least. The amount of headache you've put them through, stressing them out just because you're too much of a coward to confess.

“Why do I do this? I always mess up, now she thinks I don't want to be her friend.” you pouted as you took a sip of your drink, it was a long exhausting day from work as usual. It was stabler's treat, just you and him. You reminded him so much of his daughter, and you needed a friend. Only, you suck at making friends so you just whisk off any parental figure you see to rant your heart out over some woman that you can't seem to get out of your mind.

“I really don't understand how you expect anything to happen when you ignore her” he started, then shook his head in a disapproving manner when you started to sniffle quietly.

“I'm scared, okay?” you tried to reason out

“Kid, you've handled crimes harder than this. Confrontation with cabot surely wouldn't kill you.” he said, taking a sip of his beer.

“But what if I mess up?” you said weakly, your eyes glassy from crying.

“You won't.”

...

You really didn't have any choice, not even a week later and you're whisked off to interrogate a suspect alongside cabot. Cragen specifically tasked you to stay by her side and when you tried to protest, that's when he changed his mind about letting olivia and elliot come with you. So now you're stuck with Alex, and you didn't know what to do other than fumble over the hem of your sweater. It was awkward at first, neither one of you spoke to one another, that was until Alex initiated first. You really didn't want to be rude so you tried to talk and keep your composure intact for your sake. It was by far the longest conversation you've had with her, and since then, you both went out of your ways to make small talks whenever you can.

The squad seemed impressed with the progress you had, and you were also quite proud of yourself for not being as nervous and cowardice before. That was, until you saw Alex with a man at a restaurant, where you were invited by your college close friend for dinner to catch up. The whole evening, you could barely focus on your conversation with your friend, you were practically fuming at this point. The way he held her hands, the sound of alex's laugh and her smile. It looked more genuine than when she was with you. And that hurt you deeply, and your friend seemed to notice the change in your demeanor so your dinner was cut shortly when he offered to take you out to get some ice cream. You agreed and you both exited the restaurant once he paid for everything.

Alex watched as you exited the restaurant with a man, holding you by your waist and guiding you out. Her heart felt heavy at the sight, almost forgetting that she was on a date with a guy. Now it felt so wrong to entertain him, alex felt sorry for using the guy, but she can't seriously let herself fall for the younger detective.

...

There it was again, and everyone seemed to notice it. Another growing tension between alex and the stubborn young detective, just when everyone thought things were going well, they were now back to avoiding each other like the plague. Olivia tried talking you through it, but you shut her out. It was a jerk move, yes, but olivia understood where you were coming from. So she dropped it, knowing that it was best to leave you to it. After all, you insisted that you're old enough to handle this.

But it also greatly affected your performance at work, you've grown more impatient than ever and whenever someone pokes you too much, you explode and storm out of there. You can barely focus anymore, but you're trying your best to maintain everything in control. It was painful to watch you go through this, benson, stabler, munch, tutuola and cragen. It didn't take long enough for them to figure out why you were acting this way. You're not even surprised anymore when you got called up in cragen's office by the end of the day.

“What's with you, detective.” he started off while you looked at the ground, feeling guilty for how you've been acting lately.

“I'm sorry..” your voice cracked, choosing not to answer his question. Apologizing instead, after all, it was your fault for letting your feelings consume you whole.

“Look kid, I understand that you might be going through something serious, but what's happening? It has to be something big that you're letting it get to you.” you couldn't answer him, it sounded too childish to admit why you acted this way.

“It won't happen again, sir.” you closed your eyes, feeling like you're getting scolded by your father for misbehaving.

“I'm not mad, if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to come to me. Take care of yourself kiddo. You're free to go.” you silently thanked him as you exited the room, bumping into someone.

“Oh I am so sorry—” you began, only to cut your sentence short when you realize it was alex, standing close to you. You cleared your throat, as stepped away. She didn't even spare a single glance at you as she entered cragen's office.

...

Alex wouldn't mind falling in love with you, if it didn't mean being in love with a girl.

