#Alex cabot x reader

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BID FOR MY HEART ➫ alex cabot

pairing: alex cabot x sassy bimbo!fem!reader

synopsis: you’ve always known how to get under alex’s skin, but when you’re auctioned off as a prize for a charity event, you know exactly how to make her crack. with your playful teasing and audacious confidence, you make sure she’s the one who bids the highest to take you on a date. whether she wants to or not.

warnings: power imbalance, reader is an abosolute menace to alex, pre-relationship - alex constantly prentending she's not into you

word count: 1.9k

MASTERLIST

You don’t technically know how you ended up as a prize in the office charity auction, but you have a pretty good idea. There was something about “a good cause” and “last-minute addition” and “you were in the break room getting a latte, so we wrote your name down.” That last part came from Mia in HR, who tried to look apologetic but mostly looked smug.

You thought she was joking. She wasn’t. And now, you’re standing on a stage under a chandelier so big and gaudy it looks like it belongs in a billionaire’s bathroom, blinking against the bright lights as a room full of colleagues and rich donors bid on the privilege of taking you out.

At least you look good while being objectified for charity.

You went all out tonight, partly because it’s fun and partly because if you were going to be auctioned off like some executive arm candy, you might as well make it expensive. Your dress is pink and satiny, hugging every curve, with a neckline that makes people a little stupid when they try to maintain eye contact. It’s short, the kind of short that’s almost inappropriate but gets excused because it’s for an event, and you’re balancing on a pair of strappy heels that make your legs look a mile long.

Your hair is styled just so, big and bouncy, your lips glossy and pink, lashes long enough to fan yourself if you blink fast enough. Jewelry sparkles at your wrists and throat, catching the light every time you move, which is intentional, because you’re making a show of it. You don’t just stand there like some meek little prize; you play it up.

You shift your weight just enough to make your dress ride higher. You drag a finger down your collarbone when a bid goes up. You blow kisses to the bold ones, pout when the numbers slow, sigh like you’re bored when someone lowballs you. And it works.

Bidding starts at five hundred dollars, and for a second, you think Wow, insulting, before a few hands shoot up, and the price jumps in rapid succession. A thousand. Two. Someone calls out three. You lean into the microphone, voice as sweet as sugar. “Come on, gentlemen, you can do better than that.” Another thousand, then another. The energy in the room shifts, buzzing, and you can feel eyes on you, the way people are watching closer now, the way some of them are re-evaluating how much they’re willing to spend. The thought sends a thrill up your spine.

Seven thousand.

Eight.

You let your gaze sweep the room, feigning disinterest but making sure to hold eye contact with the right people. The men who are already halfway in love with the idea of you. The ones who think they’re about to win something.

Nine.

Ten.

Then a voice from the back. “Fifteen thousand.”

It doesn’t come with the same eager excitement as the others. No, this one is calm. Steady. Just a little irritated. And you recognize it instantly.

Your stomach does something ridiculous.

Because of course it’s Alex.

Your boss sits at a VIP table near the back, all effortless authority in her perfectly tailored black suit, legs crossed, wrist draped over the arm of her chair like she barely had to lift a finger to outbid everyone. The crowd reacts instantly, murmurs spreading, heads turning, but she doesn’t acknowledge them. Doesn’t even acknowledge you, not really. Just keeps her expression unreadable, gaze locked on the auctioneer like she didn’t just drop fifteen grand to win you.

The auctioneer hesitates. “Fifteen thousand, going once—”

You tilt your head, lips curving. “Didn’t know I was worth that much, boss.”

Alex’s gaze flicks to yours. Flat. Unamused. “You’re not.”

Ouch. And yet.

The gavel slams down. Applause erupts. You barely register it, too focused on the way Alex is already standing, already straightening her sleeves like this was just another Thursday night expense, like she’s about to leave before anyone asks questions.

You step off the stage as fast as your heels allow, catching up to her in long, deliberate strides. “You know,” you hum, trailing just a little behind her, just close enough that your perfume probably reaches her every time you move, “if you wanted to take me out, you could’ve asked. No need to throw your entire bonus at the problem.”

Alex exhales sharply through her nose. Doesn’t look at you. “That wasn’t—” She stops abruptly, turning to face you, and god, you love when she looks at you like this. Like she’s on the edge of snapping but holding it together through sheer force of will. Her voice drops lower, firm, unreadable. “You were about to let some finance creep buy you for a night.”

You blink. Then grin. “Ohhh. So this was a rescue mission?”

Her jaw tightens.

You step a little closer, just enough to watch the way she tenses, the way her gaze flickers - not down, not quite, but close. Almost.

“And yet,” you murmur, tilting your chin up, letting your voice go all soft and sweet, “you still bought me.”

Silence stretches between you, electric and charged, the sounds of the ballroom fading to background noise. Alex could say something. Could brush you off, could roll her eyes, could remind you that this was about principle but she doesn’t. Just stands there, muscles tight, gaze sharp, like she’s waiting.

So you wait too.

You wait, watching her, watching the way her jaw flexes just slightly, the way she still hasn’t stepped back. Her suit is crisp, her expression unreadable, but you know her. Know the way tension coils in her shoulders when she’s holding something in. Know the way her fingers curl at her sides like she’s thinking very, very hard about what she wants to say next.

So, naturally, you decide to push.

You sigh dramatically, shifting your weight so that your dress rides a little higher, brushing against your thighs. “You know, I really should’ve expected this.”

Alex blinks. “Expected what?”

You lean in, like you’re about to tell her a secret. “That you’d be possessive.”

Her jaw definitely clenches at that, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning too wide.

“I mean, really,” you continue, all innocent, all syrupy-sweet, “you could’ve just let someone else win. But no, you had to stake your claim. Had to make sure no one else got a turn.” You sigh again, exaggerated, placing a hand on your hip. “And here I thought you weren’t the jealous type.”

Alex’s eyes darken. “That’s not—”

“Shh, it’s okay,” you interrupt, patting her arm in mock sympathy, letting your fingers linger just a little longer than necessary. “I’m flattered, really. Fifteen grand just to take me on a date? That’s commitment.”

“I am not taking you on a date.”

That makes you pout. “So what, you’re just going to let all that money go to waste? Poor orphan puppies could’ve been fed with that.”

Alex exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose, which, if you had to guess, is probably a silent prayer for patience. “It’s not a date. I wasn’t going to let some—” She stops, exhales sharply, tries again. “It’s not a date.”

You tilt your head, all faux curiosity. “Oh?”

Alex looks at you like she already regrets engaging.

You take another slow step forward, letting your fingers trail along her sleeve this time, light as a whisper. “So when is our date, then?”

“It’s not—”

“Oh, don’t be shy, boss,” you tease, tilting your chin up, letting your lashes flutter just so. “You did win me, after all. That comes with responsibilities. Like fine dining. Maybe a little dancing.” Your lips curve, and you lower your voice, just enough to watch the way her throat bobs. “Maybe even dessert.”

Something in her expression flickers. Just for a second.

Gotcha.

Alex exhales through her nose, straightening. “Go home.”

You laugh, stepping back just enough to let her think she’s won. “Fine, fine.” You start to turn, then pause, glancing over your shoulder with a knowing little smile. “But you do owe me a date, you know. I’ll be expecting details soon.”

Alex doesn’t respond. Just fixes you with a flat, unreadable stare.

But she doesn’t say no.

And that is the most fun part of all.

The next morning, you make sure to get into the office just a little earlier than usual. Early enough that Alex hasn’t fully armed herself for the day yet. She’s already at her desk, of course, because she’s incapable of not being the first one in, but she hasn’t had time to construct the full force field of professionalism that usually keeps you at bay.

Which is exactly why you lean against the doorframe, coffee in one hand, smirk in place.

“So,” you begin, all casual, like you’re discussing something as mundane as the weather. “I checked my schedule, and I’m wide open for our date. Thought we could start locking in details.”

Alex doesn’t even look up from her laptop. “It’s not a date.”

You hum thoughtfully, stepping further into her office, your heels clicking against the floor, slow, deliberate. “Well, it should be. You did pay for me, after all.” You tilt your head, watching her reaction carefully. “Aren’t you worried people will talk?”

That gets her attention. Her fingers still on the keyboard, her gaze flicking up to meet yours, sharp and assessing. “Talk about what?”

You shrug, taking another sip of your coffee. “Oh, you know. How our ultra-professional, highly disciplined, not at all interested in me boss couldn’t bear the thought of someone else taking me out. How she dropped a frankly obscene amount of money just to make sure no one else could.” You tap a finger against your chin, faux thoughtful. “I mean, the optics are fascinating, aren’t they?”

Alex exhales slowly, and you can see her deciding whether or not it’s worth the effort to engage.

You decide to help her along.

You round her desk, just close enough to perch on the edge, crossing your legs in a way that makes your skirt ride up just enough to be noticeable. “You know,” you say, conversationally, “we could always make it a date.”

Alex closes her laptop with a decisive click. “We could also not.”

“Oh, come on.” You lean in a little, grinning. “You like spending time with me. Admit it.”

Alex gives you a look so deadpan it should be lethal. “I like having a functioning workplace.”

You gasp, hand over your heart. “And yet you’re the one who threw fifteen grand at a charity auction just to keep me to yourself. Seems a little counterproductive if you ask me.”

Alex’s jaw tightens. Her hand flexes slightly against the desk, like she’s resisting the urge to reach for something. Maybe a pen to throw at you.

You press on, because you’re feeling bold. “So? Dinner? Drinks? A scenic walk under the moonlight where you finally admit you think I’m adorable?”

Her eyes narrow. “Get out of my office.”

You laugh, slipping off the desk and making a show of smoothing down your skirt. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you to pretend you don’t want to take me out.” You take a few steps toward the door before pausing, turning just enough to catch her gaze. “But don’t think I won’t keep asking. You did win me, Alex. And I always deliver on a prize.”

You swear you see the faintest twitch at the corner of her lips before she schools her expression back into neutrality.

You’re going to get your date.

You just have to push her a little more.

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"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.

!!

[iamnotoriginalphil]

A Pretty Present (Alex Cabot x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You have a plan to help Alex relax during a particularly tough case.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Praise kink, spanking, fingering (R receiving), strap (R receiving), mirror sex, orgasm control, Dom!Alex, sub!R, swearing

Adjusting the tie on your short silk robe, you checked the clock. Alex had called when she’d left the office, letting you know she’d be home late. This case had taken its toll on her, weighing heavy on her shoulders and her mind.

You’d seen her fight before, fierce and meticulous. This time, it wasn’t the sure thing she’d been hoping for. You were certain she could do it, your belief in her infinite. Still, she’d been so focused, so locked in, so tense, you wanted to do your best to help her.

She’d be home soon, right in time for her surprise.

You sunk down onto the couch, kicking your feet up as you sprawled there. The silk of your robe was soft against your skin, like water as it shifted over your body. You’d spent so much time picking out your little surprise for her. So many moments considering which she would prefer, which would make her the happiest, which would please her. You hoped, when she saw what you’d gotten for her, she would allow herself to relax, just a little.

Or, at least, use you to help relax.

The sound of keys in the lock had you standing again, anticipation building within you. The door opened, the blonde haired beauty you’d been waiting on finally appearing. She eased her heels off, the groan soft on her parted lips. Blue eyes slid up as a hand ran through her hair, freezing when she saw you there.

“Welcome home, honey,” you said.

Her eyes swept over your body, lingering where your robe was gaping open.

“I thought you’d already be in bed,” she said, the slow drag of her eyes setting you alight.

“And miss welcoming you home after a long day?” You took one swaying step towards her, “never.”

“It has been a very long day,” she said.

Her hands slid over your hip, her warmth seeping through to your skin. Your arms curled around her neck, pushing up onto your toes to give her a lingering kiss. She hummed into your mouth, her grip tightening on you.

You dropped back onto your feet, your fingertips trailing over the skin of her neck. Blue eyes burned as she gazed down at you.

“You didn’t have to stay up just for a kiss goodnight,” she said.

“No, but I had to stay up to show you something,” you replied.

When she rose a single eyebrow, you stepped back, your hands going to the tie on your robe. You could practically see the thoughts going through her head.

“Do you want to see?” you asked.

“Show me, sweetheart,” she said.

You stepped away, out of her reach, knowing it would annoy her just enough to keep her watching. The fingers toying with the tie to your robe were slow to pull. The knot loosened, robe parting, exposing your body to her. Her sharp inhale of breath was gratifying. Silk slipped off your shoulders, pooling around your feet.

