#Alex cabot x reader

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THE WAY SHE BEGS ｡𖦹°‧ g!p alex cabot x fem!reader - requested

you book the hotel with every intention of taking control — and alex cabot is more than willing to surrender. the night blurs between teasing, moaning, and something deeper that lingers in every touch. by morning, you’re both wrapped in warmth, sweat, and something neither of you can quite name

g!p alex, sub!alex, dom!reader, edging, riding, face-sitting, oral, cock slapping, begging, light degradation, spitting, cum play, after-care and cuddling

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The hotel smells like money. Leather polish, clean linen, something floral and expensive drifting from the halls. The suite is dim and decadent — warm amber light from a single standing lamp in the corner, gold trim on everything from the mirror frame to the bedside table. There’s a champagne bucket by the window. You didn’t ask for that, but you grin. You already know she’s going to end up on her knees before you even uncork it.

You’re still in your trench when she walks in behind you. You don’t turn around. Just loosen the buttons, shrug it off slowly, and let it fall in a pile at your feet. Underneath, it’s nothing but sheer black lace clinging to your skin — your tits pushed up, nipples already hard and visible through the delicate mesh, thong practically see-through between your thighs. You’re soft in all the right places, curves full and plush, legs thick, and your pussy’s already slick — not even from touching, just the thought of wrecking her tonight has you dripping.

Alex freezes in the doorway like she forgot how to function. “Fuck,” she breathes. Her voice is already hoarse.

You turn, slow, deliberate, meeting her eyes. “Strip. And do it right.”

She nods. There's a moment where she swallows, jaw flexing, trying to pull herself together — but you see the twitch at her throat, the way her fingers fumble at her buttons.

She starts with the blazer, sliding it off slow, eyes on you the whole time. Then her blouse — she undoes it button by button, teasing you without even meaning to, revealing smooth pale skin, a black lace bra that hugs her chest perfectly. Her boobs are round and perky, not huge but just enough to fit in your hands, soft with flushed nipples poking through the fabric. She hesitates — just for a second — before unclipping the front and letting it fall.

You walk over and run your fingers over the curve of one, then both. Squeeze gently, thumbs brushing her nipples until they stiffen. She shivers under your touch, trying to keep still, her breath catching every time you flick.

"Sensitive tonight, huh?" you murmur, leaning in to flick your tongue across one. "Good."

She’s already breathing harder when she moves to undo her slacks. They fall slowly, revealing those boxer-briefs you love — already tented and straining with the weight of her cock. It's thick and long even through the fabric, clearly aching.

“Let me see it,” you order.

She pulls her briefs down, and her cock springs free — thick and flushed dark red at the tip, heavy, drooling precum down the shaft. She’s at least eight inches, maybe more, curved just slightly upward, with veins running along the sides and that fat head already leaking like she’s been edged for hours.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking hard already,” you mutter, stepping closer. You press your palm against it — it twitches under your touch, heavy and hot. You stroke it once, twice — slow, firm pulls from the base up, watching her knees almost buckle.

She moans under her breath, trying to keep her hips still. You slap it once; not hard, but enough to make her hiss. Then again. Her whole body jerks.

“You get turned on from that?” you smirk, grabbing it tighter. “God, you’re fucking filthy.”

You spit on it. A thick glob right on the head. It slides down slowly, mixing with her precum, making your hand glide easier as you jerk her off.

She groans, low and desperate, her abs tightening.

You push her back onto the bed and follow, straddling her thighs, tits bouncing slightly with the motion. Her cock lies flat against her stomach now, smeared with your spit and slick, twitching every time your fingers graze it.

You lean down and drag your tongue along the underside, slow and wet, then pop the tip in your mouth for just a second — then pull back before she can even buck.

“No,” you warn, pressing a hand to her chest. “You don’t get to cum yet.”

She whines. You love when she gets like this — all that lawyer control and power stripped away, and now she’s trembling under your touch, completely at your mercy.

You grip her cock again, stroking it with a slow, tight rhythm — not fast enough to get her there, just enough to push her closer and closer. Your other hand plays with her chest, tweaking one nipple, then the other, watching the way she gasps, chest arching into your touch. You spit again, right onto her tits this time, and smear it down over her stomach before grabbing her cock even tighter.

Her eyes roll back when your thumb brushes over the head — just barely — and her hips twitch upward involuntarily.

“Ah ah— what did I say?” you snap, and slap her cock again. It twitches violently, another pulse of precum oozing out.

“I’m sorryfuck— please, I—” she’s starting to fall apart already.

“Not good enough.”

You edge her again, building her right to the edge, then stopping completely. Her whole body tenses, thighs shaking, her cock flushed and leaking and throbbing with how bad she needs it.

You sit back on your heels and watch her squirm.

“Beg for it.”

Her whole body is trembling now. Her fists are clenched in the sheets, abs flexing, her cock twitching wildly with every heartbeat. It’s soaked — your spit, her precum, all of it smeared across her lower stomach in a messy, desperate trail. Her chest is heaving. Her tits are flushed, nipples swollen from how much you’ve played with them, and her jaw’s gone slack, like she’s right on the edge of crying or cumming or both.

You stroke her again — slow and cruel, from the thick base all the way up to the dripping, swollen head. Your grip tightens just enough to make her hips twitch, but not enough to send her over.

“Don’t cum until I say,” you warn again, low and sharp in her ear. “Or I’ll walk out of this hotel and leave you like this.”

She whines — a real one this time, high and wrecked and needy. “Please. Fuck— I can’t— I’m so— please, I’ll be good, I’ll—”

“Oh, I know you will.”

You speed up. Just slightly. Just enough to let her spiral. Your hand works her cock with tight, practiced strokes, twisting at the top, teasing your thumb over the head each time she leaks more for you. Her entire body locks up beneath you, back arching, muscles tense like she’s about to snap.

And then you give her what she wants.

“Cum.”

She doesn't even last a second. Her mouth drops open and she screams, back arching off the bed as her cock jerks violently in your hand. Thick ropes shoot up across her stomach, her chest, even up to her neck — long, hot spurts of cum landing in messy streaks on her skin. It just keeps coming, more than she probably knew she had in her, her whole body shaking as you milk her through it with slow, stroking motions that don’t stop until she’s twitching from overstimulation.

You watch the mess spread — glistening lines dripping down her collarbone, pooling just above her tits, dripping over her soft stomach. Her cock’s still pulsing, twitching every time you drag your palm along it, like she’s still begging even after she’s gotten everything.

You smile.

And then, without saying a word, you lean down — slow, deliberate — and lick a stripe right across her chest. You taste her — warm, salty, still fresh — and drag your tongue up between her tits, licking the cum off her sternum like it’s dessert. Your eyes never leave hers as you do it, and when you finally pull back, you’re smirking, licking your lips, a satisfied gleam in your eye like you’ve just devoured her.

Alex looks like she’s been hit by a truck.

Eyes wide, lips parted, completely fucked out and ruined and still twitching. Her cock’s softening now, but there’s still a trail of cum sliding down her ribs, and you watch it for a moment like you’re debating whether to clean up the rest with your tongue or your fingers.

“You taste better than I thought you would,” you murmur, voice smug and low.

And she moans like you just made her cum all over again.

Alex is still catching her breath, chest rising and falling in short, shallow gasps. Her skin is slick with sweat and cum, and her cock lies soft against her thigh, still twitching slightly from how hard she just came. She looks ruined in the best way — eyes glazed, lips swollen, completely blissed out.

But you’re not done with her.

You slide up her body slowly, dragging your thighs across her stomach, smearing her own cum across your skin without a care. The way she watches you — dazed, helpless, hungry — makes your whole body pulse. You stop when your thighs are on either side of her face, your dripping pussy hovering just inches above her lips.

Her eyes flick up to meet yours. The look in them is pleading. Obedient. Eager.

“You want a taste?” you murmur, one hand threading through her damp blonde hair.

She nods weakly. “Please…”

“Then open your mouth.”

She does — wide and ready — and you sink down onto her face like you own it. Your thighs frame her head, your hands gripping the headboard behind her as you grind your soaked pussy against her waiting mouth.

The first swipe of her tongue makes you groan out loud. She licks you like she’s starving — slow at first, savoring it, then faster, her tongue flicking against your clit just right. She moans into you, and the vibration makes you grind down harder, fucking her mouth with slow, steady rhythm.

You’re so wet. You can feel it dripping down your thighs, mixing with the mess already on her face. Her tongue slides deep between your folds, and then up to circle your clit with relentless pressure, and you can’t help the way your hips buck forward.

“That’s it,” you gasp, looking down at her. “You like that? You like it when I use your face to cum?”