You wouldn't mind falling in love with a girl, if it didn't mean falling in love with alex.

...

You visited Alex's office, alongside munch and tutuola to discuss something. You barely spoke a whisper, not even a sound came out of you, when asked, you would just nod or reply non verbally. The amount of times you caught alex's intense gaze at you, was more than you could count. Or at least her eyes never left yours the minute you stepped foot inside her office. When it was time to head out, you were the first one to leave but was stopped when munch told you to stay back. They'll just get something and will be back in at least 15 minutes, you were about to protest but they didn't give you a chance, they were already out. You stood in the corner, refusing to acknowledge Alex's presence. Her telephone rang, as she got up and approached to answer it.

“Alexandra Cabot” she answered, then her face lit up when she recognized the voice, belonging to her guy friend. It wasn't your intention to eavesdrop, but alex seemed excited talking to him. The sight alone was enough to pierce your heart, lucky for you, munch came back just in time to pick you up.

...

“You didn't tell me she was invited too.” you mumbled, gulping as you watched Alex from afar, talking to cragen about something. You scoffed when you heard elliot chuckle, having the urge to elbow his face for finding this amusing.

“Does that bother you?”

“You know damn well it does.” you murmured, drinking your cheap beer.

“Snappy.”

...

You were now left alone in the bar, while the others chatted in the corner. A guy approached you, while Alex watched from a distance. She overheard you refusing the man's offer to buy you a drink, standing up from your stool as you tried to wobble away from the man. You were evidently drunk, but the stranger was persistent. Before he could even grab you, someone already did, holding your waist protectively as they put themselves in between you and the man harassing you.

“Get out of my way, woman—” he tried to snatch you away when alex slapped his hand away and kept you close to her.

“I suggest you get out of my face before I put you behind bars.” alex calmly stated, holding you close as you rested your head on her neck, mumbling something incoherent.

“And who are you to tell me what to do, you little—”

“Her girlfriend, now if you may excuse me, don't ever come near her ever again.” she snapped at him before pulling you gently away from the bar, going straight to your colleagues as she offered to take you home.

You protested incoherently, you were talking nonsense at this point as you tried to identify who was this woman holding you close.

“Who are you?” hiccup.

“It's alex” she gently murmured against your ear as she led you out of that place.

“My alex or other alex?” she laughed at that, shaking her head as you addressed her as 'your alex'. Or is it her?

“Well how many alex do you know?” amused, she asked the younger detective.

“Only you” you shrugged.

“Let's get you home, detective.”

...

Fortunately, you were sober enough to inform her your address. Which led her to driving you to a dark and dirty alley, which looked very unsuitable for any woman to walk on, it was so dark that she doesn't know how you manage to go home safely in this alleyway. Once you arrived, alex saw a few gang members outside the building, as she immediately turned her car back around and drove to her house instead.

“Absolutely not.” alex muttered under her breath, there was no way in hell was she going to let you stay in your apartment knowing that those men were lurking outside the building, not to mention at an ungodly hour considering it was 1 am.

“Hey, this is not the way to my apartment.” you sulked, as alex rolled her eyes. Of course it wasn't, she was not going to let you step foot inside that building after what she saw.

“I know, we're heading back to my place.” good thing alex stayed sober.

“At least take me out to dinner first, miss cabot.” you scoffed, not noticing how alex blushed from your absentminded words. Still, she didn't comment on it.

...

You can't really recall what happened, but you somehow found yourself in Alex's guest bedroom, in her pajamas, wrapped under her blankets, inside her own home. You walked down the stairs, only to find alex with her hair up in an apron, cooking breakfast. She glanced up, her pair of blue eyes, staring directly at you as she smiled softly.

“Good morning, how do you feel?” she asked as she opened one of her cabinets and grabbed painkillers for you to drink, as you slowly approached her in the kitchen, sitting on one of the stools.

“Like I just got hit by a thousand bus.” you managed to croak out, good thing you brushed your teeth using the spare toothbrush she left for you upstairs. She chuckled at your antics, placing the painkillers in front of you, as well as a glass of water.

