#SVU fanfiction

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Reap What You Sow ~Post-S21!Daddy!Olivia Benson xFem Sub!Reader

Summary— Set in post season 21, where Liv is Captain. Reader decides to tease Olivia throughout the day and smutty punishment ensues later that night when Liv can finally do something about it…

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, semi-public smut, spanking, daddy kink, degradation, praise, implied orgasm denial, degradation kink, praise kink, impact play, teasing, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your head hung low, over your shoulders and over the woman’s knees. It was after hours and you were bent over Olivia’s lap in her office. With another sharp crack to your barren ass, you jolted up slightly and let out a desperate mewl.

“Six—teen Daddy!!” You cried out.

You expect to feel another sharp smack to your ass, but instead you felt the woman’s hand gently rubbing your pink flesh.

“That’s it, such a good girl for Daddy.” Olivia cooed.

Pretty soon, her fingers trailed in between your legs and past your panties. She found your slick core, drenched in arousal, so wet it made you dizzy.

“Ooh Baby you’re soaked…” Liv purred, “Did Daddy make you this way…?”

You nodded vigorously, as one of her digits swiped through your folds.

“Yes yes all for Daddy, so wet for Daddy��!” You mewled.

After bringing her arousal coated digit up to her mouth and licking your juices clean off, the brunette gently caressed and squeezed your supple skin. Your body was left burning for more.

“Have you learned your lesson, sweetie…?” Liv condescendingly cooed.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes Daddy yes yes please…!” You pled, “I’m sorry mm sorry—!”

“Sorry for what, baby…?”

“Mmm sorry for dressing up…! Sorry for distracting you!”

“You mean, you’re sorry for dressing like a slut, right…?? Daddy’s girl can’t just show up to work dressed to whore herself out… no matter whether Daddy will see her or not…” Liv spat.

You bit your lip and tensed up, as her digits dug into your left ass check possessively as she spoke. You let out a desperate mewl and nodded swiftly.

“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry please…!! I’m sorry I’m such a slut, can’t help it Daddy!” You babbled.

Your ass was smacked with a swift Crack!! again. This one went all to your core, as you felt your juices start to leak down your thighs.

“Oooooh Seventeen D-daddy!!” You cowled.

“Beg Daddy to give you mercy.” Liv demanded.

“P-please please Daddy— I… I need you Daddy!! I need your cock or your fingers or your mouth or anything Daddy please… I’ll be good I promise, Mmm so sorry Daddy pleaseee…!!” You begged.

In one fluid motion, two of Olivia’s fingers snaked back in between your legs and slid inside your gushing cunt. They pumped and curled inside you, making your toes curl and your mouth foam. You wanted to scream in pleasure, but you bit your tongue.

“Such a good girl for Daddy…” Liv cooed lustfully.

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[multifandomme]

Respite

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Female Reader

Summary: Olivia learns what it's like to be denied.

Genre: Smut, (orgasm denial, praise, choking, light humiliation, oral sex, fingering), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 1k.

This piece is for day 3 of kinktober under the 'denial' prompt.

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The bullpen was eerie come nightfall, silent, the murk occluded only by the dim orange of desk lamps. Olivia’s frame lurked behind the frosted glass of her office like a shadow, creeping slowly until she emerged in the doorway with a lust-filled stare. She should have been home by now, though in typical Olivia fashion, her mind had been rattled by a particularly harrowing case. 

You knew why she had requested your presence, working under the pretence that it was comfort that she was seeking, though it never seemed to end that way. And, predictably, when the thunderous slam of the door echoed behind you, her lips sprung to meet yours in a heated exchange. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” she mumbled, her words vibrating against your lips, too impassioned to break contact for even a second.

You hummed in accordance, your hands peeling the clothes from her body, feet stumbling clumsily until Olivia’s back found the edge of her desk. 

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” You husked, seductively, your teeth quick to pluck at her bottom lip, tearing a whine from her.

A month ago, Olivia had been adamant that this clandestine arrangement was to exist as nothing more than a one-night stand, a meaningless fling to be passed off as a moment of weakness. The irony existed in the way that she had broken her own rule, fated to be called to her office most nights of the week, her muffled groans bleeding out into the empty bullpen. 