She moans again, desperate, and nods as best she can beneath you.

You roll your hips against her mouth, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as the pressure builds. Her hands grip your thighs, not guiding — just holding on, like she needs something to anchor her while you ride her like this. Her nose presses against your clit each time you rock forward, and it’s perfect — slick, messy, filthy perfection.

Your orgasm hits fast and hot. Your thighs clench around her head, your whole body arching as you cry out, grinding down harder as you cum all over her mouth. She doesn’t stop — doesn’t slow — just keeps licking, swallowing everything you give her like it’s the only thing keeping her alive.

When you finally lift off her, your legs are shaking, and her face is soaked — mouth open, lips swollen, her cheeks shiny with your slick. She looks up at you like she’s never seen anything more holy.

You lean down, brushing a thumb across her cheek.

“Good girl,” you whisper, breath still ragged. “Didn’t waste a drop.”

Alex is still breathless, her face slick with you, her cheeks flushed and hair a mess. She looks like sin laid bare — and you haven’t even gotten back on her cock yet.

You don’t say anything at first. You just move. Slow and commanding, like you know exactly how this ends. You shift down her body, trailing your fingers along her stomach, across the lingering smear of cum still on her skin. Her cock is already hardening again beneath you — twitching back to life like it knows what’s coming.

When you straddle her again, it’s with full intent. Her cock is thick and glistening, lying hot against her abs, and you reach between your legs to line it up, running the head through your soaked folds — letting her feel how drenched you still are from her tongue.

“Look at me,” you whisper.

She does, eyes glassy, lips parted.

“You can touch me now.”

The second the words are out, her hands fly to your hips. Then your waist. Then up — smoothing over your stomach, finding your tits, cupping them like she’s been dying to feel the weight of them again. Her thumbs flick over your nipples and you shudder, sinking down on her cock in one long, slow motion.

You both gasp.

She stretches you wide — so deep, so thick it makes your walls clench tight around her. You don’t move at first, just stay there, full of her, letting her feel every inch. Her hands are everywhere now — gripping your hips, then sliding up to hold your tits again, squeezing, stroking, worshipping.

When you start to ride her, it’s slow and fluid — hips rolling in a smooth, practiced rhythm, your wet heat dragging over her cock with every stroke. You grind your clit against her pubic bone with each bounce, chasing friction, breath hitching each time the angle hits just right.

Alex’s hands slide down again — one stays on your tit, the other slipping between your legs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow, tight circles that make your whole body jerk.

“Fuck, Alex—” you breathe, already trembling again.

She leans up, pulling you down into a kiss — and it’s everything. Desperate, filthy, intimate. Her tongue tangles with yours, her hand still on your clit, the other grabbing your ass to pull you down harder on her cock. You ride her faster, messier now, the slap of your skin against hers echoing through the room, your moans caught between your mouths.

You’re both close — so close — and you press your forehead to hers, panting.

“Cum with me,” you whisper.

And she does.

Her cock pulses deep inside you, thick spurts filling you up as your pussy clenches around her, your own orgasm crashing down in waves. Your thighs tremble, your back arches, and you cry out as she fucks up into you through it, hands still holding you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

When it fades, you collapse against her chest, still full of her, her hands cradling your body like something fragile.

And for a long moment, you just breathe together — tangled up, soaked in sweat and slick and cum, completely undone.

Alex is still beneath you, breathing slow, eyes fluttering closed. Her hands are gentle now, one on your back, the other resting over your thigh like she’s trying to hold onto every second. There’s cum dripping out of you both, sweat drying sticky on your skin, and her mouth is slightly parted, like she’s still dazed — fucked out in the best possible way.

You kiss her softly — not hungry, not teasing — just a slow press of your lips to hers as your fingers brush back the strands of blonde hair stuck to her forehead.

“Stay here,” you whisper against her lips. “I’ve got you.”

She nods, not even opening her eyes. Just trusts you completely.

You peel yourself off her carefully, your legs shaking a little as you stand, and pad to the bathroom, turning on the tap for the tub. The hotel’s high-end — you made sure of it when you booked — and the bath fills fast, the water steaming and fragrant as you add in a bit of the lavender soak from the tray on the counter. The scent curls into the air, soft and calming.

By the time you come back, she’s shifted a little, one arm draped over her eyes, her body glowing in the low light, streaked with dried sweat and the shine of everything you did to her. You press a kiss to her shoulder.

“C��mon, baby,” you murmur. “Bath’s ready.”

She hums — low, content — and lets you guide her up. Her limbs are loose, lazy, and you hold her steady as she steps into the water. She sinks down with a soft sigh, head resting back against the edge, eyes fluttering closed again as the warmth wraps around her. Her hair floats around her shoulders, and your fingerprints are still visible on her hips and thighs.

You slide in behind her, pulling her gently between your legs so her back rests against your chest. Your arms wrap around her waist beneath the water, and you kiss the side of her neck — slow and open-mouthed, just breathing her in.

For a while, there’s no sound but the soft trickle of the tap and the shifting of water.

You take your time washing her. You cup warm water in your hands, pouring it over her chest, her stomach, down her thighs. You clean her tenderly — not because she can’t do it herself, but because you want to. Your fingers glide across her skin, pausing over the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the strong line of her thighs.

When you run a soft cloth between her legs, she flinches just slightly, sensitive, and you press a kiss to the back of her shoulder.

“Too much?”

She shakes her head. “No… just—feels good. You’re being so gentle.”

You smile against her skin. “You deserve that.”

After you’re both clean, you just sit there with her — your arms around her, her body warm and relaxed in yours. You run your fingers slowly through her hair, massaging her scalp, and feel the tension melt from her muscles with every breath.

“I love how quiet you get after,” you murmur. “Like I’ve short-circuited your brain.”

She laughs — soft and sleepy — and turns her head just enough to catch your lips in a kiss. “You kind of did.”

You tilt her chin back for another kiss — slow and deep this time — one hand splayed over her chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath. Her hand finds yours under the water, fingers twining together.

You don’t rush. Don’t speak much. Just hold her. Kiss her. Let her drift in the warmth of the bath and your body. Safe, seen, completely undone in your arms — not from the sex, but from the way you never leave her when it’s over.

From how you always stay.

The bath leaves you both boneless, skin flushed from the heat, hair damp, lips soft from too many lazy kisses. You towel her off first, slow and sweet, like she might melt in your hands if you go too fast. She leans into every touch, eyes half-lidded, humming under her breath as you wrap her in the hotel’s plush white robe.

“You really like babying me after you ruin me, huh?” she murmurs, lips quirking in that low, smug little smile.

You grin, brushing her damp hair off her forehead. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you fall apart and put you back together.”

Alex laughs — a quiet, tired little sound that makes your chest ache in the best way.

You crawl back into bed first, pulling back the covers, and she slips in right behind you. The sheets are cool against your skin, the room dim and quiet except for the muffled hum of city traffic far below. You pull her into your arms immediately — not to fuck, not to tease, just to hold. Her legs tangle with yours, and her head rests on your shoulder, one hand resting low on your stomach under the blanket.

She’s still smiling.

You brush your lips against her temple. “You’re warm,” you murmur.

“Mmm,” she hums, already sounding halfway gone. “So are you. You’re like a sexy, aggressive space heater.”

You snort softly. “Not the nickname I was expecting, but I’ll allow it.”

There’s a pause. Then, from her, in a low voice, “You’re really good at that.”

“At what?”

“Everything. I mean—ruining me, yeah. Obviously. But also… this. This part.”

You glance down. She’s watching you with that sleepy, honest look that only comes out when her defenses are completely gone.

You kiss her again — forehead, cheek, nose. “That’s the part I like the most.”

Alex melts into you even more, burrowing in until her face is pressed to the curve of your neck.

“…You smell good,” she mumbles. “Like sex and lavender and… something else.”

“Victory,” you say, grinning. “You’re literally curled up against the person who wrecked you.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“And yet,” you whisper, voice smug and soft, “you’re the one wrapped around me like a blanket.”

She laughs again, quieter this time, breath warm against your collarbone.

“…I’m never sleeping alone again,” she adds after a moment, already drifting. “I’ll actually riot.”

You smile and pull the blanket higher around you both. “I’ll start packing my toothbrush.”

Her breathing starts to even out, body relaxed and pressed flush to yours, her hand still curled gently around your side. You close your eyes, listening to her heartbeat, your own pulse syncing with hers, the two of you cocooned in warmth, skin on skin, hearts stripped bare.

The last thing either of you says is a quiet, mumbled, “I love this,” before sleep takes you both — tangled together in a hotel bed, in the city that doesn’t sleep, as if the world has gone quiet just for you.