“That's what you get for drinking too much” alex said in amusement as she watched as you drank the pills, groaning at your headache. Plating your food, she sat next to you, turning your head to face her.

“Can you eat?” she asked, her voice gentle as she cupped your cheeks. You nodded, accepting the plate of food from her.

...

After eating, you're both silently looking at each other. The plates long forgotten on the table, her blue eyes scanning over your facial features, wondering how could someone be as angelic as the younger detective in front of her.

“Why do you hate me?” that question caught you off guard, your eyes widening. Her voice sounded weak and defeated, almost as if she was in pain, the thought alone, sent shivers down your spine.

“What? I don't hate you, alex. Who told you that?”

“No one did, it's just that..” she paused, then sighed. “Why are you avoiding me? Have I done something wrong?” she asked.

“No, you didn't do anything wrong.”

“Then why are you avoiding me? Why do you always run away from me? I can't understand you, one moment we're okay, and then the next second I get too close, you run away from me!” she snapped.

“Alex-”

“Why are you treating me like this?” her voice cracked, her eyes slowly becoming glassy.

You gulped, not knowing what to say. For as long as you can remember, you've always thought that alex couldn't care less if you ignored her, that it didn't hurt her one bit, but seeing her like this. It felt like a stab to your heart.

“That day at the restaurant, I saw you with a guy.” taking a deep breath, you paused. Then continued. “It broke my heart, alex. I saw the way he held your hands and how he made you laugh, I wanted it to be me.” you sniffled.

“I always thought I was out of your league” you let out a dry chuckle. “Is it selfish of me to admit that I'm jealous? Why couldn't it have been me? But then I figured, maybe you didn't like me that way so I distanced myself. Do you know how hard it was to watch your smile? Knowing that another man is making you happy, while I stepped back because I'm too much of a coward to admit that I have fallen for you. Can you believe it alex?” choking on a sob, you tried to contain your emotions as you wiped away your tears.

“I'm not a very religious person, but God, I dropped to my knees and prayed. I asked him why he was doing this to me and why does love come easy for other people, but when it comes to me, it felt like sin. I can feel my skin burning with every cry that I let out, this guilt is eating me inside and I don't know how to feel about it.”

“I like you, alex. No, I love you. And that's what hurts the most, because—” before she could finish her sentence, alex kissed her. Effectively shutting her up, her tears coming to abrupt, the kiss almost desperate as you closed your eyes and kissed back.

Pulling away felt like such a crime, but you had to eventually. Resting against each other's forehead as you both tried to catch your breath after kissing so intensely. Then alex chuckled, trapping you in her arms as she pressed a soft, tender kiss on your cheeks.

“Idiot, I love you more.”

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Late Night Submission ~Cabenson

Summary— Olivia and Alex celebrate a successful case with some drinks in Alex’s office. It leads to Olivia on her knees for the other woman…

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Warning: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, semi-public smut, eating out, swearing, praise, implied praise kink, light sub/dom relations, etc.

Enjoy (;

“I… shit… Liv—” Alex breathed out heavily, her body layer back in her seat as the brunette cop went to town in between her legs.

Alex’s hand was firmly planted in Olivia’s shirt locks, pushing her impossibly close to her sex. Olivia’s hands held Alex’s skirt scrunched up and her thighs wide open.

Neither one of the women had expected a late night celebratory drink after finishing a case to turn into this… Olivia kneeling in between Alex’s desk and chair, submissively eating out the other woman.

Alex groaned lightly again as Olivia latched her mouth around the woman’s clit, sucking hard. Alex pulled Olivia’s hair even harder, making Olivia moan into the blonde’s cunt.

“F-fuck Olivia I’m close… doing so good Oh god—!” Alex groaned, bring her lip to muffle her volume.

Olivia moans into Alex’s cunt, speeding up and encouraging the other woman to let go. Alex came crashing down her high moments later.