“You were gone for two days,” she breathed, her hand wrangling with yours until she had successfully dragged your palm against her silk-clad pussy, wetness tainting your fingertips. “Feel it,” she urged, “that’s what you do to me.”

The reality of her arousal forced your stomach into flexion, a tinge of delight thrumming deep inside of you with persistence. But, it was Olivia that captured your undivided attention, her eyes silently pleading with you as she widened her thighs, bracing for her inevitable ruin. 

“You’re fucking dripping,” you smirked, two digits etching tight circles across the growing patch of damp, a gasp emitting from her in response. “Pathetic.”

“No,” Olivia whimpered, weakly, her sense of conviction rendered futile the moment her hips jogged forward in search of further contact, her thighs quivering uncontrollably. 

“Such a pity, isn’t it?” You cooed, your fingers ghosting her clit so softly that Olivia’s features twisted into an expression of pain, agony almost. “You just can’t seem to get off without me,” you riled, faux sweetness lilting your tone, “you need my hands on you, my fingers in that pretty pussy of yours, don’t you?”

The question hung in the silence, unanswered, groans of frustration falling from her lips each time she drove forward just to feel you retreat in avoidance.

“Please,” she sobbed out, her fists knocking mildly against your chest in a feeble protest. “Please, touch me, do anything.”

Her pleas only filled you with zeal, ultimately deciding to submit to her demand for the moment, your ulterior plan fated to remain hidden for the time being. 

“Move and you lose,” you stated, sternly, Olivia’s eyes twinkling with excitement at the prospect of a challenge, a victorious smile upturning her mouth. 

Slender digits breached the hem of her panties, softened motions calling a fresh wave of arousal into existence. Olivia clung to you with unyielding force, the grave reality of having her pleasure stripped from her keeping her fixed in position. She wanted to flail, to buck, to manipulate your fingers into the depths of her, but she knew better than to break the rules. 

“You’re gonna make me-”

“Not yet,” you growled, insistently, your motion ebbing away as a means of reminding her what was at stake. “You’re going to wait until I tell you,” you affirmed, your free hand lifting to cinch at her throat, a guttural moan blurting from her. “You’re going to be a good girl and follow the rules, hm?”

Olivia nodded, albeit weakly, the pursing of her lips only reiterating the hastening approach of her downfall. Abruptly, you stuffed your fingers into her soaking pussy, observing intently as she spluttered against the simultaneous tightening around her neck. And, you pounded relentlessly, your eyes never straying from her, searching for any sign that she was about to crumble and subsequently defy you. 

“I’m gonna cum,” she rasped, frantically, her eyes widening all of a sudden. “Please, let me cum, please.”

In an instant, you ripped yourself away from her, basking in her dissatisfaction as she scowled, her chest heaving, gaze afire. A wry chuckle emanated as you studied the visceral torment that plagued her, resettling yourself before her until your knees met the wood beneath. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” you cooed, her panties yanked down to encircle her ankles as you drew in close, your tongue sneaking out to savour the taste of her. “You’re just too fun to play with.”

Still reeling from the callous denial you had orchestrated, Olivia opted to stay quiet, inwardly curious as to what else you had planned at her expense. The thoughts were soon licked away by the feeling of your tongue lapping ardently against her clit, her body jolting wildly in response to the newfound stimulation. 

The dulling remnants of incomplete euphoria soon reawakened, Olivia’s fingernails clawing at your scalp as she willed you on from above. Her hips established a methodic pace, manipulating your mouth with precision, her own hanging open as she peered downwards through half-lidded eyes. Undeniably, it was a sight at which to marvel, positively entranced by the sounds that flung free of her. And yet, nothing compared to the beauty of her desperation, the feral despair that took her under when she was forsaken to be unfulfilled, made to wait. 

“Please, fuck,” she whispered, urging you further against her pussy as her body grew rigid, wound tight, her collapse imminent as her knees began to buckle beneath her weight. “Can I?” She cried out, entirely afflicted by the temptation that ailed her, that ran rabid inside of her with nowhere to go.

You halted, a devilish smirk fused to your lips as you regarded her towering form from below, her body trembling visibly, violently, hands bunched into fists of rage.