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[aubvrns]

"Longer Than A Fortnight"

| SVU & Headcanons

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

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

(Female centered, but no pronouns used.)

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!!

Olivia Benson

• — Olivia Benson is 100% acts of service.

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

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

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

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

• — Though, she craves for words of affirmation.

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

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

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

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

Elliot Stabler

• — This man is so quality time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alexandra Cabot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Casey Novak

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

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

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

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

• — Smiling lovingly, she unconsciously pulls you closer.

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

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

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

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

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

!!

[hocuspocusbabyy]

Boss Alex Cabot?! You’re late..

Not hours, however late enough that it’s going to cost you. She’s already decided.

You slip in through the back, handing your coat to some waiter and passing through the kitchen onto the floor. Snagging a glass of champagne from the closest vendor. You circle, yet she’s too preluded.

Her hand grasping the elbow of an investments banker. Her tongue inching just that breath too close as she carrels him into another donation. The silk of her dress draped at his knee as she crossed her legs. Leaning back on the arm of his chair, winking as another guest navigated the conversation.

Counting to keep your posture straight just fluster, the blondes eyes on you as you head towards the bar.

That’s when Casey Novak finds you.

“Late,” she says with a half smile. “here I was thinking she kept you on a tight leash.”

She grinned with her smooth charm, eyes a little too curious. You had to admit she was gorgeous. Her voice accented in your ear, “You clean up well. Think she noticed?” And instead of stepping away — you smiled. Laughed even.

Hooking your palm at Casey’s arm. As her lips brushed the apple of your cheek. You huff a short laugh as you push her gently. “Wishful thinking?”

“Maybe.” Her gaze flicks toward Alex. “She’s been very well-behaved tonight.”

She orders a drink. You hate that she’s interesting. However Casey could only take so much avoiding eye contact, glancing over your shoulder. The redhead leaned down, kissing the side of your face again, whispering, “She noticed, you know. The second you walked in, I know because I saw you too.”

You exhale, tension shifting from your neck to your stomach. Casey’s hand drawing down the exposed section of your spine.

Alex had picked your dress. You knew she would be watching, though you’re too fearful to look.

You down your drink, ignoring how it tips out the corners of your mouth. Wiping it away as you excuse yourself to the restroom. The scratch of anxiety itching at your chest as you press your wrists into the cold tap.

You don’t realize how tense your shoulders were until you’re standing in front of the mirror, alone. Drawn back? Larger, defensive.

The lights above hum quietly, casting soft gold across the cool marble sink. The door behind you has clicked shut, leaving the noise of the fundraiser muted, distant.

You press your palms into the countertop, head bowed slightly. You don’t need to look up. You already know.

You meet her in the mirror.

Clearing your throat. “I—”

“Don’t.” Her hand raises towards you, a single finger pointing at you as the others curl into her glass.

Your turn towards her, straightening your dress briefly before forcing yourself to meet her gaze. Chin held high even as she processed you. Presenting yourself.

Taking a sip, she hums, squinting slightly as she mulls her options. Pressing the martini glass into her chest, folding her arms as she

walks forward, slow and measured.

“Turn back around” She orders, each step is practiced, barely a sound on the tile. Looking you up and down.

Yet you clutch the sink tighter as you turn. Unsure of where exactly she stood in the room.

She doesn’t stop until she’s in your space. Close. Her body radiates warmth yet you shiver. The silk material of her dress, lapping against your exposed back.

You chance a glance in the mirror.

“You’re late,” she says quietly. Her nose awfully close to your ear as she brushes your hair out of the way.

You open your mouth, but her eyes drop to your mouth, then collar and you forget what you were going to say. She’s watching your over your shoulder, her gaze heavy. Her bun has softened at the edges, strands of blonde framing her flushed face.

She frowns, you could practically feel her skin contract against your neck.

“You made me wait,” she says, voice quiet and clean. Her earrings catch the light. Her thumb brushes against your ribs. A slow, steady pressure.

You couldn’t dare yourself to speak.

“You want to be seen,” she says, breath warm as her lips press to your cheek “Is that it?”, Her hand lifts. Knuckles brushing the side of your neck, trailing up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. The back of her fingers slide along your jaw before her palm rests against your throat. Squeezing.

Then she leans in, not too fast. Her movements slow, soft, careful. Deliberate. Her mouth hovers near your ear.

And then — she bites.

Her teeth sink in just enough to leave the imprint, just enough to make your hand twitch against the sink and back arch against her chest.

You gasp, quietly. Her gripped loosened, her hand drawing away with a gently tap xxagainst your windpipe.

Her lips trace the place where her teeth were. “You embarrassed me.”

Her hand comes to rest at your waist now. The heat of it sears through the fabric.

“And I’ll forgive you.”

She lets that linger — her mouth still near your ear.

“But not tonight.” She steps back an inch, enough to see your face. To see your reaction as she pulls your hips harshly into hers.

“You’ll make it up to me,” she whispers with a simple kiss on the cheek, she fluffs your hair. Wipes your chin with the pad of her thumb as she pulls back.

You can do little but nods, her skin already heated with bruising. The embarrassment stood little chance against the guilt you felt.

She adjusts the strap of her gown. Runs two fingers across the inner curve of her mouth, as she bends over the sink. Nudging you aside, clearing her smudged lipstick.

“Try not to embarrass yourself again.” She stated with a pop of her lips, now freshly reapplied. She walked away.

@iwoulddieforher I lost your ask because of course I did. Not at all what you asked for either ahah.

[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.

[olderwomenenthusiast]

lesson in control (alex cabot)

PAIRING: alex cabot & fem reader DESCRIPTION: alex is in complete control over your body CAUTION: no plot, just smut. overstimulation, power dynamics, edging, ice play, slapping WORD COUNT: 2.2k AUTHOR'S NOTE: i need alex to fuck me, oh & this is not proof read cause i'm lazy x

MASTERLIST

The air in Alex's bedroom is thick - humid, electric, laced with the scent of sweat and sex. The room is dimly lit, the warm glow of the city filtering in through the windows, casting long shadows across the bed where you're sprawled out, utterly exposed. Outside, Manhattan hums with distant life - cars honking, the occasional wail of a siren but inside? The only sounds that matter are the ragged staccato of your breath, the wet, obscene noises between your legs, and her voice - low, measured, commanding.

Alex remains fully clothed, poised between your trembling thighs, watching you with a sharp, predatory glint in her blue eyes. Her silk blouse remains crisp, barely wrinkled despite how long she’s been toying with you, and her fitted skirt hugs her curves as if she had no intention of ever being anything less than composed. She is the picture of control, untouched and untouched by but you? You are wrecked. Your body is fevered, your skin flushed, thighs twitching with every calculated brush of her fingertips. Every muscle in your body is coiled so tightly, burning with need, but she refuses to let you find release.

She drags a single manicured nail down the center of your stomach, feather-light, barely a touch at all, but it sends a violent shiver through you. Your back arches instinctively, your body chasing after her, desperate for more, but before you can make contact, her free hand presses down on your lower abdomen, pinning you to the bed with infuriating ease.

"Look at you," Alex muses, her voice smooth, almost amused, as she traces lazy circles just above your navel. "You're shaking. Poor thing." She clicks her tongue, shifting slightly, pressing the barest hint of her thigh against your swollen, aching clit. The friction is barely anything, just enough to tease, and yet, it sends a broken whimper tumbling past your lips. "You need me so badly, don’t you?"

The need is unbearable, insatiable. You nod frantically, your hands twitching where they’ve been fisted into the sheets for what feels like hours now, your nails biting into the fabric. "Yes," you gasp, voice wrecked, completely devoid of the dignity you might’ve had at the beginning of the night. "Please, Alex --"

The sharp, stinging slap to your clit comes without warning, sending a searing jolt through your entire body. You scream, your hips jerking violently off the bed, but she catches your movement easily, pressing you back down with unyielding strength.

"That’s not how you ask," Alex says, her voice as steady as ever, but there’s a warning edge beneath it.

Tears sting your eyes, your entire body throbbing, every nerve ending alive with overstimulation. "Alex, please," you plead, voice shaking. "Please let me cum. I can't --"

Another slap, sharper this time, lands directly against your clit, and your whole body convulses from the sudden sting of pain mixed with pleasure.

"Did I say you could cum?" Alex asks, tilting her head as she watches you, her lips curling into a smirk. She reaches up, pinching one of your nipples between her fingers, rolling it just enough to make you whimper, before giving it a cruel twist. The pain sparks something new, something dangerous, and you gasp, your hips bucking up again, but she simply tuts at you, shaking her head. "So fucking desperate," she murmurs, giving your nipple another sharp pinch before releasing it, her nails raking lightly down the slope of your breast. "You think just because you're wet and begging, I should give you what you want?"