Her orgasms left her panting and a breathless mess. After Olivia had helped Alex effectively over her high, she pulled away and looked up at Alex.

Her eyes shone and sparkled with lust and obedience. And her face was splattered with Alex’s juices. She smiled up at the other woman.

Alex chuckled and pulled Olivia into her lap, kissing her. Olivia happily reciprocated with a happy little hum.

“Good girl…” Alex cooed into the kiss, making Olivia moan into her lips from the praise.

~~~

Alex Cabot Masterlist

Olivia Benson Masterlist

[cabotwife]

I have an idea for a reader and Olivia Benson if you’re happy to write it. 2am Olivia gets a frantic call from reader, she’s hyperventilating and her words are coherent. Olivia manages to get out of the reader that she’s home and rushes over. As the approaches her apartment she notices the front door ajar and inside is a complete mess. She hears reader sobbing in her room, and notices she’s naked and bruised and scratched. Reader confesses her ex forced her way in and attacked her. Reader begins to space out lost in her emotions of insecurity and worthlessness, she unknowingly advances on Olivia and ends up kissing her.

thank you for your request! i hope you enjoy 💗

Enter The Night

Olivia Benson x Fem!Reader (tho r isn't described with any pronouns)

warnings: implied assault/rape (up to interpretation), typical SVU themes, poorly written fluff, not proofread

word count: ~1314 (longest one on my page so far yippie!!)

a/n: i love writing for my svu girls! there's definitely not enough fics of any of them, and my requests are open for them all :)

Olivia is jolted away by the sound of her phone ringing. she rubs her eyes as she groans, looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand.

2:43 am.

she sighs as she grabs her phone, her eyes straining at the brightness as she turns it on. the call had already ended, but she decided to check to see if it was important or not.

she frowns when she notices you’ve called more than once. she quickly clicks the ‘call back’ button, pulling the phone up to her ear as she adjusts her position in her bed.

she has an unsettling feeling forming in her chest as the phone continues to ring. finally you pick up the phone.

“y/n?” Olivia’s voice crackles through the phone.

the glass from your shattered phone stabs through your hand as you grip it tightly, pressing it against your face. you breathe heavily, unable to form any words as you can feel yourself slipping out of consciousness.

“hello? y/n?” Olivia repeats your name, worry filling her at the sound of your labored breathing. “can you tell me where you are, honey?”

suddenly the line goes dead, a sharp ‘beep’ can be heard on both sides.

“y/n?” Olivia says panicked as she tears the phone from her ear, she quickly tries to call you again, pulling her phone away to stare at it when it goes straight to voicemail.

the brunette swiftly pulls herself from her bed, hurriedly putting shoes on and grabbing her keys as she attempts to call you again. she rushes out the door of her apartment, not even bothering to change from her sleepwear.

the entire car ride is full of dread and worry, she had a quick phone call with Fin while in the car. she needed to make sure that someone knew where she was going, in case something goes down or she needs back up.

she sloppily parks in front of your apartment building, quickly rushing out of the car and into the building. she practically runs up to your apartment.

Olivia can feel her heart drop into her stomach as she nears your door, noticing it’s open.

“y/n?” she calls, pushing the door open. “oh my god.” she stands in the doorway in a state of sudden shock, everything was destroyed. there were spilled flowers on the ground by the entrance, couch cushions thrown off the couch, picture frames and trinkets spread over the floor by the kitchen island.

she continues into your apartment, taking notice of the shattered glass and blood on the kitchen floor. she freezes again when she hears the sound of heavy breathing. the brunette walks slowly towards the sound.

“oh my god, y/n!” Olivia breathes as your barely conscious body comes into view.

you were laying on your kitchen floor, slouched over against the cabinets, your body cut and bruised, your shirt is missing and your pajama shorts are ripped.

Olivia rushes over to you, dropping onto her knees to cup your cheeks, “hey- hey open your eyes for me.” she says, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.

you open your eyes ever so slightly, attempting to focus on the brunette woman in front of you.