“No,” you concluded, swiping her arousal from your chin, the taste of her bound to prevail. “But good girls wait, don’t they?”

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[jiggy-manda]

i just think they should kiss <3

[countrymusiclover]

Detective Stabler's Daughter

Y/n begins her Senior year of college in a Criminal Profiler class but she doesn't expect the professor to be so cute. They begin forming a romantic connection without her father Elliot Stabler knowing till she gets abducted. So Detective Stabler and Reid will have to team up together.

1 - Professor Reid

2 - Coffee Thank You

3 - The First Date

4 - Calling the BAU

5 -

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Comments really appreciated ❤️

Tag list - send an ask to be added @hiireadstuff @person-005 @kmc1989

[sorchathered]

Requiem-Rafael Barba x reader

Summary- ADA Barba has one thing he can’t live without, fear of losing it consumes his dreams.

Warnings- smut smut smutty smut, dirty talk, language, bit of a daddy kink, just me being self indulgent and salivating over Barba.

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He should’ve known it would never be easy.

Get the girl, fall in love, live happily ever after…those were not things he’d ever expected to happen in his life. His job was grueling, the hours chaotic; how could someone be expected to sign up for that? The media scrutiny that came with his high profile career alone should have sent you running for the hills. But none of it deterred you, you kept him grounded when things got too dark, you soothed his troubled mind in a way he could have only dreamed of, and now the one thing he’d wanted more than anything was most likely being ripped from him.

It was supposed to be a simple night out, it had been a migraine inducing week and all Raphael wanted was a nice dinner and to spend the weekend buried in you. He’d texted that he was on his way to the restaurant, but no reply came from his girl. That should’ve been the first red flag. You were chronically on your phone during the work week, he had to pry it from your hands most nights to get you to rest, sometimes he even hid it on the weekends just so you would pull yourself away from your cases and take a minute to breathe. You made his level of professionalism look meager sometimes, and that was truly saying something.

On the third round of calls it picked up and he felt relief flood his system. “Amore, you had me worried! I-“

“Barba? Is that you?” His blood runs cold at the voice on the other side; Olivia Benson had your phone. “Liv- please don’t say it.” “We got a call to this location, a town car with the driver shot, signs of a struggle in the backseat.” “Text me the address.” He was already running, two blocks was nothing over something like this, his worst fear playing out before his eyes.

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Waking with a shout, Raphael nearly falls from his bed in his Upper East Side penthouse, drenched in sweat and tangled in his fancy Egyptian cotton bedsheets. The alarm clock by his bed read 2 am, and despite his outburst you slept soundly beside him, blissfully unaware that he’d just had a nightmare that rocked him to his core. It was his worst fear, going public with your relationship meant putting you directly in the public eye; opening you up to media scrutiny and allowing anyone with a grudge against him the perfect target to send him to his knees.

He swiped the stray tears that had formed and tried to regulate his breathing, he couldn’t get his heart rate down and it felt like he was choking on the air he tried desperately to take in. You were fine, peaceful even, a serene look on your face as the lights from the New York skyline glowed across the exposed skin of your body. Gorgeous, and totally unaware of how terrified he was to lose you.

He padded down the hall to the bathroom, splashing cold water across his face, still in a daze. Hearing the door crack open, he glanced behind him in the mirror reflection. Of course you’d come to find him. He must look a mess, wild green eyes trained on you as you crossed the threshold to wind your arms around his waist, body pressed against him tightly and he finally felt himself relax.

“What’s wrong Raf? You getting sick baby?” You turned him in your arms to press a hand to his forehead and he melted into your touch, curling himself around you and nuzzling his scruff against your neck.

“Bad dream Amore, I’ll be ok.” You quirked a brow at him, you didn’t believe him a bit, he looked unmoored; his cool exterior rattled in a way you’d never seen before.

“I don't know that I believe you darling, but I’m patient. I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me. For now, what do you need?” He stroked your cheek and his eyes softened as he took you in. “You, just you.”