Her gaze raked over you, greedy and hungry, taking in your lingerie clad body. The soft blue set you’d bought that afternoon hugged your body. Lace encased your body, showcasing your curves in a way you knew Alex would find irresistible. You wanted to be pretty for her. The way her eyes darkened as she gazed at you let you knew you’d succeeded.

“When did you get these?” she asked.

Her finger traced along the waistband of the thong, brushing over your skin in way that had you shivering. Your back arched, giving her a better view.

“Today. I thought you might need something to take your mind off the case,” you said.

Her hands spun you, slow enough to take in every inch of you. Stroking down your spine, her hand squeezed the globe of your ass before you returned back to facing her.

“You did all this for me?” she asked.

You nodded, teeth sinking into your lower lip. She stepped back, looking over you again.

“You’re such a good girl,” she murmured.

Her hand curled around the back of your neck, dragging you in. Her lips were insistent against you, kissing you deeply. You whimpered, pressing closer. As her hand slid down your body, grasping your ass, her tongue slipped into your mouth. Your own arms wound around her body, feeling how warm she was against you.

When she lifted, you wrapped your legs around her waist, letting her hold you up. There was no catching your breath, only kissing her deeper and longer. She dropped you, right onto your mattress. You bounced, looking up at her, tossing your hair out of your face. Leaning back on your elbows, you stretched your body out, positioning yourself in a way you hoped would tempt her between your legs.

You were already throbbing with need.

“Look at you. So pretty and all for me,” she said, gazing down on you.

Her hands stroke down your sides before she snapped the waistband of your underwear against your skin.

“You want to help me feel better after a frustrating week?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” you replied, nodding your head.

“Then get on all fours.”

You shivered, loving when she used that tone of voice with you. You scrambled into position as she moved around the bed, slipping out of your view. Glancing over your shoulder, you watched her unbutton her blouse, swathes of skin exposed inch by inch.

“Eyes forward,” she said without even looking at you.

You turned back around, listening hard to what she was doing behind you. If you glanced in the mirror, you could see her, so beautiful, making you tremble as you waited. The bed dipped behind you, a hand stroking along the line of your spine.

“You going to be good for me, sweetheart?” she asked, voice low as she began to massage your ass. You moaned, pressing back into her touch.

Her hand landed against your ass, the sharp sting only making the throbbing worse between your legs.

“Well?” she asked, massaging the sting from your skin.

“Yes,” you hissed.

“Prove it.”

She lent forward, breath ghosting over the skin of your neck. Her arm curled around your body, hand grasping your breast roughly. Her lips littered your shoulder with kisses as she groped at you. Your hips pressed back against her, groaning when you felt the silicone between her legs. Her palm came down on your ass again.

“You look so pretty with my handprint on you,” she hummed.

“Thank you,” you whimpered.

“And when you were trying this little number on, were you thinking about how I’d fuck you in it?” she asked.

“Yes,” you said.

“And what were you hoping I’d do?” she asked, hand slipping under the cup of your bra.

“Anything,” you moaned.

Her fingers were rough as they pinched at your nipple, rolling it until you moaned her name. Her lips pressed to the skin between your shoulder blades, trailing down as she played with your tit. Your hips kept rocking back against her, wordlessly asking for more. It wasn’t until her hand grasped your hip, holding you still, that you stopped.

“Be good,” she said again.

You whimpered but stilled, freezing as her hands continued to fondle you. When you glanced up into the mirror, you watched the way she touched you. On her knees behind you, her soft touches, coupled with her darkened gaze, made you press back. The harness of the strap, black leather stark against her pale skin, drew your eye. She looked so good all you wanted to do was sink down onto her cock.

The hand on your hip slipped around your body, pushing down the front of your panties. She chuckled, feeling how wet you already were, lips pressed against your shoulder. Her finger was slow as it dragged through your folds, finding your clit with an accuracy that had your legs trembling.

“You’ve been imagining this moment all day, haven’t you,” she hummed.

“Yes,” you hissed, “Alex, please.”

“Oh no, princess. I’m going to be enjoying my present. After all, you wrapped it so prettily for me” she said.

Her finger pressed to your entrance. You fell silence, holding still, strung tight in the hope that she would give you more. You needed more. She was driving you crazy.

She pressed in, drawing out a long moan from you. The hand on your breast was still tugging on your nipple, rough enough to make your head spin. A few shallow strokes was enough to draw out a moan from you, her name the sweetest word on your lips. When her palm brushed against your clit, your hips jolted forward, chasing it. Her thrusts stilled.

“Be good,” she said again, harsher, more commanding.

Her hand completely retreated from your pussy, leaving you panting, but doing your best to follow orders. Deft fingers pushed your panties to the side. The tip of her strap dragged through your wetness, collecting it. Her teeth bit down on your shoulder as she bowed over you, covering your body with hers.

Lips closed over your earlobe, heat coating your skin. You trembled, locking your elbows to keep upright as fire licked through your veins. She held you there, in that moment, waiting for more as the tip of her strap found your entrance.

“Do you want my cock, princess?” she asked.

“Yes,” you replied.

“Say please.”

“Please.”

“That’s my good girl.”

She was slow to push into you, listening to your little whimpers. It felt so good, being filled by her. Catching your eye in the mirror, her grip tightened on your hips, dragging her strap out again. You couldn’t look away as she fucked you slowly, drawing out every stroke of her cock.

You watched her fuck you, still dressed in your pretty lingerie, her cock sinking into you with each thrust. You moaned, the sight of her enough to drive you wild. Pressing your hips back with every thrust, you watched her eyes darken. You didn’t care about being a needy little thing. The things she did to you were unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. You’d never wanted someone as desperately as you wanted her.

She brought out a side of you that you hadn’t known existed.

“You’re not going to come until I tell you, are you princess?” she asked.

“No,” you moaned.

“Even if you really want to?” Her hips slammed into you.

“No.”

“Good, because this is my reward for getting through a long day and I intend to enjoy it,” she said.

As she held your eye, she drove her cock into you. Without warning, the slow strokes were gone, roughly thrusting into you. You groaned, trying to meet her thrust for thrust. Her hips snapped against yours.

With a groan, your elbows gave out, sending your face into the mattress. With the new angle, she hit deeper within you. Your fingers clutched at the sheets, moans muffled. Her fingers were digging into your hips as she slammed into you, every stroke hard and rough. You whimpered, pressing back against her, holding on.

The building pleasure was growing overwhelming. Every stroke, every thrust, was hitting that place within you only she’d ever been able to find with accuracy. She was pounding into you, forcing you to feel every inch of pleasure she could give you.

When her hand slipped around your body, fingers finding your clit, you felt tears prick at your eyes. Glancing into the mirror again, your hair in your face, you could see her lips curling into a smile, watching you tremble from how hard you were holding on. She loved torturing you, revelling in the way she could control your body with a tough voice and a sharp look.

She was refusing to go easy on you.

The coil kept tightening and tightening, threatening to tip you over the edge. You sobbed her name, a plea on your lips to let you come. She didn’t.

Your fingers were gripping the sheets hard enough to ache. Her grip was bruising as her hips snapped against yours. She was using you in the exact way you had wanted her to, and you were a mess. You could spend the rest of your life letting her use you like this.

“Go on, princess. Come on my cock,” she said.

You moaned your thanks as your walls clamped down on her strap. It swept you away, carrying you on a cloud of pleasure.

Only then her fingers were still rubbing tight circles over your clit and she was still roughly fucking you into the mattress. You whimpered, the feeling too much.

“Alex,” you groaned.

“Oh no, we’re done when I say we’re done,” she said.

The pleasure built again, faster than you were expecting. You tipped over the edge, crying out her name. She slowed until she was still within you, holding you in place, still on her cock.

“Look at how pretty you are,” she murmured, leaning over you.

You lifted your head, looking in the mirror. With her covering your body, a tear sliding down your cheek, hair a mess, you looked perfectly fucked out. Her lips were pressing to your shoulder, soft and sweet as you watched, doing your best to catch your breath. When her eyes met yours in the mirror, you could see how pleased she was with you.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” she said, lips still brushing your skin.

You whimpered as she pulled out of you, leaving you empty. The hand still on your hip guided you down, letting you relax against the pile of pillows you’d placed there that morning. You watched from under hooded eyes as she slipped the harness off, tossing it aside, not even bothering to clean up.

Blue eye swept over your body again, still clad in the lingerie you’d bought for her. You held a hand out to her, wanting to feel her warmth against you. She crawled towards you, gloriously naked, and so beautiful.

“You always know how to spoil me,” she said.

Your arms curled around her, your hands stroking over her bare skin. She lent down, kissing you softly, the kind that had you melting.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” you murmured against her lips.

“Just a few more months,” she said.

You curled against her side as she settled on the bed. Her fingers were slow as they stroked over the skin of your back. With your head on her chest, you could listen to her heartbeat, slowing your breath to be in time with hers.

“Feeling better?” you asked after a long silence.

“Much,” she said.

“Good.” You sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, knowing they’d feel like jelly when you stood up, “because I need a shower.”

Pausing in the doorway, you looked over your shoulder at her. Her eyes were on you, still dark, openly admiring you.

“Are you joining me or what?” you asked.

She didn’t need to be asked twice.

[storiesofsvu]

The View

Alex Cabot x reader Warnings: language, minor teasing, smut eluded to. This was requested, i think on anon, I'm sure it isn't exactly what you wanted/expected but it's what came from the prompt lol. There will be no part two. A little bit over a drabble

Alex awoke to the sound of the shower dial squeaking, the water rushing from the showerhead slowing from a roar to a slow drip before she heard the curtain rings clanking against the rod. She rolled over to face the bathroom, avoiding the ray of sun streaming directly across her eyeline as she stretched out her body with a soft hum. Her legs shifted under the blankets, high count sheets silky against her naked skin, body slowly awakening to the delicious soreness thanks to the previous nights activities. She glanced at the clock, nearly surprised that you hadn’t decided to wake her to join you in the shower, it was later than she normally slept so she guessed she must have needed the sleep.

The curtain fluttered in the morning breeze, a gust of warm air flowing through the room and Alex couldn’t help the corners of her mouth curving up as it brushed against her bare back and she hugged your pillow tighter, rolling onto her stomach. The scent of your perfume drifted into her senses and her eyes fell shut at the memories she associated with the smell. From the other side of the wall she could hear you quietly humming to yourself, a few words slipping out of your lips every so often and she could picture you swaying your hips to the tune as you worked through your skincare routine. Alex felt the gust of warmth, the humidity of the steam bursting through the room when you opened the door to the bathroom, exiting wrapped only in a towel. Her eyes cracked open just a tad to see you, a spark firing through her body as her eyes traced over yours.

Your towel left little to the imagination, barely long enough to cover your ass, the sides creeping open every time you took a step to expose your thigh. Your hair was pulled up off your face, an attempt to keep it dry while you showered, but she could still see a few strands that had managed to escape, dangling in front of your ears, and the baby hairs at the back of your neck, plastered to your damp skin. More than that she could see a few water droplets trailing down your neck, dripping across your collarbone and her lips formed a smirk as two of them collected on the purple mark in that exact spot she’d left the previous night. You were completely oblivious to her peeping as you crossed through the room, pulling open your dresser to flit through bra and underwear choices for the day, still humming the same tune from earlier. She couldn’t quite see what set you chose from the drawer before you slid it shut, rubbing the towel a little more firmly across your skin before you let it drop, tossing it in the direction of the hamper.

Alex’s eyes roamed over your body, her tongue darting out to wet her lips at both memories of the past and the desire building within her, ideas beginning to spark through her brain of what she wanted to do to you. She admired the curve of your ass as you bent over to step into your panties and this time when a breeze came through the window she couldn’t help but shiver, letting out a small noise. She caught your attention and you turned to face her as you pulled the pale blue lace into place, letting the thong snap against your skin before placing your hands on your hips.

“Can I help you counsellor?” You asked with a smirk on your lips while you watched her gaze settle on your bare chest, pupils dilating as she shifted under the sheets.

“Oh don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying the view.” She replied with her own devilish grin and you chuckled softly.

“Well…” you made a point of doing a slow full turn, letting her take in every inch of your exposed skin, “wish I could say I would put on a show for you, but that usually involves taking off my clothes.”