You nod frantically, but she only chuckles, leaning in close, her breath hot against your throat. "Oh, sweetheart," she murmurs, lips barely brushing against your skin. "You don't get to decide. I do."

And then, suddenly, finally, her fingers slam into you, two at once, stretching you wide with no warning, no buildup. The sheer force of it sends a strangled moan tearing from your throat, your back arching, your legs trembling as she sets a ruthless, unrelenting pace.

"Fuck, Alex --"

"That's better," she purrs, curling her fingers just right, pressing into that spot that makes your vision whiten. "God, listen to you. Listen to how fucking wet you are."

The lewd, wet sounds of her fingers pumping into you are obscene, the slick noise mixing with your breathless gasps, your body completely helpless beneath her. Her thumb brushes over your clit, just once, just enough to send a new wave of desperation surging through you.

"Please," you gasp, your hands scrambling against the sheets, your body climbing too fast, your release teetering right there. "Please, Alex, I'm—I'm gonna—"

And just when you're at the very edge, when your body is locking up, ready to break, she pulls her fingers out completely.

You scream.

"Oh, sweetheart," Alex coos mockingly, holding up her soaked fingers, watching the way your slick glistens in the dim light. "Did you really think I'd let you cum?"

Tears spill over, frustration burning hot, but she only smirks, gripping your chin with her clean hand, tilting your face up until your eyes meet hers. "You’ll cum when I let you," she reminds you, her voice quiet, lethal. "And not a second before."

She shifts, lowering herself between your legs, her breath a ghost over your throbbing clit. "One more," she decides, lips brushing against your inner thigh, her nails digging into your hips, holding you down. "Then, maybe, if you’re good, I’ll let you cum."

And then she ruins you.

Her tongue flicks over your clit, sharp, precise, before she sucks it into her mouth, the sensation sending a violent shudder through your entire body. Her fingers plunge back inside you in an instant, curling deep, pressing hard, fucking into you with purpose. The pleasure is devastating, raw, building so fast you can’t even breathe.

"Alex—!"

"Cum," she orders, her voice absolute, demanding. "Now."

The orgasm slams into you like a tidal wave, crashing through every muscle in your body. You wail, your thighs clenching around her head as you soak her fingers, the pleasure so intense it’s almost unbearable.

But she doesn’t stop.

She works you through it, dragging every aftershock from your wrecked body, her mouth still sealed over your clit, forcing another orgasm from you before the first has even ended. You sob her name, thrashing, your body utterly spent, but she holds you down, relentless, merciless—

"One more," she purrs, her tongue flicking just right.

You barely have time to take a breath before another violent, brutal orgasm wracks through you, your vision going completely white, your body collapsing against the mattress, utterly ruined.

Alex finally pulls away, licking her lips as she watches you with amusement, completely satisfied with the mess she’s made of you. She kisses her way up your body, slow, deliberate, before pressing her lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

Then, her fingers trace lazily down your stomach again, teasing, possessive.

"But we’re not done yet."

Your body is wrecked.

Your limbs are useless, boneless against the bed, every muscle quivering with aftershocks from the relentless pleasure Alex has wrung out of you. Your skin burns - hot, fevered, sticky with sweat, your chest rising and falling in sharp, unsteady gasps. You can feel your own wetness pooling beneath you, soaking into the sheets, a filthy testament to just how thoroughly she’s ruined you.

And yet, despite how overstimulated you are, despite the way your thighs tremble from exertion, despite the fact that you’re still struggling to catch your breath.

She’s not done with you yet.

Alex watches you with a smirk, still fully clothed, still perfectly composed, her lips slick with your arousal. Her blue eyes glint in the dim light, sharp and knowing, completely satisfied with the way you lay before her; spent, desperate, trembling, utterly at her mercy.

“You look so pretty like this,” she murmurs, trailing her fingertips along your inner thigh, dragging them through the evidence of your ruin. “So fucked-out. So pliant. But I wonder…” She tilts her head, smirking as she brings her glistening fingers up to her lips, sucking them clean with a low hum of approval. “…how much more you can take.”

Your breath stutters, your pulse pounding.

Alex reaches over to the nightstand, retrieving a crystal tumbler of whiskey she’d left untouched earlier. The glass clinks softly as she lifts it, swirling the liquid inside, but it’s not the whiskey that makes your breath hitch; it’s the single, slowly melting ice cube floating in the amber depths.

She catches your reaction immediately, her smirk widening. “Oh?” she teases, taking a slow sip of her drink, her lips wrapping around the rim of the glass, her tongue flicking out just slightly to taste the whiskey. “Does the thought of this make you nervous, sweetheart?”

You swallow thickly, your entire body too sensitive, too exposed. The heat still lingers in every inch of your skin, every nerve raw and aching from the overstimulation she’s already put you through. The idea of cold and of ice against your still-throbbing clit sends an involuntary shiver down your spine.

Alex sees it. And she relishes it.

“Oh, you are nervous.” She chuckles, setting the glass down and plucking the ice cube between her fingers. “Good.”

Your stomach tightens as she leans in, dragging the melting ice along the curve of your collarbone, leaving behind a slick, freezing trail that makes you shiver violently. Your breath catches, your oversensitive skin recoiling and craving more all at once.

“Still so warm,” she muses, her voice a low purr. “Still so flushed. I should help you cool down, shouldn’t I?”

Before you can answer, she presses the ice directly against your nipple.

You yelp, your back arching off the bed as the sudden cold burns against your already-sensitive skin. The contrast is devastating. Your body is still burning from before, still hypersensitive, and the ice is too much, a sharp, shocking sting that makes your nipple pebble instantly beneath the freezing touch.

Alex watches your reaction with dark amusement, rolling the ice in slow, lazy circles, painting your hardened peak with melting trails of cold water. “Shh,” she soothes mockingly, her free hand pressing down on your stomach to keep you still. “Be good for me, sweetheart.”

The ice trails lower, gliding across your sternum, tracing the line between your ribs, before she reaches your other breast. She hovers for a moment, letting the anticipation build, watching the way your chest heaves in uneven, desperate breaths. Then, without warning, she presses the ice to your other nipple, rubbing slow, agonizing circles over the peak.

You whimper, your entire body tightening, twisting beneath her.

“Oh, poor thing,” Alex coos, feigning sympathy. “Is it too much?” She rolls the ice between her fingers, twisting the bud until it's painfully erect, before leaning down and taking it into her mouth.

The contrast is unbearable - her warm, wet tongue circling where the ice had just been, the sharp sting of cold soothed instantly by the heat of her mouth. You sob at the sensation, your hands flying to tangle in her hair, but she grabs your wrists, pinning them down beside your head with a single sharp command:

“Don’t move.”

You go still immediately.

She rewards you with a slow, deliberate suck, her tongue flicking teasingly against your nipple before she pulls away, the ice cube still pressed between her fingers, melting faster now.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” she murmurs, kissing her way down your stomach, her breath warm, her lips soft, while the ice continues its slow, torturous path downward.

Your entire body tenses when she reaches the juncture of your thighs.

"Relax," Alex murmurs, her voice a silk-draped command. "I promise, sweetheart… this is going to feel so good."

And then, before you can protest, she presses the ice directly against your clit.

A broken, shattered moan rips from your throat as the cold sears through you, sharp and biting against your still-throbbing, oversensitive nerves. Your hips jerk violently, your body instinctively trying to escape the sensation, but Alex pins you down with firm hands on your thighs, refusing to let you move an inch.

“Oh, fuck—”

"That's right," she hums, watching your reaction with keen interest. "Feel that? How fucking alive you are right now?"

You can barely breathe.

The ice moves in slow, teasing circles, the melting water dripping down your folds, trailing over your swollen entrance, making everything slick - too much, too cold, too intense, before Alex suddenly slaps your clit, sending a new jolt of sensation through you.

You scream.

Your entire body convulses, pleasure and pain colliding in brutal, devastating waves.

"Shh," Alex soothes, though there’s nothing soothing about her tone. "Almost there."

She finally, finally drops the last sliver of ice between your legs, lets it melt against your soaked folds, while she leans down and seals her mouth over your overstimulated clit, her warm, wet tongue laving over where the ice had just been, soothing the raw nerves before sucking you deep.

Your body shatters.

The orgasm destroys you, ripping through every cell in your body, leaving you sobbing, thrashing, shaking beneath her. Your muscles seize, your legs tremble violently, and Alex doesn't let up, not even a little, her fingers pushing inside you deep, fucking you through every aftershock until you have nothing left to give.