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He had you in his arms and was carrying you back towards the bed immediately, soft kisses pressed to his hair as you let your hands slide around his neck. He needed this, just the closeness and love only you could provide would be enough to bring him the peace he needed. Spread out on his mattress you looked like an angel, the glow of the city illuminating your body as he undressed you in the moonlight. “Love me Rafi, let me make it better baby.” He felt a shiver roll down his spine as he sprawls across your body, chests pressed together as he takes your face in his hands and kisses you softly. You sigh as he becomes more urgent, tongue mingling with yours as his palms slide down your sides to grip your hips, pressing his hard length against you and groaning low in his throat.

You whine at the feeling, grinding your hips down into his to get more, it will never be enough until he’s filled you, but ever the tease he plays your body like a well loved instrument until he has you panting and writhing into the mattress. His cologne, the heat from his skin, the filthy words he whispers as he brings you to the edge with his hands and mouth become almost too much to bear, it has you begging him to fuck you and he can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up, his sweet girl reduced to tears over the pleasure he gives. It’s euphoric, knowing he can get you like this. No one else gets to have you this way, only him.

“You want my cock, cariño? Look at you, so good for me. Mi hermoso, mi corazón, I love you. You’re everything to me. Tell me you want it sweet angel, I’ll give you what you need.” His words felt like a brand on your skin, your heart so full for this man, he was otherworldly, truly a gift. He brought his mouth back to yours, nipping at your bottom lip as you bucked up into his hand, you couldn’t form the words it was all too much and yet you needed so much more. “Daddy please, please fuck me- need you close” you stuttered out and he freed himself from his briefs. oh he was mouth watering, toned chest slick from sweat, your eyes followed the trail of chest hair down his happy trail, whimper escaping you as you took in his thick cock in his hand, pumping slowly with mirth in his gaze as he watched you squirm. He would never admit it to anyone, but he really did love it when you called him daddy, the age gap wasn’t even that large honestly, but something about it made him impossibly harder for you, and he couldn’t be bothered to hold himself back anymore.

“Beautiful girl, you make me crazy you know that?” He said as he ran himself through your folds slowly, deliberately, before sinking himself into you and watching as your back arched off the mattress. Sliding his arms under your back he slams himself into you, setting a brutal pace that has you crying and shaking in his hold. So good, it feels so good, and he knows neither of you are going to last long at all. Pressing his thumb to your clit he watches as your release shudders through you, your pussy pulling him in like a vice and he comes deep, moaning your name against your mouth like a prayer.

You both fall asleep like that, connected as intimately as possible, and the nightmares stay away for another night. When morning comes he’ll shrug it off as if it was nothing; but in the back of his mind he’ll be making a list to update his and your security at work, and holding you a little closer than usual before he leaves for the office. It won’t ever fully leave his mind, but little moments of peace with you will make it worthwhile.

Tagging- @arcane-vagabond @attapullman @baezen @ryebecca

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Risk

Joe Velasco x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: undercover, attempted assault, injury to reader (not sexual), Joe being protective af, violence, hospital, medical stuff (stitches), flirty ending (barely)

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Joe shoved you forward forcefully, fully embracing his role as your pimp. This wasn’t his first undercover job but it was yours. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears but you remained focused on the mission. You stumbled a bit before a few sleazy looking men noticed you. They all sat on different chairs and couches in the midst of the loud party. You saw dozens of young girls, no way even half of them were 18. 

“Hey sweetheart, who do you belong to?” one hispanic man, Tony Marco, your prime suspect asked as he grabbed your hand.

You wanted to recoil but you knew you couldn’t “Papi!” you yelled, smiling sweetly at the man.

Joe walked up behind you, “Aww did my girl catch your eye?” he asked the man. 

“In a dress like that she’s hard to miss.” the man said, pulling you towards him.”What colors do you run with?” the man said, looking Velasco up and down, unable to identify what gang he was a part of.

“Bloods, Crips, North side, West side - The only color I care about is the green that lines my pockets. My girls are loaned out to everyone, as long as they can pay.” Joe said, giving you a slight shove so you landed on the man's lap.

The man nodded, letting a smack land on your ass as your already short dress rode up even higher. “I can respect a man who has his priorities straight. Think I can take shorty here upstairs for a minute?” he asked, rubbing his hand up and down your side.

You let your finger trace over his jaw, seducing him just like you were told to. 