“Believe me, this is just as good.” Alex’s cheeks tinged pink at the admission and she patted down the duvet to make sure she could see you properly, the grin still on your lips as you picked up the bra.

You slid it up your arms, expertly putting it on, giving Alex an extra little shimmy for your tits to settle in the cups, pushed up a little higher than normal. Your hands raised to your hair, removing the clip and letting it cascade over your shoulders as you shook it out, doing another slow turn for your girlfriend. The corner of your lips curved up at the happy hum she made, the noise almost turning into a growl as you turned to face her again, this time prowling toward the bed.

“Did you know that’s my favourite set of yours?” She asked, pushing herself up to sitting on the bed, letting the duvet fall from her body, no doubt in an attempt to distract you.

“I do now.” You smiled softly, dropping onto the bed to straddle her lap, your hands coming to cup her cheeks.

“And now….” Her fingers ghosted up your sides, beginning to toy with the clasp, “you’re going to let me take it off of you, right?”

Leaning in, your lips brushed against hers before you laughed softly, “absolutely not.”

“Tease.” She murmured back, surging forward for another kiss.

“We’re meeting Liz for lunch in an hour and you still need to shower.” Your lips pressed a kiss just below her ear, “but in the time being you can keep thinking about all the naughty things you want to do to me and how badly you want to rip this lingerie off my body.” You nipped at her earlobe and she groaned.

“Now you’re just being unfair.”

“You’re the one who kept us up too late last night when you knew we had semi early plans.”

“So I have to schedule our morning sex in now?” She asked with a grin, her blue eyes gazing up at you and you laughed, shifting off her lap to stand but not before cupping her chin and kissing her once more.

“I suppose so.” You sauntered back toward the wardrobe, “now are you going to waste more time watching me get dressed or are you going to jump in the shower and make sure we aren’t late?”

Alex dramatically threw herself back onto the bed with a groan before rolling to the edge of it, “I’ll get in the shower… we can’t leave Liz waiting after all.”

She let out a playful shriek when your arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush to you and you peppered her bare shoulders and neck with kisses, “I’ll make it up to you tonight, promise.”

“Oh I know you will.” With one last grin, her eyes twinkling with a sense of adoration and maybe even more naughtiness, she finally disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you to get fully dressed, continuing to dance along to the melody in your head.

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she's in control (alex cabot)

PAIRING: alex cabot & fem reader DESCRIPTION: you were meant to be focusing on the team's meeting but alex made sure you were only focused on her CAUTION: semi-public sex, spanking, oral, fingering, slight degradation, power dynamics; dominance and submissive, vibrating painties, reader recieving, aftercare! WORD COUNT: 3.2k AUTHOR'S NOTE: i haven't proof read this, let me know if it doesn't flow or there are any mistakes! x

The precinct was heavy with the weight of the case, the fluorescent lights casting a clinical glow over the room. Every face around the table was grim, brows furrowed in concentration as they pored over evidence, their minds sharpened by urgency. The air smelled of stale coffee and exhaustion, a familiar scent that usually kept you grounded in moments like this.

But right now, no amount of familiarity could anchor you.

Because beneath the sturdy conference table, hidden from every detective, sergeant, and assistant district attorney in the room, a secret war was waging inside you.

Your panties were vibrating.

It was subtle at first, a faint hum that barely registered over the murmur of conversation. But your body noticed immediately. Heat prickled over your skin, and your breath stilled in your chest as the sensation bloomed between your thighs. Your grip on your pen tightened, knuckles white as you forced yourself to keep still.

Across the room, Alex Cabot sat poised, the very picture of composure. Blonde hair pulled back into a perfect bun, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, she exuded nothing but professionalism. To anyone else, she was absorbed in the case file before her, flipping through the pages with steady, meticulous hands.

But you knew better.

You knew that the phone in her hand wasn’t just for checking emails or reviewing legal documents. You knew that with the slightest flick of her finger, she could send another pulse of pleasure through you, controlling you from across the room.

Your panties. Her rules.

Your stomach clenched, desire curling low in your abdomen as the vibration intensified, still gentle, just enough to make you aware of it, to make you ache.

You swallowed hard. Focus. Stay calm.

A grainy surveillance photo of a dark alleyway stared up at you from the file, but you couldn’t process a single detail. You were hyper-aware of every sensation - the soft throb between your legs, the way your skin flushed with warmth, the way your thighs clenched together in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache Alex was so cruelly stoking.

And then nothing.

The vibration stopped.

Your breath left you in a quiet, controlled exhale. Relief and frustration warred inside you as you forced yourself to steady your hands. Maybe she was done. Maybe she’d had her fun.

Then a new wave hit.

Stronger. Fucking hell babe.

Your body jolted. Just a tiny movement, but enough.

"Something wrong?" Fin’s voice broke through the haze clouding your mind. His dark eyes flicked toward you, brow raised.

Oh shit.

You forced yourself to blink, to shake off the heat creeping up your neck. "No. Just thinking."

You swore you could feel Alex’s eyes on you, but when you dared a glance in her direction, she was the very picture of professionalism. The only giveaway was the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, almost imperceptible.

She was enjoying this. Savoring every second.

And you were completely at her mercy.

The vibrations stopped again. Your body ached at the sudden loss, but you couldn’t allow yourself to react. Not here. Not in a room full of detectives trained to notice the slightest shift in body language.

A beat passed. Then another.

You allowed yourself to relax, just a little.

And then Alex turned the dial higher. Shitshitshit.

Your breath hitched, and a sharp pulse of pleasure slammed into you. This wasn’t teasing anymore. This was punishment.

Heat pooled between your legs, your pulse pounding in your ears as you struggled to stay still. You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to grip the table as your entire body tensed. The pleasure was unbearable, just on the edge of overwhelming, and yet you had no choice but to endure it.

Alex was playing a dangerous game.

"Hey," Olivia called your name, her sharp gaze locking onto you. "You good?"

Fuck.

You couldn’t speak immediately. Couldn’t even move. You knew your face must have been flushed, your breath just slightly too uneven. You were seconds away from completely unraveling.

Then Alex spoke.

“Maybe they need a break,” she suggested smoothly, not even looking up from her file. Her voice was calm, completely unbothered, as if she weren’t the reason you were struggling to hold yourself together.

You shot her a glare, but all she did was lift one perfectly sculpted brow. She was mocking you, daring you to challenge her.

Oh, she was going to pay for this later.

But for now, she was in control. She always is.

And as she pressed another button on her phone, sending another sharp, pulsing vibration through your body, you realized something chilling.

You barely made it through the rest of the briefing. Every second was torture. Alex’s calculated teasing, the unbearable pressure building inside you, the constant struggle to keep your face neutral while the SVU team carried on as if nothing was wrong.

By the time the meeting wrapped up, your body was humming with unfulfilled need, and you were desperate for relief.

The second Olivia dismissed everyone, you bolted. You didn’t even try to make it subtle, you just grabbed your case file and strode out of the conference room as fast as your legs would carry you. You could still hear the others talking behind you, but it didn’t matter. You needed to get away.

Alex knew that.

That’s why she followed.

You could feel her presence behind you, her heels clicking purposefully against the tile floor. She didn’t call out to you, didn’t make a scene. She didn’t need to.

The moment you turned the corner, she was on you.

Before you could react, Alex’s hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the nearest empty office. The door clicked shut behind you, and then it was just the two of you - alone, finally.

The second she let go, you spun around to face her, eyes blazing.

“What the hell was that?” you hissed, your voice sharp but quiet.

Alex didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a slow, measured step forward, the ghost of a smirk playing at her lips. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, her voice dripping with faux innocence.

Your whole body was still buzzing, throbbing from her relentless teasing. You clenched your fists, your frustration boiling over. “You damn well know what I mean.”

Alex just tilted her head, watching you with those piercing blue eyes, the ones that always saw too much, the ones that always stripped you bare. “You did so well,” she murmured, and the warmth in her voice sent a fresh wave of heat through you. “Not a single noise. Almost like you wanted to be good for me.”

You inhaled sharply, your fingers twitching at your sides. “Alex,” you warned.

She took another step closer, so close now that you could smell her perfume, could feel the heat radiating off her body. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to sit there and watch you struggle?” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “To know exactly how wet you were, how much you wanted to squirm, and not be able to touch you?”

Your breath caught in your throat. The air between you crackled, thick with tension. You wanted to fight her. Wanted to push her against the wall and punish her for making you suffer.

But she was faster.

Before you could react, Alex reached into her blazer pocket, pulled out her phone, and with a single press of her thumb ---

The vibrations started again.

A strangled gasp escaped you as your knees nearly buckled. The pleasure was instant, overwhelming after all the torment she had put you through. Your hands shot out, gripping the edge of the desk behind you as your body arched into the sensation.

Alex’s gaze darkened with satisfaction. “You’re so responsive,” she murmured, stepping even closer. “I think you like this more than you’re willing to admit.”

You let out a shuddering breath, barely able to focus. “Alex...”

She lifted a single finger and pressed it against your lips. “Shhh,” she whispered. “Be a good girl and take what I give you.”

Your entire body trembled.

And then she turned the dial even higher. The relentless vibration between your legs was torturous, your body wound so tight you thought you might snap.

Alex knew it. Course she did, she knew exactly how to work you.

She watched you with the sharp focus of a predator, her blue eyes dark with something deeper than just satisfaction. Power. Control. Possession.

And you had given yourself over to it.

With deliberate slowness, she reached for you, her fingertips ghosting over your hips before sliding beneath the hem of your skirt. Her touch was electric, sending sparks across your skin, but it wasn’t enough. Not after everything she had put you through.

You needed more.

"Please," you whispered, barely recognizing your own voice.

A pleased hum left her lips. "So polite," she murmured, her breath warm against your jaw. "I should reward you for that."

Then, without warning, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your thighs. The cool air against your flushed, aching core sent a violent shudder through you, but before you could react ---

Her teeth sank into your neck.

A sharp gasp tore from your lips as pleasure and pain mingled into something dizzying, something primal. Alex bit down hard, her mouth hot and demanding against your skin, sucking deep enough to leave a mark. One that would linger long after this moment ended.

Your hands scrambled for purchase, gripping at her blazer, her shirt, anything to ground yourself as she claimed you. The vibrations had stopped now, but the absence did nothing to ease the ache. If anything, it made you more desperate.

Then finally, she slid two fingers inside you.

The moment Alex’s fingers slid inside you, a sharp gasp tore from your lips. The stretch, the fullness, the precision of her movements, it was everything you had been aching for, everything she had been teasing you with all night. Your body clenched around her, desperate, your fingers clutching at the fabric of her blazer to keep yourself from unraveling completely.

Jesus.

Alex bit down harder on your neck, her mouth hot and unyielding as she sucked a deep, claiming bruise into your skin. The pain was sharp, intoxicating, a stark contrast to the pleasure flooding through you.

“You’re shaking,” she murmured against your throat, her voice thick with satisfaction. “You’ve been holding back all night, haven’t you?”

Her fingers curled inside you, pressing against that spot that made your knees threaten to give out. A strangled whimper escaped your lips.

Alex chuckled softly, a dark, pleased sound, before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, her lips slightly parted, her expression dripping with control and hunger.

“Look at you,” she purred. “Dripping. Needy. Desperate for me.”

Then her other hand slipped between your legs, her thumb pressing against your clit.

Another sharp cry left you, your body jolting at the sudden contact. The sensation was immediate, unbearable in the best way, after all the teasing, all the waiting, she was finally giving you what you needed.

Alex moved in slow circles, her fingers inside you matching the rhythm, coaxing, guiding, and certainly demanding.

“Shhh,” she whispered when another whimper escaped you. “Do you want the whole squad to hear how wrecked you are for me?”

You did. You didn’t care. Not when she was touching you like this, not when she was rubbing tight, merciless circles against your clit while her fingers worked you open with practiced ease.

Her mouth found your ear, her breath hot, teasing. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nodded frantically, unable to form words, pleasure coiling so tight in your stomach you thought you might snap from the tension.

Alex’s pace quickened. Her thumb pressed harder, her fingers thrust deeper, and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore ---

“Cum for me.”

Her command shattered you.

Your body arched, pleasure slamming into you with an intensity that stole your breath. You clenched around her fingers, a broken moan slipping from your lips as wave after wave of release crashed over you.

Alex didn’t stop. She worked you through it, her movements steady, guiding you down from the high until you were trembling in her arms, breathless, spent, utterly wrecked.