“’livia..” you mumble, your voice raspy and you're quickly thrown into a coughing fit, blood flying from your mouth.

Olivia takes a sharp intake of breath, “i’m going to get help, okay? you’ll be okay.” she mumbles, whipping her phone from her coat pocket, calling Fin to tell him she needs paramedics at your apartment. as she’s speaking on the phone she peels her coat off of herself, wrapping it around your body in an attempt to cover up your near bare body.

she sets her phone down as the call ends. “help is on the way.. can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?” Olivia whispers as she strokes your hair gently, glancing towards the window to see if she could see the lights of the ambulance approaching.

you look up at her with tear filled eyes, “she got me, ‘livia.. she got me.” you whisper, your voice cracking as the tears begin streaming down your cheeks.

Olivia didn’t need to ask to know who you were talking about, she knows it’s Max, your ex girlfriend. since the time she began getting close to you, she had always promised to protect you from your abusive ex girlfriend.

the brunette’s eyes search over your face, “we’ll get her.. okay? what did she do to you?” you drop your head back onto the cabinet, your eyes closing slowly, “hey- hey no, keep your eyes open, honey.”

you force your eyes open, trying, and failing, to focus on Olivia, “’m sleepy..” i mumble, my eyes drooping again.

“come on, y/n, stay awake for me..” her voice is panicked as she pats your cheek, you drift into unconsciousness.

Olivia stands up as she hears footsteps approaching, hearing the sound of the ambulance sirens outside of the building. the brunette rushes towards the ajar front door, stepping out to wave the paramedics into the apartment and showing them where you lay on the floor.

the next few hours are excruciating for Olivia, you had to get surgery in order to remove the shattered vase pieces from your back, and you’re now laying unconscious in your hospital bed.

Olivia is seated next to the head of the bed, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t fall back asleep, she needed you to be okay.

“liv?” you mumble, your voice hoarse for a number of reasons. your head is pressed against the bed as you squint your eyes over at the older woman sitting beside you.

your sudden voice causes her to jump slightly, her eyes shooting from the book she was reading to you. “y/n.” she breathes as she stands up, leaving the book on the chair as she leans over you.

you grin up at her, “hey, ‘livia.”

“hi,” she whispers, running her fingers through your bangs as she stares down at you. “how're you feeling?”

you hum, shrugging your shoulders but the movement makes you wince, “i dunno.. did you get her?” as soon as the brunette frowns you know, she's still out there.

the room goes silent all except for the buzz of the lights and the slow beeping of the heart monitor. 

“thank you.” it comes out as a whisper, but it confuses her nonetheless.

she scrunches her eyebrows in confusion as her eyes meet yours once more. “for what?”

it's silent for a moment before you respond, “for answering my call.. i suppose.” you gaze up at her.

a smile tugs at the brunette's lips, “i'll always answer when you call me.” she says gently “no matter the time, or the day, or how i feel..”

you giggle, “even if you hate me?” 

her smile falls, but only slightly, “oh, y/n.. i could never hate you.” she whispers, her hand cupping your cheek.

you can feel your cheeks heat up slightly, “oh.” you meet her eyes again before your gaze drops to her lips. slowly you lean in before eventually you're pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss.

once you realize what you’ve done you pull away, eyes wide. 

it’s silent.

your eyes begin filling with tears, “liv-” before you can say anything, Olivia leans in, kissing you. you quickly reciprocate the kiss. when you both pull away she is smiling at you, her eyes soft and her feelings towards you are evident in them.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a while..” she whispers, her thumb gently rubbing your cheek bone. 

“yeah?” you chuckle, the tears that were in your eyes had now run down your cheeks, being quickly rubbed away by the brunette.

“mhmm,” Olivia hums, a loving smile on her face as she holds the gentle eye contact with you.

[hocuspocusbabyy]

‘Never enough’ Part 1?- Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson.

“Young Alex and Olivia, the first time Alex left.”