When she finally pulls away, you're wrecked. Completely ruined.

She smirks, wiping her mouth as she watches you struggle to catch your breath.

Then, with a satisfied hum, she leans in and presses a slow, claiming kiss to your lips.

"Now we’re done."

[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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[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

[theartofcollapse]

a/n: I'm back guys, exams all done! thanks for being patient with me. feel free to send as many requests as you would like. summary: y/n gets extremely bored while Alex is working from home and she desperately needs attention. pairing: Alex Cabot x female reader warnings: none word count: 2.5K

masterlist

Bored - Alex Cabot

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and Alex was - unsurprisingly - working. Y/N had long since given up trying to convince her girlfriend that weekends were meant for relaxation. If anything, Alex seemed to take weekends as a personal challenge to be even more productive.

Currently, she was perched at the dining table, glasses low on her nose, typing furiously on her laptop. A neat stack of legal briefs sat beside her, color-coded sticky notes peeking out from the pages like tiny flags of impending doom.

Y/N, on the other hand, was bored to death.

At first, she tried to entertain herself. She scrolled through her phone, watched a few episodes of a show she didn’t really care about, played fetch with their dog (who promptly lost interest after five throws), and even considered cleaning—considered. But it had been hours, and she was dying.

Finally, she decided she’d had enough. With a dramatic sigh, she stood up, walked over to where Alex was working, and leaned down until her chin rested on Alex’s shoulder.

“You wanna get your ass beaten in Uno?” Y/N asked, her voice dripping with challenge.

Alex didn’t even look up. “Mmm. No.”

“Wow. You didn’t even think about it.”

“I did. And I decided no,” Alex replied, typing something that sounded very official and very boring.

Y/N straightened up and narrowed her eyes. “So you’re just gonna work all day while I wither away from lack of attention?”

“You could read a book,” Alex suggested.

“I could also eat glass, but you don’t see me doing that either.”

Alex sighed, finally sparing her a glance. “Give me another hour.”

“Another hour?!” Y/N threw her hands up. “Alexandra, I am a woman on the edge. Either you play Uno with me, or I start acting feral.”

That made Alex smirk. “Feral, huh?”

“Yes. Full chaos mode. No rules. No laws. Do you really want that?”

Alex gave her a look, the kind that said ‘I deal with hardened criminals daily. You do not scare me.’

Y/N huffed. “Fine. You leave me no choice.”

She stalked away, leaving Alex to shake her head and go back to work.

Y/N started small. She “accidentally” dropped things near Alex. A pen here. A book there. At one point, she spilled an entire bag of Skittles onto the floor, each one making an unnecessarily loud plinking noise.

Alex exhaled sharply through her nose. “Are you five?”

“I’m bored,” Y/N groaned, dramatically flopping onto the couch.

“You should’ve thought about that before dating a lawyer.”

“Okay, then I have no choice but to escalate.”

Alex shook her head, already resigning herself to whatever nonsense Y/N was about to pull.

She tried snuggling up to Alex, draping herself over her shoulders like a human scarf.

Alex gently pushed her off.

Then tried poking her arm repeatedly.

Alex ignored it.

Y/N started dramatically sighing at random intervals.

Alex turned to her with the patience of a saint. “Is there a reason you’re being extra annoying today?”

“Yes,” Y/N pouted. “You’re not paying attention to me. If I wanted to be neglected, I’d text my landlord about fixing the leak in our sink.”

Alex finally closed her laptop. “Okay. One game. Then I go back to work.”

“One game?” Y/N scoffed. “You’re adorable. It’s never one game.”

Alex rolled her eyes but indulged her anyway, setting her laptop aside as Y/N ran to grab the Uno deck.

They sat across from each other, the cards dealt, the battlefield set. Y/N cracked her knuckles like she was preparing for war.

Alex raised an unimpressed brow. “You’re very dramatic.”

“And you’re about to lose.”

The game started off simple, both of them playing civilly. But then, Y/N played a Draw Four on Alex.

Alex narrowed her eyes. “I see how it is.”

Y/N grinned innocently. “I don’t make the rules.”

Alex drew her four cards, her lawyer brain already calculating revenge.

And then, chaos.

Reverse cards were thrown like daggers. Draw Twos stacked higher than Alex’s legal briefs. Y/N cackled when she skipped Alex for the third time in a row.

“You’re evil,” Alex muttered.

“And you’re losing,” Y/N sing-songed.

But then, Alex played a Draw Four right when Y/N had one card left.

Her smug grin vanished. “No. No, no, no. You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, but I do,” Alex said, smirking as she slid the extra cards toward Y/N.

Y/N scowled, snatching them up. “This is a betrayal of the highest order.”

“Should’ve thought about that before bullying me into playing.”

The game stretched on, both refusing to back down. At one point, Y/N attempted to subtly throw a card under the table, but Alex caught her mid-act.

“Did you just cheat?”

“It’s called creative strategy.”

Alex stared at her, deadpan.

Y/N sighed. “Fine. I may have bent the rules slightly.”

Alex shook her head, laughing. “You are ridiculous.”

“And you love me.”

“That is debatable right now.”

Eventually, after an unfair amount of Draw Twos, Alex won.

Y/N gaped at her. “You cheated.”

“I played legally,” Alex corrected, smirking as she stretched. “And now, I return to work.”

“WHAT?!” Y/N gasped. “You can’t just win and leave!”

“That was the deal.”

“You monster.”

Alex chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N’s forehead before heading back to her laptop. “You’ll survive.”

Y/N crossed her arms, stewing.

And then��

“I challenge you to a rematch.”

Alex didn’t even look up. “Not happening.”

“Best two out of three!”

“Still no.”

Y/N groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. “I hate dating a lawyer.”

Alex just smirked. “No, you don’t.”

Y/N wasn’t one to accept defeat gracefully. No, she thrived on revenge. And if Alex thought she was going to just sit there quietly while she went back to her boring lawyer things, she had severely underestimated the level of chaos Y/N was willing to unleash.

For a moment, Y/N considered flipping the Uno table. Full, dramatic rebellion. But then she realized it wasn’t a table - it was the dining table. Their dining table. The very expensive, very heavy dining table that Alex would absolutely murder her for damaging.

So, she had to be smarter.

Quietly, Y/N slipped away into the kitchen.

Alex was back to typing, her fingers moving fast over the keyboard. Completely immersed.

Y/N peeked around the corner, watching. Waiting. Calculating.

Then, she snatched a bag of chips from the cabinet, opened it as loudly as humanly possible, and started munching with the crunchiest bites ever.

Alex froze. Slowly, she turned her head.

“Are you doing that on purpose?”

Y/N, mouth full of chips, gave her the most innocent look she could muster. “Huh?” Crunch.

Alex exhaled through her nose, the way she did when opposing counsel said something particularly stupid in court.

Y/N shoved another handful of chips into her mouth. Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Alex took a deep breath, visibly practicing restraint. “Y/N...”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Y/N said, plopping down dramatically in a chair. “Just eating my feelings after being brutally betrayed by the love of my life.”

Alex pinched the bridge of her nose. “It’s Uno. You lose in Uno.”

“You cheated.”

“I played by the rules.”

“Your rules are evil.”

Alex shook her head, turning back to her laptop. “Go find another hobby.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. Alright. Desperate times, desperate measures.

She stood, stretched, and then she flopped onto Alex’s lap. Fully. Bonelessly. Limply.

Alex made a very undignified oof sound. “Jesus, Y/N!”

“You left me no choice,” Y/N said, flopping her arms dramatically over Alex’s shoulders. “You work too much. I am merely redistributing your priorities.”

“By crushing me?”

“It’s called love.”

Alex sighed. “You are the neediest human being alive.”

“And yet, you chose me. So who’s the real fool?”

Alex pursed her lips, trying - and failing - to hide a smirk. “Move.”

“No.”

“I have important things to do.”

“Is it more important than me?” Y/N asked, batting her lashes.

Alex sighed, long-suffering. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me.”

Alex glanced down at her, eyes softening just slightly. “Unfortunately, yes.”

Y/N grinned. “Then play another round of Uno with me.”

“No.”

“Best three out of five.”

“Absolutely not.”

Y/N gasped, placing a dramatic hand over her heart. “So you don’t love me?”

Alex rubbed her temples. “That is not what I said.”

“You implied it.”

Alex stared at her, clearly debating whether or not this battle was even worth fighting.

Y/N turned up the puppy eyes—full-force, desperate, devastating.

Alex sighed, defeated. “One. More. Game.”