Only then did she slow, her fingers slipping from you, her touch gentle now as she smoothed her hand over your thigh.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against the bruise she had left on your neck. “That’s my girl.”

Your head was still spinning, your body still tingling with aftershocks, but even through the haze, one thing was clear.

This wasn’t over. Not even close.

Before you could catch your breath, Alex’s hands gripped your hips, lifting you with effortless strength. Your back met the cool surface of the desk, papers scattering to the floor, but you barely noticed. Not when she was pushing your legs apart, her fingers digging harshly into your thighs as she spread you wide.

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and ravenous. “I’m not done with you.”

Then she hooked your legs over her shoulders, her breath hot against your already-sensitive core. Alex held you in place, her grip firm as her mouth descended on you. The first slow, deliberate drag of her tongue sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through you, making your fingers claw at the edge of the desk.

"Fuck.." The word ripped from your throat before you could stop it, but Alex only smirked against you, lips brushing your soaked skin as she chuckled darkly.

"Language," she teased, her breath a cruel, teasing heat before she licked into you again, firmer this time, her tongue flattening against your clit in a way that had your hips jerking against her.

She hummed, pleased with your reaction, and then tightened her grip on your thighs, holding you still as she truly began to devour you.

Her tongue moved with precision, flicking, circling, sucking, never staying in one spot long enough to let you adjust. The sensitivity from your first orgasm made every touch feel unbearable, too much, yet not nearly enough.

Your body writhed against the desk, your hands flying to her hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as if grounding yourself was the only way to keep from unraveling completely.

Alex groaned at that, the vibration sinking deep into you, making your breath hitch.

“You taste so fucking good,” she murmured between strokes, her voice thick, dripping with hunger. She flicked her tongue over your clit again before sucking it into her mouth, sending another shockwave of pleasure crashing through you.

Your back arched violently, another strangled moan escaping your lips.

Alex didn't let up. If anything, she doubled down, her tongue working you over with ruthless intent. When she slid two fingers back inside you, curling them just right, you knew you were done for.

"A-Alex --" Your voice was nothing more than a desperate whimper, your body trembling against the desk.

"I know," she murmured, her lips brushing against you between strokes. "Cum for me again. I want to feel you fall apart."

Her words, her touch, her voice. It was all too much.

The tension in your core snapped, pleasure flooding through you like a tidal wave. Your thighs shook against her shoulders, your fingers gripping her hair tightening even more as you came hard, a broken cry spilling from your lips.

Alex groaned as she worked you through it, her tongue and fingers relentless, drawing out every last aftershock until you were nothing more than a trembling, gasping mess beneath her.

Only when your body finally sagged against the desk, boneless and spent, did she pull away, placing one last teasing kiss against your thigh before straightening.

Her eyes were heavy with satisfaction as she dragged the back of her hand across her mouth, wiping away the evidence of just how thoroughly she had ruined you.

She smirked. "I should keep you on this desk more often."

Your chest heaved, your limbs still weak. Alex’s eyes softened as she watched you, still sprawled across the desk, your chest heaving with each breath. Her expression shifted from the intense hunger of moments before to something gentler, more protective.

She didn’t need to say anything. Her hands were already on you, tenderly adjusting your body so you were sitting upright, her fingers brushing through your hair, smoothing it back from your face.

“Easy,” she murmured, her voice soothing, her touch gentle as she lifted you carefully off the desk. You felt dizzy, light-headed, the effects of your orgasm still rippling through you in waves.

Alex supported your weight, guiding you toward the chair, her hands steady, never once letting you wobble or fall. She knelt down in front of you, her fingers carefully massaging the tension from your shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered, as she worked her way down to your wrists, her touch light but sure, coaxing the last remnants of strain from your body.

You were too tired to speak, your voice still a bit shaky, but you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes for a moment, just letting yourself relax.

She stood, pulling a blanket from the chair and wrapping it around you like a protective cocoon. Her hands lingered, her fingers tracing soothing circles on your skin as she sat down beside you, holding you close.

“You did so well,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple, her lips lingering there for a moment. “Just breathe. Let me take care of you now.”

Her hands were warm as they moved over your body, a contrast to the cool air around you. She ran her fingers gently over your thighs, down your arms, offering you comfort in every touch, grounding you back to reality.

She didn’t rush you, didn’t demand anything more from you. Just slow, soft caresses that reminded you of her presence—solid, steady, always there for you.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked, her voice low, almost protective now.

You nodded slowly, unable to form words just yet, still caught in the aftermath of everything she’d given you.

Alex gave you a soft smile, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, her touch tender. “I know it was a lot. Just relax. I’m not going anywhere.”

You melted into her embrace, your body still humming, but safe, warm, cherished in the aftermath.

She kissed your forehead, and for a moment, all the intense energy of the night seemed to fade into something soft, something that felt like home.

You could feel yourself drifting into a gentle calm, the stress of the day, the hunger from earlier, all fading away under her care.

As the silence settled around the two of you, Alex’s fingers continued their slow, rhythmic movements over your skin. It was a different kind of connection now, one built on trust and tenderness.

This wasn’t over. Not yet. But for now, you were exactly where you needed to be.

"I love you, Alex." you whispered.

"And I love you."

[sexydistrictattorneys]

COME HOME WITH ME - ALEX. C

SUMMARY: her mouth closed over your nipple, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before she sucked gently, her teeth grazing the delicate skin. the sharp contrast between her warmth and the cool air made your body shiver beneath her

PAIRING: alex cabot x fem reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: age gap, emotional tension, spitting, bodily fluids, theme of dominance and control

WORDS: 1.7K

It all began when you were called in to assist the SVU unit on a high-profile case—a child trafficking ring that spanned state lines. As a 28-year-old forensic psychologist with a growing reputation for cracking difficult cases, you were no stranger to the intensity of this kind of work. But the 16th Precinct was different. Its team was formidable, unyielding, and fiercely loyal to one another. They welcomed you professionally but cautiously, as if waiting to see if you could handle the weight of their world.

Then there was Alex Cabot.

The moment she entered the squad room, it was as though the very air shifted. She moved with an elegance that bordered on intimidating, her sharp navy suit hugging her tall, lithe frame with perfection. Her blonde hair was pinned neatly at the nape of her neck, and her piercing blue eyes scanned the room with a commanding focus. Every step of her heels against the linoleum floor announced her presence with unapologetic confidence.

You’d read about her before: Alex Cabot, the legendary Assistant District Attorney with a reputation for delivering justice no matter the cost. But the articles didn’t prepare you for the impact of meeting her in person. When she extended her hand for a firm handshake, her touch was cool and deliberate, her eyes locking onto yours as she said, “Welcome to SVU, Dr. I’ve heard good things about you.”

Her tone was professional, but the slight upward curl of her lips—almost imperceptible—made your stomach flip. Her hand lingered just a second too long, and when she pulled away, you found yourself momentarily speechless.

At 43, Alex was a decade and a half your senior, but she wore her age with the kind of grace that only deepened her allure. She was poised, fiercely intelligent, and carried an air of authority that drew you in even as it kept others at a distance. You, on the other hand, were confident but far from polished—your work had a raw intensity to it, and you still found yourself second-guessing your place in rooms full of people with far more experience.

Working alongside Alex was as exhilarating as it was infuriating. She had no patience for mediocrity and demanded excellence from everyone around her, including you. Her sharp critiques often left you replaying your words long after the meetings ended, but her brilliance was undeniable. Watching her dismantle a defense attorney’s argument or advocate for a victim in court was like witnessing a master class in precision and passion.

Yet, over time, you began to see another side of her. Late nights at the precinct revealed small cracks in her armor. She’d bring you coffee without asking, placing it on your desk with a faint smile that barely touched her lips. When you doubted your conclusions or agonized over the psychological toll of a case, she’d offer quiet reassurance, her words surprisingly gentle.

One night, the two of you worked late on a particularly brutal case. Frustration bubbled over, and you snapped at her, unable to contain your exhaustion. “Maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with being perfect all the time, you’d see the bigger picture!”

You regretted it the moment the words left your mouth. Alex froze, her expression unreadable. Then, to your shock, she closed the file she’d been working on, leaned back in her chair, and regarded you calmly.

“Do you really think that’s what this is about?” she asked, her voice softer than you expected. Her blue eyes met yours, steady and unflinching. “You’re doing everything you can, and you’re damn good at it. Don’t let this case make you forget that.”

The air between you shifted that night. The sharpness that had defined your interactions gave way to something warmer, more unspoken. You noticed the way her gaze lingered on you during briefings, the subtle brush of her hand against yours when passing a file. And you couldn’t deny the way your pulse quickened whenever she stood too close, her presence consuming every bit of space around her.

The turning point came after the case closed successfully. The squad decided to celebrate at a bar near the precinct, and to everyone’s surprise, Alex agreed to join. You’d never seen her outside the courtroom or precinct before, and seeing her in such a relaxed setting was almost surreal.

Her hair was down, soft waves brushing her shoulders, and she wore a simple black blouse that highlighted the curve of her collarbone. She nursed a glass of wine, her laugh—a rare, melodic sound—cutting through the low hum of the bar.

You ended up seated next to her, the conversation flowing more freely than it ever had in the precinct. Alex leaned in as you spoke, her eyes sparkling with amusement at your dry humor. When the others began to trickle out, she stayed. And so did you.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere between you grew heavier, charged with an unspoken tension. When you stepped outside together, the cool night air did little to cool the heat rising between you.

“I don’t usually do this,” she said, her voice low and almost hesitant.

“Do what?” you asked, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure she could hear it.

“Let my guard down,” she admitted, her blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your knees weak.

Before you could think, you leaned in. The kiss started tentative, your lips brushing hers as if testing the waters, but it quickly deepened. Months of repressed desire and tension spilled out, her hands tangling in your hair as yours gripped her waist.

She pulled back just enough to whisper, her breath warm against your lips, “Come home with me.”

The warm, golden light of the bedroom bathed Alex’s toned figure, her body radiating confidence and raw desire as she loomed over you. Her piercing blue eyes bore into yours, a smirk curling her lips as her hands roamed your naked body, claiming every inch of you.

"Is it good when I touch you here?" she murmured, her tone low and sultry, her hand cupping your breast. She teased your nipple between her fingers, rolling it gently before pinching it just enough to make you gasp.

"Yes," you whimpered, arching into her touch, your breath hitching as her lips descended to your other breast.

Her mouth closed over your nipple, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before she sucked gently, her teeth grazing the delicate skin. The sharp contrast between her warmth and the cool air made your body shiver beneath her.

She pulled back, her lips glistening as she smirked. "Or maybe here?" she whispered, her fingers trailing lower, over the curve of your stomach and between your legs. She spread your folds with deliberate slowness, her thumb brushing over your clit in light, teasing circles.

"Alex!" you moaned, your hips bucking into her touch.

"You’re so sensitive," she purred, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, her tongue sweeping into your mouth with a possessive hunger.

Breaking the kiss, she guided your hand to her cock, thick and hard against her abdomen. "Touch me," she commanded, her voice a husky growl. Her hand wrapped around yours, showing you how to pump her, the veins along her shaft pulsing under your palm.

"Just like that," she groaned, her hips thrusting into your hand. "Fuck, you’re perfect."

But Alex wasn’t one to wait long. She moved quickly, her hands gripping your thighs as she spread you wide. Lowering herself, she latched onto your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you cry out, her other hand slipping between your legs to rub your clit.

"God, you taste so good," she muttered against your skin, switching to your other breast. Her teeth scraped over the hardened bud before her tongue soothed it, leaving you writhing beneath her.

Her cock brushed against your entrance, teasing you, smearing her precum against your wet folds. But before entering you, she leaned back slightly, her eyes locking with yours as she spat directly onto your pussy. The warm saliva landed on your clit, and she used her thumb to spread it around, mixing it with your arousal.

"You’re dripping for me," she said with a wicked grin, her tone thick with lust.

She didn’t give you time to respond. With one firm motion, she hooked your legs over her shoulders, positioning the tip of her cock at your entrance. Slowly, she pushed inside, stretching you inch by inch until she was fully seated, her cock filling you completely.

"Fuck, you’re tight," Alex groaned, her hands gripping your hips as she paused to let you adjust. The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of her cock pressing against every nerve ending making your breath hitch.

When she started to move, her thrusts were slow and deliberate, her cock dragging along your walls with precision. The angle had you moaning unabashedly, your hands gripping the sheets as pleasure coursed through your body.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "Taking me so well."