“Just don’t tear her up too bad, she’s my top girl. $800 an hour.” Velasco said. He pulled you up as the man gulped down the last of his drink. He leaned in close whispering in your ear, “Be careful, I’ll be close by.” he said.

The man slapped a wad of cash into Velasco’s hands before he grabbed the back of your arm, dragging you up the stairs. He slammed the door shut as you sat on the bed with your legs crossed. The man smiled at you flashing a few golden teeth in his mouth as he slid his hand between your knees pushing your legs apart. “Why don’t you lean back so I can show you a good time baby?” he said, pushing you onto your back.

You felt your heart hammering in your chest, starting to panic. He pulled the skirt of the dress up, tearing at your panties. You prayed Olivia and Fin saw what was going on through the spy cam that was the button on your dress. “W-wait…” you squeaked out.

“You don’t tell me to wait bitch - I paid your man, now I get you for an hour to do whatever I want.” he said, slapping you across the face. 

You groaned, the fat rings on his fingers stung against your face. You pushed against him, trying to make him back up. 

“Oh you’re gonna be difficult?” he said, holding your wrists down before pulling a knife, he held it near your throat, shutting you up entirely. You felt tears leaking out the sides of your eyes. You prepared for the absolute worst, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to dissociate. 

The man ran his hand up your leg before the door shot open. The man quickly straightened up, slicing your leg open on accident as he pulled away. You shrieked at the searing pain.

Velasco stood in the doorway, nothing but hate on his face. “What you want papi? I paid, now fuck off!” The man pulled you by your ankle so your hips were at the edge of the bed. 

“Tony Marco put your hands up - you’re under arrest for sex trafficking, possession of narcotics with intent to distribute, and a whole bunch of other shit.” Velasco punched him twice - hard. You could hear the bones in his face crack with each hit. He cuffed him and shoved him towards the first cop who entered the room. “Get whoever you can downstairs, see if you can get any of them to flip on him.” Velasco said, trying to shield your body from the other police who flooded into the house.

“Baby…” he rushed to the bed. Your hands were held up, trembling. Velasco gently pulled your skirt down to try and make you feel more comfortable. You flinched away from him and as much as he knew it wasn’t because of him, his heart still felt a pang of sadness. When Valsco pulled his hand back up he couldn’t ignore the bright red blood on his hand. He pulled your dress to the side, noticing the large gash. Whatever knife he used was sharp as could be. He didn’t see bone but he did see muscle, it needed stitches ASAP. He took his top shirt on, remaining in his muscle shirt. He pressed the fabric to the gash, asking you to sit up. 

You were so overwhelmed and had lost a good amount of blood all you heard before the world went black was Velasco calling for a bus.

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You heard rhythmic beeping before you were able to open your eyes. When you finally did you saw Joe sitting in the chair next to the hospital bed, his hand in yours as he slept. 

“You’re up.” you heard from the doorway, Olivia shutting the door quietly. 

You nodded at her, the memories from the night before were still fresh. You moved the covers slightly to look at your leg, it was wrapped from the knee to the upper thigh in white gauze. “How bad is it?” you asked.

“He got you good, 30 stitches. I’m sorry we didn’t get there sooner, the guys downstairs put up a fight.” she sighed.

You shrugged, “I knew the risk going in there.”

Olivia gave you a tight-lipped smile, recognizing that you needed time to process. “Take a few days. You and Velasco. He hasn’t left your side since you got here.” 

You looked at him, watching his peaceful face.

“You picked a good one.” Olivia said, looking between the two of you before she smiled and closed the door.

You smiled; you and Joe had been together for almost a year but kept it from the squad, wanting work to remain work and private life to remain private. You shook Joe’s hand slightly.

He jolted awake, eyes landing on you immediately before he stood up, sitting on the edge of the bed. He held your hand between his, using the other to stroke your cheek gently. “I’m so sorry,” he said.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What happened wasn’t your fault.” you said, holding his wrist as his thumb rubbed over your cheek. 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad. I never should have let you go up there.” he sighed, eyes glancing down at your wrapped leg. 

“Hey,” you said, sitting up and tilting his face towards you, “you are the one who got up there and got that bastard away from me. You are the one who arrested that absolute scum. And you are the one who’s here for me.” you said, pecking his lips. 