Olivia sat on the edge of vanquish, her body bent across her knees, clutching upon the flesh of her thighs. The burning sensation of her nails grating into her skin, the only grounding factor.

The day had been relentless, every moment had felt as though she were grappling for breath.

Cragan had been insistent on the entire squad attending the benefit, all the different branches joining them, in celebration of the year ahead.

Olivia adored her team however the constant questions and what felt like childminding had left her mind with little space to spare. This followed by a bombardment of press at the door, constant poking and interaction with members of the general public and later what by Fin referred to as ‘Small gathering’, complete with the attendance of every eligible bachelor in the northern hemisphere. Olivia was well and truly spent.

She was glad to have booked a room at the hotel.

Cabot’s presence throughout the day had only plagued her more.

Alex was to leave for Africa in late February, duration unknown to work with Doctors Without Borders providing legal aid to those in need under Liz Donnelly’s guidance and coin. Apparently the philanthropic expeditions have been written directly in Alex's contract upon arrival at the SU almost three years ago.

Though it was less about her departure or the fact she couldn’t breathe in this fucking dress (Kathy) but rather…

How she had embodied the doting debutant, perfectly put together and oh so reliably plain in her encounters- her future employers had been glutinous with her attention. Few and far glances offered in the other woman’s direction.

It wasn’t merely the way one Ms Cabot walked, talked or played but rather a plethora of abundance. How she moved, calculated, buoyant yet undetermined with clumsy, ill timed head turns, missteps and discrepancies only Olivia would care to notice. Only watching with care would reveal such truths. The curve of her lip as she concentrates on her pen. How her voice lifts at the slightest hint of muddling, the panic that shifts within her. Dear in headlights, moths on flames and waves at shore would fall short in comparison to such a striking resemblance of humility. How anything more could reside within Olivia’s mind when Alex Cabot existed was far beyond even her.

The blonde had unfortunately, irrevocably made an impact on her in the back 900 or so days. Not that she was counting, not in that direction at least.

The faint thrum of the grandfather clock wreaked havoc upon her nerves. The pores of flesh subsided as her hairs stood on edge. Silently wagering, in the most agonisingly pathetic way that her thoughts and Alex’s were one in the same. Light footsteps approached the door, a tall shadow cast upon the ground dimming the mist of Olivia’s memory. Alex across the bar, in the garden, below the chandelier as variations and lighting masterful upon her flesh.

Olivia half hoped the other woman would just keep walking, to be spared of their audience for one evening. The other yearned to her, pandering to every motion as the brass door handle twisted beneath her touch.

What was the point in having paid for two rooms?

The hinge screeched as the lawyer’s form slowly grew, clouding the room, insisting error upon her judgment. Olivia’s head rose to greet her. Watching as the blonde worked to unhook the heavy strand of pearls from around her neck, stretching either side as they fell upon the entry table. Directly beside the perfume she had opted for this evening.

Alex turned towards Olivia .

The greeting expression is all the more disappointing, her usually hubristic posture replaced by one riddled with defeat. A tight-lipped grimace, and nod as she took a seat beside the brunette. Their thighs pressed together, arms brushing in the same familiar, repetitive fashion.

A tension looms across them, traditional and warm, the essence of themselves rolling together. The day's weight heavy upon the room as Alex reached to run her pale hands through the back of her hair - a nervous habit. Deft fingers tugging at short strands of gold that escaped her elaborate do.

“Turn around.” Olivia whispered after a moment, the blonde merely gazing over her shoulder as a brief moment of communication. The brunette's thumbs swiped across the span of her shoulders as she faced away. Nimble, talented digits gently pulling pins from the nest of creation. Swirling soft spools of hair between her fingers, scratching lightly at the other woman’s scalp - taking solace in the sight tilt of Alex’s head against her palm. Her cheek turned to kiss at the calloused flesh.