Her pace quickened, her hips snapping against yours with an intensity that left you breathless. She leaned down, your legs still over her shoulders, and her lips found your nipple again, sucking and biting as she fucked into you harder, deeper.

"Alex!" you cried out, your body arching as the pressure inside you built to a breaking point.

"Come for me," she growled, her voice commanding as her cock slammed into you, hitting that perfect spot over and over. Her thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles that sent you hurtling over the edge.

You came with a scream, your walls clenching around her, your body trembling beneath her as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

"Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight," Alex groaned, her hips stuttering as she thrust into you one last time, burying herself deep inside you. You felt her release as she filled you, her cock twitching inside you, her groan low and guttural.

As she pulled out slowly, a mix of her cum and your arousal trickled down your thighs. Her eyes darkened as she watched, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face.

"You look so good like this," she murmured, her thumb brushing over your swollen clit before she spat on your pussy again, spreading the slick mixture with her fingers.

"Mine," she growled, leaning down to press a possessive kiss to your lips.

She pulled you into her arms, her body still trembling slightly as she pressed soft kisses along your jaw. "You’re incredible," she whispered, her voice softer now, filled with warmth.

[lxndrlvr]

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Grown used to

Note: jealous alex, ignoring, confession, fluff.

Pairings: Alexandra Cabot × reader

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“Good morning alex!”

“Hey I got some take out, figured you probably need some food in your system after a long day” you said, smiling brightly when alex thanked you for your thoughtfulness.

“Flowers?” you peeked inside her office, holding a boquet of white roses. A habit of yours she's grown used to, until now she still wonders how you know when to get her a fresh batch of roses. Little did she know, you always kept one for yourself. So you know when the time comes that the rose wilts, it's time to buy her another. Just because.

“Coffee?” you'd peek again inside her office, always noticing when she works late. Sometimes, her cases are too tough that she stays up all night. But you knew it wasn't the exact reason why she's working overtime, yet you didn't question anything. She's entitled to her privacy, after all. So you learned to memorize how she liked her coffee, and that alone, never failed to brighten alex's day (she's not about to admit that to you but you'll live.)

“Rough day?” you asked as you entered her office, the smell of her favorite food filling alex's senses as she glanced up from the papers she was holding, her heart swelling with warmth. Her heart felt like it was about to leap from her chest at the mere thought of getting taken care of, by you. Something that was once a foreign concept to her, was now something she's grown used to, now that you're here. With you, maybe, just maybe, she can drop her icy facade and for once, just once, be herself.

“Don't be so hard on yourself, Cabot.” your voice snapping her out of her trance, as she glanced up and saw you peeking through her office. Letting out a small chuckle, you always did have a hobby catching her off guard especially when she's overworking herself. A little too much.

Once again, visiting alex's office, you peeked in as you were about to scold her again for working overtime, you saw her sleeping on her desk. Guessing she again forgot to lock her door. Her glasses were still on as you winced, thinking it might be hurting her, noticing the way it's starting to leave a mark on her face. Her hair messy, and she looked quite peaceful. If only you could photograph this moment and keep it inside your wallet forever, you would. You placed the takeout on her desk, taking off her glasses and neatly folding it and placed it back in her case. You crouched down, tucking a strand of her soft hair behind her ears as you smiled. If only she knew.

...

It all happened so quickly, after a night out with a few co workers, things began to change. You've grown more distant from alex, and it didn't take long enough for her to notice. You've been hanging out more with olivia, ever since alex introduced you to her, you've grown closer. At first, alex didn't pay much attention to it, but today, it felt off. You didn't greet her like a usual, no peeking through her door, no usual food takeouts. Nada, nothing.

Of course you felt guilty, it has only been a day and you're already whining like a child with liv. Not even a day in and you've been bothering her nonstop, pleading to spare you the guilt and deprivation of alex's attention, and drop the dare but she remained unfazed. It's only for a couple of days, it can't be that bad.

...

Seeing you with Olivia left a bitter taste on the edge of Alex's tongue, that idea alone, felt nauseating. The way you laughed and talked to her so casually whenever she's around, which happened a lot more than usual whenever she wasn't busy back in the SVU department.

Hugs here and there, you were extra clingy with her. And even though it seemed platonic, in Alex's eyes, it wasn't. She figured that maybe you were attracted to her, which almost made her lose her composure if she wasn't concerned about keeping everything professional about herself.

It took everything in her power not to snatch you away from Benson, or to corner you inside your office and force you to talk to her, anything to get something out of your mouth. She was so close on ripping you away from everyone that gets too close, to ask why you're doing this to her. You were driving her insane, she swore that one of these days, she'd finally lose it. Professionalism and image be damned.

...

It was bad, really bad. You felt guilty, everytime Alex approached you, you'll go out of your way to avoid her. Whenever she's in the same room as you, you'd turn away and leave. Whenever you make eye contact, you're the first one to look away. It stung your heart, more than you can admit. The look in her eyes whenever you avoid her, oh that expressive baby blue eyes. You're screwed.

Whether she admits it or not, Alex was used to having you around. She was so used to you, it's been two days already, and she missed the sound of your voice. Your presence inside her office, your smile, you. She misses you, deeply. So much so that she was willing to set her pride aside and talk to you, only to see you act so indifferent.

That very same day, you barged in her office at nearly midnight while she's busy packing up and getting ready to leave. Holding a boquet of white roses and a chinese takeout, hiccuping as you stumbled closer to her. Your cheeks flushed, clearly, you were in a state of intoxication. Smelling like wine, mixed with your perfume. Oh how alex missed this.

“Al—ex” you said in between sniffles, your hands shaking as you placed the boquet and takeout on her desk and pushing her back on her chair, catching her off guard.

“I'm sorry” you trailed off, trying hard form a coherent sentence despite being drunk. Hands clutching alex's button down polo as you clung onto her, as she held you in place by holding your waist firmly to stabilize your wobbling feet.

“What's gotten into you?” Alex chuckled, rising from her chair as she towered over you with her astounding height. Need less to say, you were a crying mess in her arms.

“I didn't mean to ignore you” you managed to say in between hiccups, while alex opened a bottle of cold water and placing it in between your lips, gently cupping your cheeks and made you drink. In which you obliged without hesitation, drinking the water down your throat as you looked up to meet her piercing blue eyes.

Once you were done drinking, she grabbed a tissue paper and wiped your lips. Your once tensed body, melted against her caring touch. She waited until you calmed down, then asked why you're drunk.

You explained that you were out drinking with a few friends, including benson. After a few drinks, you excused yourself and ordered a chinese takeout and luckily for you, the flowershop was about to close when you begged the elderly woman to sell her white roses to you. She made an exception, recognizing that it was the young attorney that always helped her. After that, everything was a blur, and the next thing you knew, you were already inside alex's office.

“I didn't mean to-” you paused, a deep sigh escaping your lips. You felt nervous, especially when alex was watching you with pure amusement. “I got dared to avoid you for a couple of days, since they somehow found out that I..” you trailed off.

A moment of silence

“You what? Tell me.” Alex said, unable to hide the mischief behind her eyes and the way she was smiling, something tells you that she already knows. She was just waiting for you to admit it.

“Do I have to?” you whispered, hiding your face in her neck.

“None of that, let me see your face.” alex hummed as you pulled away from her neck.

“Alex”

“Mhmm?”

“I like you, alex..” hearing those words, alex smiled.

“Now that wasn't so hard, was it?” she teased, causing you to frown. You pulled away from her, standing awkwardly as you lowered your head, feeling embarrassed to admit your feelings. Clearly, you've underestimated just how drunk you were because the next thing you knew, you fell right back in Alex's arms, passing out.

“I love you, my silly little girl.” alex whispered in your ears..

[theartofcollapse]

Would you write something along the lines of Alex x female reader in which Alex is getting drinks with Olivia and they’re by the bar when reader, who’s obviously an adult but also clearly seems to be way younger than them, approaches them and flirts with Alex? 🤭

a/n: thank you for your request, i hope you enjoy it :) summary: read above pairing: Alex Cabot x female reader warnings: age gap word count: 1.5K

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Does Your Mother Know - Alex Cabot

The bar was lively but not overcrowded, filled with just the right level of buzz. Alex leaned against the counter, one long leg crossed over the other, the stem of her martini glass balanced between her fingers. Olivia sat next to her, laughing over some ridiculous precinct story. Alex responded with a dry, “And people wonder why I sometimes think about leaving law for good.”

Olivia smirked, swirling her whiskey. “Oh, don’t act like you’d survive a day without arguing with someone.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Fair point.” She took a sip, her sharp blue eyes scanning the room briefly. She was used to attention, the kind that came from years of exuding competence and carrying herself like she was untouchable. And tonight was no exception. She’d noticed the occasional glance from strangers, but she hadn’t paid much mind.

That was, until you approached.

You’d been lingering nearby, gathering your courage. Something about Alex made her stand out. She was poised, intelligent, and maybe just a little intimidating. She seemed untouchable in a way that only made you want to try. So, with a deep breath, you stepped up to the bar, positioning yourself just close enough to interrupt their conversation.

“Hi,” you said, your tone casual but with a deliberate edge of confidence. Both women turned to look at you. Olivia gave you a quick once-over and smirked, immediately sensing where this was going. Alex, on the other hand, arched her eyebrow, her expression a mix of a little curiosity and cool detachment.

“I just had to come over and say…” you began, your gaze firmly on Alex. “You have a way of making this entire room seem irrelevant.”

Alex’s lips quirked upward, but her tone was dry as she replied, “Well, that’s one way to open a conversation. Does that usually work?”

You smiled, unfazed. “I guess you’ll have to tell me. But I’d bet it’s working right now.”

Olivia snorted into her drink, clearly enjoying this. Alex glanced at her partner-in-crime, then back at you. Her eyes flickered over your face and then down, briefly taking in your outfit. It was subtle, but you could tell she was sizing you up.

“Does your mother know that you’re out? How old are you?” Alex asked suddenly, her voice sharp but playful.

You blinked, caught slightly off guard. “Old enough to know what ABBA is. Also to know what I want.”

Her lips twitched in amusement. “A clever little girl. But sadly, you’re obviously a lot younger than me.”

You shrugged. “And? You look amazing. Why would I care about a few years?”

“A few years?” Alex repeated, her tone heavy with sarcasm. “That’s generous. You were probably still in high school when I was cross-examining witnesses.”

“Which just means you have experience,” you shot back with a grin. “That’s a plus in my book.”

Olivia laughed outright at that, setting her drink down to avoid spilling it. “Oh, I like her,” she said, gesturing at you. “She’s got guts.”

Alex gave Olivia a sidelong look before returning her attention to you. “You realize I could probably name at least three Supreme Court cases off the top of my head that were decided before you were born.”

“And I’d let you,” you replied smoothly. “I love a woman who can teach me something.”

That caught Alex off guard, though she quickly masked it with a sip of her martini. “Flattery,” she said, setting her glass down, “is not going to work on me.”

“I’m not trying to flatter you,” you said, leaning in slightly. “I’m just being honest. You’re incredible. And maybe I’m younger, but that just means I’ve got better stamina.”

Olivia coughed into her drink, clearly fighting back laughter, while Alex stared at you, utterly deadpan. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a wry smile.

“Well,” Alex said dryly, “if nothing else, you’ve got confidence. Though I can’t tell if that’s admirable or just reckless.”

“Maybe it’s both,” you replied. “But I’d like to think it’s working.”

Alex gave you a long, assessing look, and for a moment, you thought she might actually dismiss you. But instead, she picked up her martini and took a measured sip before replying.

“I have to admit, you’re persistent. And bold. A little too bold for your age, I’d say.”

“Bold enough to get you to talk to me,” you countered with a grin.

She shook her head, the faintest trace of amusement in her expression. “I’m starting to think you might actually believe some of the things you’re saying.”

“I do,” you said simply. “And if I’m wrong, I’ll buy you another drink as an apology.”

Alex arched an eyebrow. “You think you can afford my taste?”

“Try me,” you replied, your grin widening.

Alex glanced at Olivia, who was now fully invested in the show. Olivia raised her glass in a mock toast. “Go on, Cabot. Give the kid a chance. She’s earning it.”

Alex sighed dramatically, though the glint in her eyes gave her away. She turned back to you, her voice dripping with mock resignation. “Fine. One drink. But don’t get any ideas.”