Y/N beamed, leaping up. “You just sealed your fate.”

Alex chuckled, shaking her head. “If it means I get some peace after, then fine.”

Y/N cackled as she shuffled the deck.

Alex should have known.

She should have expected Y/N to pull some unholy nonsense.

Because five minutes in, Y/N was grinning like a villain.

“Why do you look so smug?” Alex asked warily.

Y/N laid down a Draw Four.

Alex narrowed her eyes. “You’re a menace.”

“Pick. Up. Your. Cards.”

Alex begrudgingly picked up four more cards. But as soon as she got rid of a few, Y/N hit her with a stacked Draw Two.

Alex’s jaw clenched.

Y/N smirked. “You mad?”

Alex gave her a flat look. “No.”

“Because it seems like you’re mad.”

Alex took a slow, deep breath. “Play your next card.”

Y/N played another Reverse.

Alex’s nostrils flared. “You just want to see me suffer.”

“Would you not do the same to me?”

Alex didn’t answer. Because she absolutely would have.

And then, the worst betrayal of all—

Alex had one card left.

Y/N played a Draw Four.

Alex stared at her, jaw tightening, fingers tapping against the table.

Y/N grinned. “You were saying?”

Alex inhaled sharply, picked up her four cards, and exhaled. “I’m dating an actual gremlin.”

“And winning,” Y/N added.

Alex shook her head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Extremely,” Y/N agreed.

Alex sighed, dropping her cards. “Fine. You win. Happy?”

Y/N beamed, throwing her arms around Alex. “I knew you’d see reason!”

Alex shook her head, kissing the top of Y/N’s head before pulling away. “Okay, now can I get back to work?”

Alex had gone back to her laptop, once again convinced that she had won the battle and secured her productivity for the rest of the day.

Y/N, however, was nothing if not determined.

She had tried being annoying. She had tried cheating in Uno. She had tried physically attaching herself to Alex like an overgrown koala. But clearly, all of these tactics had only resulted in temporary victories.

So, she had to be smarter.

More strategic.

And thus, the most diabolical plan formed in her mind.

She decided to go for a run.

But not just any run.

A very intentional run.

She changed into the tightest pair of leggings she owned, leggings that had once made Alex walk into a wall when she first saw Y/N wearing them. Paired it with a sports bra that left very little to the imagination. And, because she was committed to the cause, she even pulled her hair into a high ponytail, knowing full well that Alex had a very specific weakness for that.

Then, without saying a word, she grabbed her headphones, shot Alex a quick innocent smile, and left the apartment.

Alex didn’t even look up.

Perfect.

Now, all she had to do was get really sweaty.

About forty minutes later, Y/N returned, successfully looking like she had just finished competing in the Olympics.

Her skin glistened with sweat. Her leggings clung to her like they were painted on. Her sports bra was damp. She was slightly out of breath, strands of hair stuck to her forehead. She looked like one of those insanely attractive people in workout commercials, except this was all very real.

And she knew it.

She strolled inside, tossing her keys onto the counter, stretching her arms up with an exaggerated groan.

Alex still didn’t look up.

Fine.

Time to turn up the heat.

“God,” Y/N sighed dramatically, walking toward the fridge. “That was a good run. I’m so hot.”

Alex hummed absentmindedly, still typing.

Oh, we’re gonna fix that.

Y/N grabbed a water bottle, twisted the cap off, and tipped her head back, drinking in a way that was entirely unnecessary. A few drops dribbled down her throat, over her collarbone, disappearing beneath her sports bra.

Still, Alex. Did. Not. Look.

Fine. She wanted to play it cool? Y/N would break her resolve.

She grabbed a towel, walking right past Alex’s chair as she started patting down her sweaty chest.

And then – finally - Alex’s typing paused.

Y/N had to fight every instinct not to smirk.

“Good run?” Alex asked, voice suspiciously even.

“Mmm,” Y/N hummed, stretching again. “So good. I feel amazing. But, ugh, I got so sweaty.”

Another pause.

Y/N casually leaned against the table, stretching one leg behind her, subtly accentuating things. “Gotta cool down. Maybe take a long shower.”

Alex exhaled through her nose.

Y/N smirked. Gotcha.

She walked around the table, standing directly behind Alex, hands landing on her shoulders.

“Wow,” Y/N murmured, kneading gently. “You’re so tense. All that work stressing you out?”

Alex stiffened slightly but didn’t react.

Y/N leaned in closer, her lips dangerously near Alex’s ear. “You know, exercise is great for stress. You should join me next time. We could work up a sweat together.”

Alex’s hands paused on the keyboard.

Y/N smirked. “Or, you know, I could just shower alone.”

Alex slammed her laptop shut.

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered, turning in her chair to finally look at Y/N.

And oh, the way her eyes darkened as they swept over her? Y/N felt victorious.

“Something wrong, Counselor?” Y/N asked, all fake innocence.

Alex exhaled sharply. “You planned this.”

“Planned what?”

Alex leaned back, arms crossed, a tiny smirk playing at her lips. “This. The whole running, sweating, stretching, looking like that.” She gestured vaguely at Y/N’s entire existence.

Y/N shrugged. “Can’t a girl just get a workout in without being accused of crimes?”

“You do nothing without an agenda.”

Y/N beamed. “Exactly. So, what’s it gonna be? You back to work? Or are you gonna let me kick your ass in Monopoly?”

Alex sighed, running a hand through her hair, gaze lingering on Y/N’s abs for a fraction too long.

Alex let out a long, long breath.

Then - without a word - she stood up, grabbed Y/N’s wrist, and started pulling her toward the bedroom.

Y/N blinked. “Wait. Where are we going? Monopoly’s in the living room-”

Alex shot her a look.

A very dangerous look.

Y/N gulped. “Oh.”

Alex smirked. “You wanted my attention? You’ve got it now.”

Y/N grinned.

Game. Set. Match.

[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..

[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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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.

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“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.

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Girlfriend?! Alex Cabot who >

Hums when she’s comfortable, when you’re sat eating breakfast you’ll catch her softly singing to the radio. Paying no mind to you as she reads the morning paper. Or at the bar with the squad after a successful day, wrapped into your side or squished between Fin and Liv sipping her drink between notes.

Cannot keep track of a set of keys to save her life. The front desk keeps one on demand for her > the local lock smith knows you by name. However brings home any and all ‘pretty’ decorative bowls she finds. Declaring it will pursue her into fixing the habit.

Hates cooked fruit of any kind, you’ve had to swap breakfasts the numerous times when her’s came smothered in compoté. Apparently apple pie is a ‘crime’.

Would literally set fire to water but makes the best omelette you’ve ever had in your life > her grandmother had insisted she at-least know how to cook something!

Loves kids, the ice queen title does not apply around babies. She’s the first to ‘talk’ to them regardless of age > though she never alters her vocabulary. Her godchildren love, ‘Smarty pants Aunt Alex.’

Wears her headphone round her neck > she hates covering her ears. A dim beat followed her round, you could only catch the climax of a song if you stood close enough. You can always hear her music. Honestly you think she’s forced you into improving your hearing, she never lets the tv go higher than 25. Though you have seen her at a stone roses concert having the time of her life.

Is particular about her shoes, you’ve spent hours watching that woman walk up and down stores, prancing round the bedroom breaking in a new set. She once admitted they gave her the god complex she needed for the court room. They didn’t need to see her suited for the day, yet still donning her fluffy socks like you.

Kisses your cheek any chance she gets > there is positively nothing better to you than when you’re ‘gossiping’ in bed, cuddled together, she laughs against your flesh, her teeth gently scraping your cheek. The same goes for you, Alex isn’t one for PDA but that doesn’t stop her from tilting her jaw towards you any time you pass at work, or go to leave a room.

Bullshit corner:

These got very long, very fast.

I’ll just post more parts? Then what you gonna do?

[iamnotoriginalphil]

A Stupid Decision (Alex Cabot x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You always make stupid decisions when beautiful women are involved and Alex Cabot is so very beautiful.

Words: 4k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, jealousy, boss/employee relationship, some self-esteem issues, marking, possessiveness, biting, edging, swearing

Going out to the bar that night had been an inspired idea. You’d won your case, your biggest one yet. Your closing arguments had been a thing of beauty. Untouchable was the word that had been thrown around.

You’d laughed it off but it made you glow from the inside out.

Being swept out the door to celebrate had been natural. It was hard to argue when you’d been so phenomenal. So when your colleagues had said it, you hadn’t required much convincing.

Now, a few drinks down, your limbs loose and your thoughts fun, you were so glad you’d gone out. The music was loud enough that people were dancing, your lips moving along with the lyrics. You were laughing, head thrown back, feeling freer without the stress of the case weighing you down. You hadn’t realised just how much it had been effecting you.