“We were careless today.” Alex says causticly a prolonged breath followed as Olivia’s free hand reached up to work against her scalp also. The blonde's stance visibly weakened at the attention. “Liz is growing suspicious, there are only so many excuses, I can’t keep pushing back my departure date.”

“I am aware; though it is hardly anything we haven’t gotten away with before.” Olivia whispers as Alex scoffs. Her hand reached to pull the other woman’s away, yet she did not move. Simply grasping the hands around her, settling them upon her clavicles and leaning back against the brunette.

“And if there is no resolution? If I am to stay we cannot be together, if I leave I am gone. How is that fair?” She replied, Olivia’s chin falling to rest against her shoulder. Their cheeks pressed flush together.

“Life’s often unfair, Ace.” Olivia shrugged, the numbing sensation of trepidation aged within her chest suddenly revived as she lent to kiss the blondes cheek. Her mouth moved gently against her flesh as they spoke.

“I knew this was a mistake.” Alex vows quietly, her hands stroking across the metatarsals that lay at her chest.

“What was a mistake?” Olivia asked her tone suddenly defensive, rigid her arms reaching to squeeze the other woman closer. Kissing at the shell of her ear.

“Allowing ourselves to corrupt one another.” The blonde says, clenching her jaw; the flesh bobbling as the brunette draws her nose across it.

“Corruption?” Olivia deadpanned, pulling back from the blonde. Line of hair still present upon her skin as Alex refused to back away, merely turning towards her. Shapely shoulder flat against the brunette's chest. Shallow breaths warm and soothing as they spoke.

“You cloud my judgement.” Alex whispers , her eyes focused upon the other woman as her hand rose to cup her face. “You taint my thoughts. This is all I’ve ever wanted, all I’ve ever worked for and now? How am I to leave when my every notion is in ode of you?”

Olivia fights the urge to roll her eyes, yet couldn’t help the welcoming feeling that set ground in her chest. She reached forward gently working to unclamp the blonde’s earrings.

“I cannot speak for you sweetheart, I can only translate what I am offered.”

Alex pouts lightly, her thumb brushing bruising paths across the underside of Olivia’s eye. As though raffling through a cabinet, unable to find exactly what she was looking for. Tears pooled along the blonde’s waterline, stunningly blue orbs suddenly stirred.

“I cannot continue to threaten my reputation like this, nor yours.” Her voice faltered, underlined with every syllable. A gross expression of displeasure set upon Olivia’s face.

A quaintness consumes them, unease flooding the room as Olivia escapes the blonde's attention. Standing to pace before the bed.

Alex’s head fell dejected, her breath dropping as though marbles upon sand, Shells at low tide, stuck and buried beneath the weight of the world.

Olivia reached back to tackle the ties of her gown, a sordid attempt to maintain any semblance of composure, lunging, clawing back to remove the garment. She would not share this moment of discomfort, if Alex wanted to leave her…had to leave her, she’d have to leave every ounce of her behind and Olivia had to prove it.

“You—“ Olivia gasped tugging harshly at a particularly stubborn area of lace, “You speak as though you never entertained us. As though you did not make excuses to see me at the precinct, you wash your hands of me, is that it?”Olivia avers heavily, sighing as she gave up on the clothing and simply perched her hand at her waist before laughing slightly. The other reached to press its palm against her sore eyes. “God how could I have been so stupid.”

Alex Shook her head reaching and hand towards the brunette, becoming her forward. Olivia begrudgingly reached out, turned at her command and faced away. Artisanal hands working their way across the corset till it fell away from the other woman’s chest. Simple and rehearsed - revised. It wasn’t till those same hands turned to run along the brunette's waist, pulling her hips back towards her knees. Olivia struggled to control her gasp at their spreading across the span of her exposed ribs. Lulling her into the false sense of entrapment she had so gladly fell for.

Olivia wanted nothing more than to be ensnared by her. Though her bones grew tired of shortcomings. Yet something in her knew whatever it was they felt towards one another, it was one and the same. No matter how it was enforced, communicated, regardless of the outcome. Alex andOlivia shared a thread from the cloth of existence.

The blonde's head fell, pressed into her back.