You grinned, feeling triumphant. “Don’t worry. I’ve already got plenty.”

Alex rolled her eyes but couldn’t quite hide her smile as she returned to her drink, muttering, “I’m too old for this.”

And yet, she didn’t tell you to leave.

The martini glass sat between you and Alex like a silent referee, marking the unofficial boundary of her “just one drink” declaration. You’d been nothing but charming, sliding in a few clever comments. Alex, though, had remained her cool, razor-sharp self, responding with just enough sarcasm to keep you on your toes.

But beneath her polished exterior, Alex was intrigued. It wasn’t just your confidence - plenty of people tried their hand at flirting with her - it was the way you held your own, unshaken by her dry wit or the age gap that you’d practically made a running joke out of.

As you drained the last of your cocktail, you smiled at Alex. “Well, I did promise you just one drink,” you said, standing up and smoothing out your outfit. “And I’m nothing if not a woman of my word.”

Alex blinked, taken aback. “You’re leaving?”

You shrugged, your grin teasing. “You said one drink. I’m respecting your boundaries. Or were you hoping I’d ignore them?”

Alex opened her mouth, then closed it, her gaze flickering between you and your empty glass. She had no idea why the thought of you leaving suddenly felt irritating. Disappointing, even. She prided herself on being unflappable, but somehow, you’d managed to get under her skin in the span of twenty minutes.

“Wait,” Alex said, reaching out to gently grab your wrist before you could walk away. The touch was light but firm, and it stopped you in your tracks.

You turned back to her, eyebrows raised in mock surprise. “Yes?”

Her hand lingered for a moment before she released you, smoothing her palm over her blazer as if to regain her composure. “You don’t have to leave just yet,” she said, her tone even, though there was a hint of something softer in her voice.

You tilted your head, your lips curling into a smile. “Oh? I thought we were sticking to the ‘one drink’ rule. Are you saying you’ve changed your mind?”

Alex let out a low sigh, her expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “Don’t push it.”

“But you are asking me to stay,” you pressed, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

 “I’m just saying,” Alex said smoothly, leaning back in her chair, “that it would be rude to let a perfectly good conversation end so abruptly.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, crossing your arms and giving her a pointed look. “Because you’re worried about being rude. Totally not because you’d miss me if I left.”

Alex’s lips twitched, and for the first time that night, you caught her off guard. She reached for her martini and took a long sip, stalling. When she finally set the glass down, she met your gaze with a pointed look of her own.

“You’re very… persistent,” she said slowly.

“And you like that,” you replied, your grin widening.

For a moment, she didn’t respond, just studied you with those piercing blue eyes of hers. Finally, she shook her head with a soft laugh. “Fine. Stay. But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, too late for that,” you said, sliding back onto the stool next to her.

As the bartender approached, Alex gestured for another round, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. “Since you’re staying,” she said, her voice carrying that trademark sarcasm, “I hope you don’t plan to exhaust me with more terrible pickup lines.”

You leaned in slightly, your smile playful. “I guess you’ll just have to stick around to find out.”

And for the first time in longer than she cared to admit, Alex found herself genuinely looking forward to the rest of the night.

[rmytears]

○ alex cabot x female reader.

↳ summary: sesbian lex.

Christmas Eve at Home

The soft glow of Christmas lights bathed the room in hues of red and gold, their reflections dancing on the frosted windows. The scent of pine mingled with the faint aroma of mulled wine, and the faint hum of a holiday playlist played in the background. Alexandra Cabot sat on the edge of the couch, her blue eyes locked on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

You were sprawled across the plush cushions, wrapped in the softest red velvet robe Alex had gifted you earlier that evening. It was cinched loosely at your waist, teasing glimpses of the lace bralette and panties beneath—another one of Alex’s indulgent gifts.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” the blonde murmured, her voice low and sultry. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her gaze sweeping over you like a caress.

You smiled shyly, tugging the robe tighter around you. “You’re just saying that because it’s Christmas.”

She chuckled, her lips curving into a smirk. “I don’t need an excuse to tell you how gorgeous you are.”

She rose gracefully, her presence commanding as she crossed the room to where you sat. The faint scent of her perfume—something dark and spicy—wrapped around you as she leaned down, her hands braced on either side of you.

“You’ve been such a good girl this year,” she purred, her lips brushing against your ear. “I think you deserve to be spoiled.”

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding as Alex’s fingers trailed along the edge of your robe, her touch feather-light.

“Alex,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“Yes, sweetheart?” she replied, her tone teasing as her lips brushed against your jawline.

You swallowed hard, your cheeks flushing under her intense gaze. “You’re… you’re not playing fair.”

Alex chuckled, her teeth grazing your earlobe before she pulled back to look at you. “Oh, baby, I haven’t even started playing yet.”

---

She guided you to the bedroom, the Christmas lights from the living room casting a warm glow down the hallway. The bed was already turned down, the sheets crisp and inviting. Alex sat you on the edge, her hands firm but gentle as she untied the sash of your robe.

“Let me see you,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding.

You let the robe fall open, your skin prickling under her gaze as she took in the delicate lace that barely covered you. Alex’s eyes darkened, her tongue flicking over her bottom lip.

“Perfect,” she said, her voice thick with desire.

She knelt before you, her hands sliding up your thighs, her touch sending shivers through your body. Her lips followed, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs, her breath warm against your skin.

“Alex,” you gasped, your fingers tangling in her blonde hair.

“Patience, sweetheart,” she murmured, her lips curving into a smirk. “I want to take my time with you.”

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down slowly, deliberately, her eyes never leaving yours. You shivered under her touch, your breath hitching as her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your hip.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice reverent.

---

Alex’s tongue was warm and soft as it flicked over your clit, her hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place. You arched against her, your fingers tightening in her hair as she worked you with practiced precision.

“Uhm Alex,” you gasped once again so far this evening, your voice trembling.

She hummed against you, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. “That’s it, baby,” she murmured, her voice muffled against your skin. “Let me take care of you.”

Her fingers joined her mouth, sliding inside you with ease, curling just right to hit that spot that made you see stars. You cried out, your hips bucking against her hand as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

But just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink, Alex pulled back, her fingers and mouth leaving you empty and aching.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice firm but laced with affection. “I’m not done spoiling you.”

You whimpered, your body trembling as she climbed onto the bed, her blue eyes smoldering with desire. She reached for the nightstand, pulling out a strap-on harness and slipping it on with practiced ease.

“Turn over,” she instructed, her voice soft but commanding.

You obeyed, your body trembling with anticipation as you positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Alex’s hands slid over your hips, her touch firm and reassuring.

“You’re so good for me,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

She entered you slowly, her movements deliberate, giving you time to adjust. The stretch was perfect, the fullness overwhelming as she began to move, her hips snapping against yours in a steady rhythm.

“Alex,” you moaned, your fingers gripping the sheets as she thrust into you.

“That’s it, baby,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “Take it all. You’re mine tonight.”

Her hand slid around to your front, her fingers finding your clit and circling it in time with her thrusts. You cried out, your body trembling as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” she whispered, her voice like velvet. “Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

With a final cry, you shattered, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Alex held you through it, her hands steady and reassuring as she whispered soft praises in your ear.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, she pulled out gently, gathering you into her arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” she murmured, her voice filled with warmth and love.

You smiled sleepily, your head resting against her chest. “Best Christmas ever.”

And as the snow fell softly outside, you drifted off to sleep in Alex’s arms, feeling loved, cherished, and completely spoiled.

[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.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Evidence of Obedience ~Sub!Alex Cabot xFem Dom!Reader

Summary— I Headcanon that seasons 2-3 Alex are more sub and baby. In light of that, here’s a little smutty fic about Reader teasing and pleasuring sub!Alex… Alex isn’t allowed to cum, but it’s forced out of her. What will Reader do…?

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap-on sex, plastic dick riding, overstimulation, begging, discipline, teasing, forced orgasm, praise, degradation, praise kink, degradation kink, ma’am kink, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“P-please ma’am please—!” Alex desperately mewls as she’s bouncing in your lap on your cock.

“No baby… be a good girl and hold it…” you cooe warily, drinking in all the young blonde’s reactions.

Alex’s head tilts back as she lets out a strangled groan, her body bucking and continuing to grind against your plastic dick. Your hands are holding her hips firm and setting an unrelenting pace for her to be riding you. You lick your lips at the sight of a sweat sheening, tits bouncing Alex Cabot.

“Can’t can’t ma’am gonna cum—!!” She babbles.

“Poor baby… needs it so bad you’re gonna defy my orders…?” You tease, as you force the women over the edge with a particularly striking thrust.

Alex comes crashing down, grinding haphazardly against your cock and lap, eyes shut tight, and a string of moans leaving her lips. As soon as she comes back to reality, the blonde finds that you are still fucking up into her at an unrelenting pace, using your hips to swivel the plastic dick further into her sensitive cunt.

“Shit ma’am AghgGgHH I’m sorry—!” Alex whimpers, leaning forward more into your frame, as she is overwhelmed by more pleasure and her next climax starts to build up.

“Oh you’re sorry, babygirl…?” You purr, a wicked gleam in your eye.

Alex nods vigorously, biting her lip as she lets out another desperate whine.

“I am, I am so sorry ma’am couldn’t listen mmm sorry…!!” She whines.

Suddenly you stop completely, leaving the strap-on dick deep inside the other woman. Alex’s eyes shoot open and she immediately tries to regain the lost friction, but your hands hold her firmly in place.

“No no NO ma’am I’m so sorry I’ll do better please ma’am—!!” She begs, hips thrashing and fighting your hold,

“Please I’ll be a good girl please punish me please I’ll listen give me another chance ma’am pleasssseee…!!”

“You wanna be good for me?”

She nods eagerly, bright eyed and bushy-tailed at the mention of forgiveness and redemption.

“You wanna be my good girl…? Prove it.” You purred, rolling your hips up once experimentally into the blonde.

“Yes ma’am…!!” She squeaked, her eyes rolling back at the little friction you rewarded her with.

You tilt your head and smirk, before loosening your vice grip on her hips and encouraging her to roll them against your cock once more. Alex gasped in delight and quickly began riding you fast and hard, with your help of course.

“Such a pretty girl…”

“Oh Jesus FUCK—!” She moaned out.

She set a brutal pace for herself, which you aided in helping her keep by thrusting your own hips up into her and bobbing her hips up and down in rhythm with your thrusts. The blonde let out desperate whimper after whimper, getting closer and closer to her next climax.

“Taking me like such a good girl… you gonna be an obedient little slut and cum as many times as I want you too…?” You cooe lustfully.

The blonde shaked her head cock-drunkenly.