You rolled your head away, feeling deliciously loose, but not so much that you were growing sloppy. Just the right amount of alcohol coursing through your system to loosen you up, to make you feel easier in your own body. A flash of blonde hair had you focusing.

Blue eyes, cool enough to be ice shards, were watching you. Lifting your drink, you cheered her from across the bar. It might not be the smart decision, but it was the impulse you were following. Her lips pursed, reminding you exactly why it was a bad idea to give in to your alcohol fuelled thoughts.

“Come dance.”

Warm hands grasped yours. You dragged your attention away from the woman at the other end of the bar, the woman you knew but not as well as you’d like, and found your friend grinning at you. You let her drag you onto the dance floor, the bass thumping in your veins. You held onto her as your hips swayed, singing along to the stupid pop song being pumped through the speakers.

Your head tipped back, your laugh easy and light. Your arms curled around her neck while hers landed on your waist. It was nice to let yourself go after being wound so tight. Although you could think of a wonderful way to relax.

Your head rolled back towards the blonde at the bar. She was still watching, lips pursed around a straw, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Your mouth grew dry.

“I need another drink,” you said, leaning closer to your friend to shout in her ear.

She released you with a good natured shove, directing you back towards the bar. You tottered over to her end of the bar. Leaning forward, forearms on the bar, you shouted your order to the bartender. Then, you chose to do the thing you knew was a bad idea.

Your hip resting against the bar, you turned towards her. Alexandra Cabot. The beauty at the end of the bar. And your boss.

“You should have told us you were coming out tonight,” you said, “you could have joined us.”

“Yes, because nothing brings up the mood like the boss joining in on a boozy night out,” she said.

You shifted closer under the guise of trying to hear better. From the way her lips pulled up you weren’t sure you were selling it very well.

“We’re celebrating,” you said, “as a team.”

“You look like you’re having fun,” she said.

“I just won the biggest case of my career. I think I’m entitled to some,” you said.

“Enjoy it,” she said.

The bartender slid your drink over to you. You picked it up, tongue pulling the straw into your mouth as you smiled at Alex. You saw the way her gaze focused on your mouth before she pulled it back to your eyes. You tilted your head to the side, taking a slow drink with your straw.

Her hand shifted across the bar towards you. One leg crossed over the other, looking so unbelievably long. You would give anything to sink between them.

“You did well today,” she said.

“I learnt from the best,” you replied, “plus, I have my secret weapon.”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

You lent closer until your lips were brushing the shell of her ear.

“I’m wearing something to give me a bit of extra confidence,” you whispered.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” Her voice lowered into something that shot straight between your legs.

“Am I?” You lent back to take a sip from your drink.

“I’m your boss,” she said.

“And you’re beautiful.”

The expression on her face was one you could revel in. All smouldering eyes and smirking lips. You’d caught glimpses of it before but to have it completely focused on you, full power, had you pressing your thighs together. Her smirk deepened and you knew she’d noticed.

The trouble with having such a hot boss was the way it made you feel insane. One nice compliment, one smile, one lingering look and your heart went into over time and your imagination went spiralling out in ways it shouldn’t. Alex was completely off limits, no matter how gorgeous.

You were blowing right through those limits with alcohol and joy running through your veins.

Her fingertips brushed the back of your hand, the one curled around the cool glass of your drink. Your lips parted and her gaze fell back to them. Your tongue dragged along your lower lip, watching her eyes follow it with obvious interest.

“You’re drunk,” she said.

“I’m not,” you replied.

“You must be or else you wouldn’t be trying this,” she said, “you know better.”

“I don’t. Pretty women make me stupid.” You grinned at her.

She rolled her eyes but her lips were still curling up into a smile. You shifted just a little closer, close enough to feel the warmth of her body, wondering what her skin would feel like beneath your hands. Your eyes dipped down, lingering on the shadow of the curve of her breast. Your mouth watered.

“And how stupid are you feeling tonight?” she asked.

“Enough to make a bad decision.”

You lent towards her, ready to risk it all for a kiss. Her hand on your shoulder stilled you, keeping you from carrying through with your bad decision. You froze, looking down at her, wondering if this was the moment she told you it was never going to happen, that there would be a HR meeting, that you would be cautioned at work.

“Go have fun,” she said, eyes running over your body before they met your gaze again, “one of us has to be the smart one.”

“Says who?”

You flashed her a wink before you turned back to the dance floor. Your colleagues cheered when you joined them, welcoming you back with open arms. You went easily enough.

Only as one song progressed to the next, your hips swayed in time with the beat and you kept glancing over your shoulder to see if a certain pair of blues eyes were on you. Every single time they were. It sent a thrill through you.

A pair of hands landed on your hips, a body brushing against your back. You turned, a pair of dark eyes looking down at you, full lips smirking as this woman guided you to the music. You lent back against her, letting her take the lead. When you glanced up, the blue eyes were gone.

The pang of disappointment lasted the length of one heartbeat to the next. Long fingers curled around your wrist, tugging you forward, away from the stranger. There they were, your blue eyes, flashing with anger. You grinned up at her.

“What happened to being smart?” you asked.

“Fuck that.”

Her lips descended on yours, hungry and possessive. You whimpered, pressing closer, your arms curling around her neck. She consumed you completely, kissing you like she owned you. She did.

“We’re leaving,” she growled, “now.”

“I thought you wanted me to have fun,” you said, blinking your eyes up at her, faking your innocence.

“You’ll be having fun. I promise,” she said.

Her fingers threaded through yours, dragging you off the dance floor and out of the bar. You slid into the cab beside her, her hand landing on your thigh. You shifted, legs opening enough to see her knowing smirk even as she faced forward.

Her hand climbed your thigh, inching higher and higher with every passing moment, even as the silence stretched. You squirmed, already feeling how wet you were growing. She’d barely touched you. It was embarrassing.

You followed her into an apartment building, modern and new, far more expensive than anything you could afford. In the lift, you kept your back pressed to the far wall, letting your eyes travel over her body. The tight skirt of her dress was doing wonders for her ass.

Her apartment was nice. So nice. The nicest place you’d been in a while. But all that was lost as her hands landed on your hips and her lips descended on your neck. You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe a flurry of tearing clothes off and falling into bed, all desperate need and fire burning hot. Somehow, this was both better and worse.

You lent back against her, there in her living room, feeling the heat of her kisses on your skin. Your head tipped to her shoulder, letting her hold you up as one of her hands was slow to slide up your body.

“So which article of clothing was your secret weapon?” she asked, lips brushing your skin.

“Guess,” you shot back.

“This blouse?” she asked as her fingers began to undo the buttons.

“Try again,” you said, arching your back when her fingers brushed over your newly exposed skin.

“This skirt?” she guessed.

You shook your head as her fingers lowered the zip at the back. Stepping out of her hold, you slid the blouse from your shoulders. You bent, pushing the skirt over your hips and stepping out of it. Tuning, you let her look your fill at your exposed body, taking in your secret weapon.

When you’d put the lingerie on that morning, it had been to give you an extra pep to your step as you did closing arguments. A little secret no one else would know about it. Something to help you feel like you were in control as you sent the pervert to prison for the rest of his life.

Now, standing in front of her, waiting to see her response, you felt those nerves that always came when you let someone see you so vulnerable. Her eyes were dark as the swept over your body, lingering long enough for you to wonder if you looked monstrous.

“When you put this little set on, were you planning on someone seeing it?” she asked, still staring at your body.

“I was hoping,” you said.

Her eyes met yours, jaw clenching. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, unsure if the look she was giving you was a good thing or not.

“Who were you hoping would see it?” she asked.

“Do you want the full list?” Now probably wasn’t the time for jokes.

“Only the top contender,” she said.

“You.” You looked down at your feet, “I was hoping if I did well enough on this case you would…”

“Ravage you on your desk in reward?”

Your gaze shot up to her, the heat on your cheeks burning. You weren’t about to admit that yes, that was a fantasy you’d had. Not necessarily the one you’d had while dressing that morning, but certainly one you’d spent enough time on.

“You’ve been having some very naughty thoughts,” she said.

“Only about you,” you said with a small shrug.

Her hands were burning when they met your bare skin. You made such a small noise, one that was somewhere between a whimper and plea. With a soft touch, her finger ran along the waistband of your panties.

“I’m still your boss,” she said.

“And you’re still beautiful,” you replied.

She considered you a moment before she lent forward, kissing you again. Your hands clutched at her blazer, dragging her closer. Her tongue was in your mouth, tasting of the burn of whiskey and the heat of desire. Her hands slid around your body, gripping your waist tight enough to feel delicious.