The gentle tweak of her nipple, forcing Olivia to step away. As though a flower opening. The blush coursed over her chest. Alex Whispered “A part of me is to always be tainted by you.”

“The feeling is mutual” Olivia says flippantly, her voice louder and miles more incensed as Alex rose to reach her. Pulling the other woman flush to her chest, the ruffled material scratching against her exposed skin. Her hands encapsulating, clutching at the brunette.

“What are you thinking?” The blonde whispered her nails scraping at the alpine of Olivia’s collar bone. Thumb dipping into the junction of her throat, pressing gently as her palm spread to grasp her neck. Pushing her head back against her own.

“What a shame expiration is.” Olivia gasped at the feeling, Alex’s teeth flat against her jaw. “How easily life is left unlived”

“Some things last.”

“This is volatile.” Olivia stated, turning within the blonde's arms, raising her own to hold her as she whispered, holding her cheek, shaking fingers brushing across her lips. “My only hope for you is that you did not live to regret this Ace. I would despise that to happen.” The brunette faulted, her eyes wet as she looked up at the other woman, a path within her so achingly forward as she urged to pressed her lips together. Alex’s knees weakened at her words, resolve disatered at the benign tone. Nobody had ever cared to be as clement with her, demure and forbearing. “If you are to leave, then leave, so I may start my mourning.”

The frown Alex wears resembles that of an apology, tears stifled as she pressed her forehead against the brunettes. “I fear that I am in love with you.” She admits slowly. Their breaths conjoined and telling upon one another - uneasy and amicable.

“What a burden.” Olivia says with a short laugh, closing her eyes and huffing at the sheer impiety of those words.

“Never.” Alex deadpanned, an iced look gracing her features as to prove a point as her lips pressed up against the other woman’s. Seeking passage to the grave on which they both stood. “Knowing is all the more frightful, I have escaped this long enough.” Alex begged her tongue soothing ballads upon Olivia’s lips.

“I have known of you since the very moment of existence Alex, you have never been lost upon me. There is no question in how I feel about you, yet you continue to examine me. Where is the fondness in that?” The brunette barked her teeth suddenly planted upon the other woman’s delicate flesh - tugging her lip between her own. “I will not ask you to stay, that is not my right. I wouldn’t hold you back in such a way.”

“You hold the part of me which can express such things, it is a sickness I do not wish to be returned. Take these moments and store them for me, I cannot carry them as I go.” Alex cried out the coppery flavour welcomed and grounding as they spoke.

“You cannot ask me of such things, decorate me as a house to which you never lived? That you will never return to? What home is that?” The tears ran across the span of the brunette's cheek, trickling down her neck till the blonde bent to follow them. Lapping at the heated flesh of a love she could never truly claim.

“The only one we could afford.” Alex whispered upon her veins, the thrum of her pulse against her tongue the only signs of life she cared for. They knew it wouldn’t last when they started, that one would eventually leave, walk away. Though knowing is not as comforting as one would think, as comes the finish line.

“There are no sorrows left, the walls are painted with them.”

“Then pull up the floorboards and let the light sink in.”

“It will be awfully cold without you.”

“Summer will come, as every season does - I cannot think of a moment in time that has not agreed with you.”

“Except for tonight?”

“Except for tomorrow.” Alex corrected walking backwards until the pair fell upon the bed. Clinging to one another in the same way flames still lingered upon charcoal.

“I will surely rot without you.” Olivia whispered, her half dressed body curled into every inch of the other woman’s existence.

“I do not believe you have the ability to decay my love. All that is good of me rests within you.”

“Alexandra I love you.” The brunette whispered her face pressed against the other woman’s neck as they simply lay together. Alex’s hand drawing upon her bare back, all the mantras that would not… could not be said. They bathed within the sacrilege, unsure of what the morning would bring.

“Baby, it is not enough.”

[caseynovaksecretgf]

Sporty gf Nerdy gf

[calex-in-subtext]

Olivia: Im obsessed with your top, alex.

*Alex pulling casey to her side protectively*

Alex: She has a name you know!