“Very good girl…” you purr as she topples over the edge once more.

~~~

Alex Cabot Masterlist

[spicyschemmenti]

Brains, Beauty & Chaos ➫ alex cabot

pairing: alex cabot x sassy bimbo!fem!reader

synopsis: when a grumpy detective underestimates you, assuming you’re just alex cabot’s ditzy, high-heeled assistant, you effortlessly pick apart his case with a giggle and a well-placed nail tap, leaving him speechless and Alex way too intrigued. But when you catch the usually unshakable ADA staring a little too long, you realize proving yourself might’ve unlocked a whole new kind of fun

warnings: playful insults, sarcasm, and reader has a whole lot of attitude, teasing and suggestive comments, pre-relationship/sexual tension between alex and reader, mild bending of office ettiquette

word count: 1.5k

author's note: lowkey feel like alex needs this kind of assisstant

You’re perched right on the edge of Alex Cabot’s desk, one leg crossed over the other, absently twirling a strand of your freshly curled hair around your finger. The scent of your expensive vanilla perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the sharp, clean scent of Alex’s office. Polished wood, leather, and that faint trace of her perfume that smells way too expensive for someone who pretends she’s all business. Your glossy pink nails catch the light as you flip lazily through the case file in front of you, not even pretending to be interested.

Across the room, Alex stands stiff and proper, arms crossed, her usual icy lawyer expression in full force. She’s got that look on her face, the one that says she’s two seconds away from rubbing her temples and sighing at you. Again. But she doesn’t, because Alex knows you by now. She knows the routine. Knows that you love to push just a little, just to see if she’ll break.

But the detective standing in front of her? He doesn’t know shit.

This guy is grizzled, probably hasn’t moisturized a day in his life takes one look at you, sprawled out like a cat in your designer heels and your perfectly coordinated outfit, and scoffs like he’s just so amused by the sight. Like you’re just some dumb little thing taking up space, some airheaded office accessory meant to grab coffee and look cute.

“She’s your assistant, Cabot?” he asks, sounding way too pleased with himself. His eyes flick to your phone, glittering rhinestone case and all, sitting next to the legal pad you haven’t touched. “What, does she do your nails between cases?”

Oh. Oh. That’s adorable.

You let out a sharp, sugary laugh, tilting your head as you bat your lashes at him. “Oh my god, you’re hilarious,” you say, your voice dripping with amusement, even though you’re already bored of him. But fine. If he wants to play, you’ll play.

You reach for the case file he just slapped onto Alex’s desk, lifting it carefully between two fingers like it’s something actually interesting. You can feel Alex watching you, her gaze heavy, but she doesn’t stop you. She knows better.

“What’s this, babe?” you hum, flipping through the pages. “Ooooh, is this a deposition? Witness testimony? Evidence?” You purse your lips like you’re really thinking hard, letting the moment stretch just long enough for the detective’s smirk to widen.

Then, without missing a beat, you tap one polished nail against the page, smile turning just a little sharper.

“Awww, sweetie,” you coo, “this is cute. Except for the part where your star witness totally contradicts themselves on page six. Like, did you even read this? ‘Cause I gotta say, not really giving your best work here.”

His expression twitches. He leans in, brows furrowing, but you’re already moving on, flipping to another page with a perfectly manicured flick of your wrist.

“Oh, and this little ‘airtight alibi’ you keep bragging about?” you continue, tilting your head like you really hate to be the bearer of bad news. “Yeahhh, problem is, the timestamp on their statement is, like, an hour after security footage has them across town. So, unless they figured out how to teleport between giving their statement and getting caught on camera, I think we’ve got a little whoopsie on our hands.”

The detective’s smirk is gone.

Across the desk, Alex exhales slowly, and you swear you catch the tiniest twitch of her lips. Just a hint of amusement. Just enough for you to know that, underneath all that cool and collected courtroom energy, she’s definitely enjoying this.

You shut the file with a little snap, flashing your prettiest, sweetest smile. “Next time, honey?” you say, leaning in just enough to lower your voice. “Maybe read before you talk.”

The detective glares, but he doesn’t argue. What’s he gonna say? You just did his job better than he did.

Turning back to Alex, you give her an innocent little tilt of your head, like you didn’t just bulldoze her entire meeting with a giggle and a well-placed legal takedown. “Soooo, Miss Cabot,” you purr, stretching just slightly, making sure she notices the way your dress rides up just a little. “Are we done here? Or do you need me for anything else?”

Alex’s eyes flick to yours. Steady. Cool. But too cool, like she’s trying really hard not to let something slip.

“We’re done,” she says, voice smooth as glass. But you hear it. The little shift. The tiniest crack in that perfect lawyerly control.

Oh yeah. She’s so impressed. And maybe—just maybe—a little obsessed.

The detective mutters something under his breath, snatching the file off Alex’s desk with more force than necessary. He barely spares you a glance as he turns on his heel and stomps out of the office like a toddler who just lost a game of Candy Land.

You don’t even bother to watch him go. You’re too busy watching her.

Alex is still standing there, arms crossed, but her posture is just a little stiffer than before. Her lips are tight, pressed together like she’s trying to keep something from slipping out. Her gaze lingers on you for a beat too long, her usual lawyerly mask firmly in place, but you know better. Oh, you know her so well.

“So,” you hum, stretching your arms above your head, knowing full well it makes your neckline dip just a little lower. “That was fun.” You drop your hands back into your lap, leaning forward slightly, propping your chin on your palm. “I mean, not for him, obviously, but for me? Definitely fun.”

Alex exhales sharply, moving around her desk to sit in her chair. “Did you have to do that?” she asks, her voice calm but edged with something you can’t quite place.

You blink, tilting your head like you’re genuinely confused. “Do what?”

She fixes you with a look, and ugh, she really does have a fantastic glare. All icy blue and sharp edges, like she could take you apart with a single sentence if she wanted to. Unfortunately for her, you love the attention.

“Completely humiliate a senior detective,” she clarifies, placing her hands flat on the desk. “In my office.”

You scoff, flicking a strand of hair over your shoulder. “Oh, please, I didn’t ‘humiliate’ him. He humiliated himself by thinking I was just a pretty face. I just happened to be here when it happened.” You smile sweetly. “Totally not my fault.”

Alex pinches the bridge of her nose, but you see it—the tiny, tiny twitch of her lips. She’s fighting it, but oh, she wants to smile.

“You’re impossible,” she mutters.

You grin, kicking your legs playfully. “You love it.”

She doesn’t confirm or deny, which is already an answer in itself.

Instead, she leans back in her chair, studying you with a look you can’t quite read. Her gaze flicks from your face, down to your outfit —your high heels dangling lazily from your toes, the smooth line of your legs, the way your dress hugs your curves just right.

You catch it. Oh, you catch it.

Alex Cabot is checking you out.

And not in that casual, I’m just looking in your general direction kind of way. No, this is something else. This is slow. This is measured. Like she’s realizing, for the first time, that you’re not just her frustratingly hot assistant—you’re a problem.

A very distracting problem.

Heat blooms in your chest, excitement buzzing under your skin. You lean forward just a little, dropping your voice to something lower, smoother. “Alex?”

She blinks, caught off guard. “What?”

You let your lips curve into a slow, teasing smile. “You’re staring.”

Alex stiffens instantly, jaw tightening. “I am not—”

“Oh, babe, it’s okay,” you interrupt, waving a dismissive hand. “I mean, I get it. If I were you, I’d be staring at me, too.” You sigh dramatically, stretching your arms above your head again, just to push a little. “It’s just a lot of beauty to take in at once, I know.”

Alex groans, running a hand over her face like she’s questioning every decision that led her to hiring you. But she still doesn’t look away.

“Unbelievable,” she mutters under her breath.

You bite back a smirk. She’s so flustered. And the best part? She doesn’t even know what to do with it.

You stand up slowly, smoothing out your dress, making a show of it. “Well, if you don’t need me for anything else,” you say, adjusting the strap of your bag, “I was gonna head out early. I mean, unless you wanna, I dunno, grab a drink or something?”

Alex’s head snaps up.

She looks at you, really looks at you, her mouth slightly parted like you just spoke in a foreign language.

You shrug, playing it cool, even though your pulse is racing. “No pressure, obviously. Just… seems like you could use a little break. And, y’know, I’m really good at helping people unwind.” You wink. “It’s, like, a specialty.”

Silence. A beat too long.

Then, finally, Alex exhales, her expression unreadable. “Go home,” she says, but her voice is softer now. Smoother.

You smile, turning toward the door. “Whatever you say, boss.”

As you strut out, hips swaying just enough to make it count, you don’t even need to look back to know she’s watching.

Oh yeah.

This is gonna be fun.

[aubvrns]

“Never Not Mine”

| SVU & Headcanons

Synopsis — How would they react to you sulking because they have been ignoring your calls.

Note — Olivia Benson, Alexandra Cabot, Casey Novak, Melinda Warner // inspired by the loveliest, @lxndrlvr !

(Female reader centered, no pronouns used!)

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Olivia Benson

• — Olivia would kneel down beside your bed and press kisses all over your hand, apologizing over and over again until you’d look at her.

• — She was not the most responsible person when it came to her personal cellphone. Everyone, especially the captain knew that. One time, Cragen found her phone on top of the coffee maker overheated.

• — This time, she left her phone in the bathroom. Thankfully, it wasn’t waterboarded.

• — When she realizes you are ignoring her, she would straddle your hips and place kisses all over your face just to get a reaction out of you. And once she does, she embarrassedly explains why she missed your calls.

• — “Casey rang it and found in on top of the toilet seat.” She whispers, “Hehe, sorry.”

• — And to make it up to you, Olivia would give her full attention to you by cuddling while you watch a movie unbearably inseperable from eachother. She would hold you, resting her head on your shoulder.

• — Not long enough, she falls asleep against it and you couldn’t help but laugh. You really needed to by her a phone charm next time.

Alexandra Cabot

• — She would go home with your favorite flowers, chocolates, and even the cardigan you didn’t realize was missing. You didn’t bother being mad anymore, you just shut your eyes and slept.

• — To be fair, it was 12 AM in the morning. And you didn’t have the energy to be mad at her for missing your calls.

• — Alexandra Cabot, the blonde insomniac who rarely sleeps properly, somehow found herself sleeping on her desk for three hours straight. While her phone was flooded of your calls, her back hurt.

• — She would try to call you back, but assumes you have up on waiting for her.

• — Alex would go to the nearest mall that was still surprisingly open and buy you the things that you like. Tell me why the woman bought a massager as well.

• — “I certainly deserve the back pain for sleeping in my office.” Alex says as you knead her back gently, bringing ease to her body.

• — She would hug you tightly, inhaling your comforting scent in the crook of your neck as she tells you why she missed your calls. She knew you were listening because she would tickle your sides and you would squirm everytime.

Casey Novak

• — Casey would open the door slowly to your room, smiling awkwardly as you ask why she hasn’t been picking up your calls. She could only smile, her cute dimples popping out.

• — She had left her charger at home with her phone running at thirty percent for the whole day. She tried to borrow one from Elliot, but he said he accidentally broke it trying to contemplate his anger.

• — So, it was a whole day of her praying to God that you did not call her out of your worry. Unfortunately, you did. About a million times.

• — She would distract you by huskily whispering compliments in your ear as you lean in her hug, a displeased but smiling expression lies on your face.

• — Casey would cradle you and you would just stay still, letting her do whatever the hell she wants with you. You were glad that she was home, and all that matters is that she is safe.

• — But you playfully roll your eyes as she jokingly starts to sing you a lullaby and coaxing you down on the bed as if you were a newborn baby.

• — “So, I forgot my charger. 😁”

Melinda Warner

• — Melinda would go home to you sleeping peacefully in your bed. She smiles to herself, adjusting your blanket further up your neck.

• — She got cozy. Changing her clothes, unpacking her work bag, and eventually joining you between the sheets.

• — Melinda wasn’t that sleepy yet, so she checks her phone for the first time today. She was confused why she didn’t have any notifications. Turns out, her phone was on do-not-disturb the whole time.

• — When she turns it off, your missed call notifications came flooding her phone to the point you were awaken by the sound of endless chiming. She was in shock, completely unaware that you’ve been calling her.

• — “I’m sorry, darling. I must’ve clicked DND on accident, I didn’t mean to miss your—”

• — You interrupted her by hugging her tiredly, just resting in her embrace. She closes her mouth, playing with your hair to bring you consolation for being alone without any updates.

• — She grins warmly, her eyes observing your peaceful features resting. Melinda met her own weary too, she has alot of making up to do in the morning.

!!

[neuroprincess]

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Tyrant - Alex Cabot/Female Reader

Alex Cabot/Female Reader

Summary: Alex's apartment still has the Christmas tree up in February for a reason, a small and demanding reason.

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: +1200

The snowfall of the night before had covered the city streets and turned gray into white; it would be quite a sight in the early hours of the morning with the sun rising between the buildings and skyscrapers. Alex is sitting on the divan near the window, occasionally sipping the hot coffee in hand, but her observant eyes are fixed on the other side of the room, where the Christmas tree was still in all its shiny glory, full of decorations and twinkling lights... in February. The lights glowed softly, reflecting the four colors on the wooden floor and creating a neon illumination. A couple of feet away, between the attorney and the only remaining decoration of the festive season, was Margot, nestled in her baby swing, also staring at the lights, but unlike her mom, with wide, fascinated eyes.

“You know, it's the end of February...” Alex commented over her shoulder to her wife, who was sorting out a pile of blankets on the sofa “Most people have already taken down all their Christmas decorations.”