When she began to walk you back, you kicked your heels off, not needing to fall on your ass while trying to be sexy. Your hands dragged her blazer off her shoulders, losing it in the hurry of being shoved backwards towards what you hoped was her bedroom. You dragged your nails down the length of her back, not sure she could feel it but needing something to ground yourself as she lit the fire in your veins.

The back of your knees hit the mattress and you fell back. She let you go, standing over you, eyes raking over you. You shivered under her dark gaze, wondering what she was seeing.

“You’ve really been wearing this all day?” she asked.

“Uh huh.”

She groaned, low in her throat.

“I was watching in court today,” she said, eyes slipping closed, “knowing you had this on under your clothes…”

“Makes you want to ravage me on my desk?”

Her raised eyebrow was implied as she looked down at you, the irony not lost on you. But she opened that door. It wasn’t your fault if she didn’t like where it might lead.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” But even as she said it her lips were curling up.

“You like it,” you said.

“Don’t assume,” she said, “even if you’re right.”

She swooped down, her lips on yours again. Your legs curled around her waist, trapping her against you. You moaned, hot and filthy, doing your best to urge her on. Her lips trailed down from your jaw to your neck. Your head fell back, giving her as much space as she wanted as she sucked what you knew would be a hickey into your skin. You’d let her mark you up all pretty as much as she wanted.

You were hers. It was time everyone else figured it out too. Even her.

Her teeth scraped over your skin. Your legs tightened around her, trying to draw her closer. You moaned her name, not caring how you sounded, just needing her. Her next suck was harsh, almost painful, but in the best way possible.

When she kissed around to the other side you let her. The thought of having mirror image marks on your body was turning you on more than you could express. Her hands were cupping your breasts, thumbs finding your hardening nipples through the lace of your bra. You whimpered, fingers pushing into her hair as you held her in place.

Her tongue dragged over your skin. You sighed, hips pressing up against her. She chuckled as she moved down to your chest, lips following the curve of your breast, pushed up in the scraps of lace covering them. Your back arched, offering yourself to her mouth.

“Fuck, this should be made illegal,” she groaned into your skin.

“What?” you asked, breathless and desperate for more.

“You in this.” Her finger snapped the shoulder strap of the bra, “you look too good in it.”

You squirmed under the intensity of her gaze. Her fingers pinched your nipple. The stuttery moan that fell from your lips was the only answer you could give her.

“I’m going to make sure no one ever sees you in this set again,” she said.

“How?” you asked, surprised you could form even a single word as she rolled your nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“By making you mine.”

Alex Cabot was going to ruin you.

She dragged the bra from your body, tossing it aside like it meant nothing. Her lips were all over you, teeth scraping over skin, suckling on your nipples in a way that had you arching into her, crying out, begging for more.

She was so warm, so hot as she touched you, lapping at your skin, turning your thoughts hazy. When you’d thought about this moment, in those dark hours of the night buried beneath your covers, fingers skimming over your own skin, it hadn’t even come close to the reality. You felt insane, clutching at her as her mouth worked wonders on you.

It wasn’t as she began to trail her mouth downwards that you even thought about how much better it could be. She might dominate in the courtroom, her mouth clever and smart, but with you, it was dirty. It was hot and all consuming and capable of things you hadn’t realised. The things you wanted to do to that mouth were not appropriate for company to hear.

“Alex,” you whimpered, hips pressing up as she reached the waistband of your panties.

“Next time you wear this,” she said, lips pressing to your inner thigh, “tell me beforehand. I want to picture you walking around the office just like this.”

“Yes,” you hissed as her teeth sunk in.

“So fucking pretty,” she groaned.

Her tongue pressed to the wet patch on your panties. You gasped, hips bucking up into her mouth. When you looked down your body, her blue eyes were trained on you already, lips pulling up in a smirk.

“Alex. Need you,” you managed to say.

“Oh no, princess. You started this little game. You can’t be mad that you’re losing,” she said.

“Doesn’t feel like losing,” you said.

She tore your panties off you.

“Then let me make myself very clear,” she said, lowering until her breath ghosted over you glistening folds, “you do what I tell you and if you impress me, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to remember your own name.”

“Doesn’t sound like losing,” you said.

Her teeth sunk into your inner thigh, deep enough for you to yelp.

“Want to try that again?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am,” you said.

“Good girl.”

Her tongue swept through your folds, the heat building. She would burn you to ash, of that you were certain. Her hands kept your hips pinned to the mattress, stopping you from encouraging her on. You sighed her name, glad to finally have her touching you where you needed her most. You were throbbing.

“You’re fucking dripping,” she said, looking up your body.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” you replied.

She rewarded you by wrapping her lips around your clit, sucking on it in a way that had your eyes rolling back in your head. You squeezed your eyes closed, letting yourself feel everything she was giving you. Her hands were still keeping you pinned, forcing you to only take what she wanted you to, never more, never quite enough.

She took her time, exploring you, finding all the ways to turn you into a live wire of desire. Every whimper seemed to only make her more determined to draw out more from you. She took you apart and then let you stew in it before taking you apart all over again.

“Eyes on me,” she said, after the third time she’d brought you to the edge only to bring you back.

And like the perfect little employee who knew how to follow orders, you forced your eyes open to look right into hers. They were sparkling as they looked up at you. Her tongue dipped into your entrance and you found yourself whimpering her name.

She was methodical. She’d taken note of everything that made you feel alive, cataloguing them as she found more. With the kind of precision you’d witnessed in court, she applied everything she’d learnt and built you back up to the precipice so quickly it was mind boggling. Your fingers were still threaded through her hair, holding her to your heat.

It was her long fingers that were your undoing. First one, then a second pushed into you. You were trembling beneath her, legs thrown over her shoulders, clutching at her as she split you open. Her name was nothing but a moan, almost unintelligible. Her fingers curled, seeking out just a little more from you.

You broke apart underneath her, crying out her name, wondering if the heavens could hear you. It washed over you, an unstoppable force, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into your body. She eased you through it, lapping at you, drinking down everything that came from you.

She watched you through the entire thing.

You fell back, your laughter shaky as a hand passed over your face. She eased your legs back to the bed, unpinning your hips. A soft kiss was pressed to your hipbone. You looked down your body at her, finding her lips pulled up into a very pleased smile.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” you said, turning your gaze up to the ceiling.

You felt the mattress shift under you as she lay beside you. Your turned your face towards her as her hand splayed over your stomach. You liked it, the way her touch felt like a claiming, even after what you’d just done.

“Still think this was a stupid decision?” she asked.

“Oh, probably,” you said, “but it was definitely worth it.”

“You’re not going to wake up tomorrow and regret it?”

Her expression turned serious. You rolled onto your side, gently cupping your cheek as you lent forward. The kiss was soft, a simple thing but all the reassurance you could give.

“I’ve been wanting this for long enough that I could never regret it,” you said, “unless you decide to ice me out now.”

“Not happening,” she said.

“Promise?”

Her fingers traced over the planes of your face and you shuffled closer. Those eyes of hers had always been intense, but this was different. This was more. Like she was x-raying your very soul and didn’t find you wanting the way others had.

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me,” she said.

“Good.”

You settled against her, sliding an arm around her waist. She was so warm against you, so soft, the antithesis to how she seemed at work. There was no ice now.

“And you don’t regret it?” you asked.

“I don’t think anyone could regret you,” she replied, her fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

“But I didn’t even manage to get you out of your clothes,” you said, propping your chin on her chest to look at her properly.

“This was about you, baby. A reward for a job well done,” she said.

“And what if I want to eat something as my reward?” you asked.

“Don’t be greedy,” she laughed.

“I can’t help it,” you said, “when it comes to you I can’t get enough.”

“I’ve noticed.”

She was smiling in a way that made your heart flutter.

“You demand my attention, you’re desperate for my praise, and you watch me when you think I don’t notice. But I do. I always notice you,” she said, voice low enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Oh yeah? What do you notice about me?” you asked, shifting to straddle her waist, looking down at her.

Her fingers trailed up your thighs, sending heat flicking through your veins again. The patterns she drew over your skin made you breathless, even as you were still recovering from the intense orgasm she’d already given you.

“What a desperate little slut you are,” she said.

Her fingers dug into your thighs, hard enough to hurt, but you found your hips already rolling against her, seeking out some friction.

“Proving my point so beautifully,” she murmured, gaze turning towards your undulating hips.

“Gonna do something about it?” you asked.

She did something about it that stopped you running your mouth again.

[olderwomenenthusiast]

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."

[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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