Y/N snorted and tried not to roll her eyes, after all, they were the ones who had put themselves in that situation.

“Most people don't have a little five-month-old tyrant who refuses to sleep without them and won't even let us sleep.”

As if to emphasize the point, the baby cooed softly, reaching out a chubby hand towards the largest hanging ornaments, as she has done ever since she learned to grasp. Alex shook her head in disbelief, laughing, and took a big sip of coffee before heading towards the tree.

“We really need to talk about this, sweetheart.” she said, turning to her daughter, who blinked at her innocently, giving an almost toothy smile “But not now, right, Mag?!”

“She's got you wrapped around her little finger and she knows it.” Y/N teased, placing a folded patterned blanket in the arm band and walking over to her wife “Not that I mind. It's cute.”

“She's not even six months old. How much power can she really have? I am a grown woman and very...” Alex scoffed and crouched down to stroke the strands of hair escaping from under the knitted cap "Forget about it, maybe you're right."

It all started in December, of course, just after the couple had prepared the house with care and dedication to spend their first Christmas as a family. Naturally, Alex had taken care of most of the details with safety in mind, such as battery-operated candles instead of the traditional ones, no strong scents, no heavy or pointy ornaments and even the tree didn't escape this, synthetic, without any dirt or possible bugs or possible allergies, practical and beautiful. At night, when the lights were turned on and Margot was lulled to sleep on the sofa with soft lullabies, sometimes breastfed until she fell asleep, the world was perfect and they felt lucky to have a calm and not at all demanding baby. They couldn't have imagined how wrong they were.

It was at the beginning of January that the first hint of what they would face emerged. The routine was set: a warm bath, diaper change, feeding and, finally, the delicate transition to sleep. But then, as soon as they started cleaning up after the holidays, what was supposed to be a calm night turned into a nightmare for first-time mothers. Margot, normally quiet and prone to falling asleep without resistance, squirmed restlessly in Y/N's arms while Alex organized the kitchen. Soon low grumbles became a loud, shrill cry, louder and longer than any moment before.

“What's wrong, little one?” Y/N murmured, rocking her gently, while her daughter mumbled and moved little hands between cries that left her face red and wet, eyes blinking sleepily, but not completely surrendering to rest “Do you want Mommy?”

Without much thought, she got up and walked to the living room, where she found the blonde on the way, already wiping hands and taking off the apron, with a worried look, they stared at each other without knowing exactly what to do, before they could check for colic or fever, she felt her daughter's body relax against hers. Only then did she realize that they were standing next to the Christmas tree.

“Oh, you just wanted the lights, did you?” she whispered, sighing in small relief as she felt Margot's head rest against her chest.

Alex, watching the scene with a mixture of fascination and incredulity, crossed her arms.

“So that's it?” she asked in another whisper, afraid of disturbing the sleep that had barely begun.

Her wife shrugged, trying not to smile.

“Our daughter seems to be a bit demanding and a girl of habits, she's clearly inherited that from you.”

And that's how it all began. The couple got quiet nights with a sleepy baby and a few hours of sleep for themselves as long as the tree lights kept shining, even if it meant sometimes falling asleep in the living room while they nursed the baby to sleep or even setting up a mobile crib nearby for when they were doing chores or some rare leisure time, and leaving the doors open all night so that the lights reached wherever little Cabot was. Alex tried to object a few times, suggesting alternatives such as less flashy night lights, soft sounds or putting a few Chistmas lights in the nursery, but nothing had the same effect as the extravagant, richly decorated tree. When they tried to turn it off for a whole night, Margot protested with an incessant cry that didn't end until they, defeated, got up and turned it on again.

“She's manipulating us.” Alex concluded incredulously, throwing herself on the bed, eyes half-closed with sleep, her wife lying down beside her sighing tiredly.

The blonde knows it's not true, after all, it's only a baby and as smart as she is for her age she wouldn't be capable of such a thing, she just couldn't help herself and made a joke in the midst of exhaustion and the notion that maybe they were guilty of it.

“She's only four months old, Alex.”

“Four months and knows how to get what she wants from us.”

And so the tree stood. January passed in the blink of an eye and Margot continued to be obsessed with the lights. Now, at the peak of February, Alex had completely surrendered to the absurd reality that her once plain and almost minimalist living room was still decorated as if Christmas was just around the corner. They tried to turn it off last night, thinking that the baby had finally gotten over it, but ended up dealing with a lot of crying and not being able to sleep for more than two hours.

“Maybe we should just accept that this house is now a shrine to the Christmas spirit,” joked Y/N, leaning her head on the blonde's shoulder as they smiled at their daughter, who was still staring at the tree with sleepy eyes under long lashes, mumbling, “She's so cute.”

Alex let out a resigned sigh and intertwined their fingers over her shoulder.

“I just want you to know that when she learns to talk and insists on putting up the tree and decorating the house in August, it will be your fault.”

“Whatever...” Y/N smiled and kissed the skin between Alex's shoulder and neck “As long as she keeps sleeping through the night.”

Margot let out a small sound of contentment, as if she knew her victory was assured, and yawned.

“I think Mag is ready for sleep.”

“And to let us rest, I hope.”

“Twinkle, twinkle, our little tyrant...”

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[storiesofsvu]

One ask wasn't enough! So, how about these prompts, with Cabot?

"I can't sleep, can I stay here?" and

"Don't... I'm ticklish!"

Thank youuuu 🥰🥰

Thank YOU so much!! Here ya go!

Insomnia Strikes

Alex Cabot x reader (more implied than anything else lol) Warnings: mentions of anxiety/insomnia, I think that's about it. Just a nice little comfort one shot.

Being the natural night owl that you were, you never had any problems swapping shifts around when someone on the squad got roped into an overnight shift. You honestly didn’t mind it, you basically chilled alone, ate snacks, scrolled through your phone and answered a handful of phone calls that the desk clerk downstairs didn’t catch. It was a very rare occasion where something actually made its way to you prior to six in the morning and by then you were usually only on intake, passing it off to the day team before heading home. It was a nice little break from the chaos that the squad room and a courtroom normally were.

You spent the first few hours catching up on paperwork, finishing all the nearly late files, scrawling your signature across them before popping them into Cragen’s inbox. The squad slowly disappearing as late evening hit until only Olivia remained and you tossed a crumpled up piece of paper onto her desk, telling her to get out of there. You knew she liked to stick around as late as she could, not wanting anyone to really be trapped all alone in the building and she was quick to ask if you’d eaten dinner yet. You laughed, saying you had your breakfast before you came in and that she better get home to get some sleep. If she complained of being tired when you finally did have to call her in, you’d hold it against her. That finally got her going, giving you a warm smile as she wished you goodnight and finally left the precinct.

Once office lights began to flick off and the downstairs desk attendant clocked in things fell into a state of stillness, quiet and calm seeping through the air. Your paperwork was actually done, the most recent case you’d been working on waiting on the jury and you appeared to be free from actual work. So you started on the more mundane tasks, things that didn’t get done until you were on night shift. You started out by cleaning your desk, tossing out old receipts, crumpled up pastry bags, pencils that were so slivered down they couldn’t be used. Grabbing the collection of coffee mugs from the bull pen you headed into the break room, loading up the sink with hot soapy water to take care of the dishes in there. The cleaning crew usually came through around midnight, so you tackled the fridge, throwing out anything and everything that wasn’t labelled, had been in there for too long or seemed to be growing its own ecosystem.

After a very thorough hand wash, you wandered back to your desk, phone in your hand as you ordered some food for dinner, though maybe it was technically your lunch. Having no messages, calls or emails waiting, you pulled out your I-pad, sitting it on your desk as you settled back into your chair, pulling up your most recent binge. You were starting to get a little antsy twenty minutes in, your foot tapping against the floor over and over again. If it were day shift you’d usually caught a case or had to trek over to the DA’s office by now, but you were still just sitting there wishing you had an easier way to get your steps in. Your prayers were partially answered when the desk sergeant called up saying your food was there and you got to jog down the stairs to pay the driver before wandering back up them to your desk.

You ate a couple of slices, snagged a soda from the machine and set the box off to the side as you turned your attention back to the screen in front of you. The cleaning crew came and went, efficiently working through the space in no time, waving a friendly hello and then goodbye to you once they were finished. It wasn’t much later after that when you heard the shuffling of feet coming from the hallway and you glanced up, half expecting the desk clerk to be coming to take advantage of the vending machines. Your head tilted when instead you spotted Alex, loose leggings and a fuzzy sweater wrapped around her frame, hair messily tied back.

“Lex?” You greeted and her head lifted up, a small smile on her cheeks when she saw you. “What’re you doing here? Please don’t tell me you’re gonna have to go wake up a judge.”

“No.” She replied with a small huff, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple before pulling over a spare chair and dropping into it. “Tried your apartment first, neighbour said they saw you leaving for work late so I figured you were stuck on night shift.”

“And you thought I needed a babysitter?” You asked with a tease and she shook her head at you.

“Long day. I just wanted to make sure I got to see you at some point.” She yawned, her hands sneaking under her glasses to rub furiously at her eyes.

“You could’ve just called.”

She glanced up at you, a nervous look in her eyes as she chewed on her lip for a minute before letting out a breath, “I can’t sleep. Can I just stay here?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, reaching out to squeeze at her knee, “course you can. Did you at least try to sleep? Or were you still up on the couch pouring over case files?”

“I did.” She revealed with a sigh, “stared at the ceiling tossing and turning for almost four hours before I gave up. My brain just won’t shut up.”

“Did you take your meds?” You asked and she glanced up at you with a sheepish look on her face, softly shaking her head.

“I ran out on Monday; didn’t realize I was so low and I couldn’t get an appointment for a refill until next Tuesday. I took the anxiety one at eight and doctor’s orders say I can’t take melatonin with it, so I’m just kinda out of luck.”

“Shit.” You frowned, squeezing at her leg again, “next time we’ll make sure you always have an immediate refill on hand.”

“Thanks.” Her hand caught yours, squeezing it softly as she smiled across at you.

“You eat?”

“Wasn’t really hungry.” She shrugged, “had a granola bar.”

“How about you dig into this,” you tugged the pizza box from the other side of the desk, flipping it open in front of her and when the smell wafted over to she felt her stomach begin to grumble. “I’ll see what they have for tea in the break room.”

Leaving a kiss on the top of her head you left her to it, commenting for her to change the Netflix to whatever she wanted while you were gone. Digging through the break room you were pleasantly surprised to find a box of chamomile tea, turning on the kettle and brewing a mug exactly the way Alex liked it. When you crossed back into the bull pen she was curled up in the spare chair, your NYPD hoodie you normally stashed in the lower drawer of your desk draped over her lap as her hands played with the fraying cuffs.

A warm smile overtook your features as you placed the mug down in front of her, kissing her cheek again before reminding her to eat. With a tired sigh she finally leant forward, taking a slice of pizza, a pleased groan leaving her when she found it still warm.

She’d chosen one of your mutual favourite comfort movies, a classic rom com with no drama or terribly corny jokes set in the city you’d made your home. She ate her slice and sipped at her tea while she watched, relaxing into your side as she did so. You had to answer a couple of texts over the course of the hour but otherwise you were pleasantly occupied and comfortable. There were about five minutes left in the movie when she was fully slumped on your shoulder, you could feel her steady breathing and were certain her eyes had finally closed even if she wasn’t asleep yet. Your fingers poked gently at her side and she grumbled, flinching away from your touch without moving her head off your shoulder.

“Don’t. I’m ticklish.”

“Sorry.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “lets get you to the crib, you can get some actual sleep.”

“Come with me?” She finally looked up at you with sapphire puppy dog eyes and a pout on her lips. You smiled softly, letting out a breath of a laugh.

“Okay, but only ‘til you fall asleep. I am on duty after all.”

“Fine.” She scowled, yawning, her eyes still drooping as she reluctantly stood from the chair, your hoodie still curled in her arms.

Alex shuffled away to the bunk room, letting herself in and leading you to the bunk burrowed in the corner. You grabbed a couple of extra pillows and blankets, making sure she was more than comfortable, tucked in and relaxed as she curled up on her side face you. Perched on the edge of the bed you smoothed back her hair, tucking it behind her ear as her eyes fell shut again, letting out a content sigh.

“Thank you.” She murmured; her voice muffled by the pillow.

“Anytime baby.” You whispered back, fingers trailing across her cheek before you kissed her forehead.

By the time you’d sat upright she was out like a light, soft snores echoing through the small room and a small smile crept onto your lips. Pulling out your phone you quickly set an alarm so she would have enough time to get home and get dressed properly for the day before having to return to the DA’s office and quietly made your way from the room. You knew it wasn’t much, but it really was the little things, knowing that whenever Alex was fighting a bout of insomnia she found solace and relief in you, that no matter where you were, she would eventually be lulled into comfort and thus sleep as long as you were around.

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[calex-in-subtext]

Olivia: Im obsessed with your top, alex.

*Alex pulling casey to her side protectively*

Alex: She has a name you know!