Joe leaned his forehead against yours, taking in your presence. “I love you, I’m never putting you in that position again.” he said.

You kissed him again, “I can think of a few different positions we could be in…” you chided with a smirk.

Joe laughed, “You couldn’t wait ten minutes without being an absolute freak?” 

“You have that effect, let's go home.” you said.

Joe nodded, going to flag down a nurse to get your discharge paperwork ready. 

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! First SVU fic :D will probably also write for Carisi because I love that Italian fuck. Would LOVE requests for either him or Joe. Send them my way ASAP!!!!!! XOXOXOXOXO

[naturesapphic]

Hey I was wondering if I could request a reader x Olivia benson where Olivia figures out that reader sees her as a mother figure I loveee your writing btw (also I might of sent this twice really sorry if I have)

Headcannon: Olivia benson as a mother figure to reader

Olivia benson x fem!reader (platonic)

Warnings: fluff, tough topics, readers mom is awful

Halloween/fall headcannons

- you never had a good relationship with your mother

- you never knew why you thought she didn’t like you until she blew up at you when you were young and basically said she wish she had aborted you

- that’s when you knew why your mother had hated you ever since you were born

- when you met Olivia, the two of you clicked instantly

- the two of you bonded over y’all’s mother issues

- Olivia was so understanding and kind when you told her all what had happened

- that’s when y’all started to get closer

- Olivia noticed how you always tried to be her partner for missions

- or you would always try to stand by her when she was explaining a case to the team

- eventually Olivia figured out that you see her as a mother figure

- When she realized that, her heart broke

- she knew how much you were still hurting from your mothers wounds and she feels for you

- but she gladly accepted you and sees you as her own and she treated you like it too

- she is insanely overprotective over you

- she makes sure you are always by her side on missions or if she can’t, she will have Amanda with you

- you got introduced to Noah, you instantly got close with him and he absolutely loves you

- you will babysit him if Noah’s sitter is out

- the three of you are like a little family

- since it’s October, you, Olivia, and Noah go out as much as y’all can.

- even if it’s going on a walk through the park, seeing how the leaves change colors

- or even if it’s going to a pumpkin patch and carving pumpkins at Olivia’s apartment

- overall, Olivia is the best mother figure anyone could have

A/n: thank you anon for the request and your support! I love you :) I hope everyone else likes it! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all :)

[altsvu]

top secret

pairing: peter stone x fem!reader

wc: 472

summary: to the squad, you have a secret admirer. to you, however, is none other than peter stone.

cw: fluff, teasing

a/n: it’s been a while 😅 i actually kinda like writing for peter stone, i just don’t see many fics out there for him! also i feel like i use the same writing style and i wanna switch it up a bit 👀

law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!

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You were walking to your desk to find a vase of roses and a box of your favorite chocolates on your desk.

“Secret admirer?” Rollins asked.

“Maybe.” You smiled. You sat down and opened the envelope attached to the roses.

I hope you didn’t think I was ghosting you. That night we spent together was amazing. I didn’t know how... naughty you could get. If you’re interested, I’d like to take you to a fancy dinner and talk about the case and many other things... Peter Stone.

Fucking Stone, you thought. You tried hiding your smile from Rollins, Fin, and Carisi, but they caught on.

“Someone you know?” Carisi asked.

“Something like that. Hey, can you guys cover for me for a bit? I’ll be back in 20.”

“Yeah, of course.” They said collectively.

You grabbed your bag, shoved the envelope inside, and rushed out of the squad room.

When you got to Stone’s office you knocked a few times.

“It’s open.”

“Peter Stone. I never took you as the romantic type.

“Y/N.” Stone got up from his desk and went over to you and showered you with kisses on your lips. “Did you like the roses and the chocolates?”

“The roses were beautiful but now the whole squad’s looking at me, wanting to know where they came from. Also how did you know those chocolates were my favorites?”

“Good. Keep them wondering. And to that question, I think it was just a wild guess.”

You smiled and sat down on his couch, with him following suit.

“So, how about that dinner?”

“I’ll be glad to go, only because I’ve gotten to like you.”

Stone moved closer to you. “You sure it’s not because...” He ran his hand up your thigh. “We had mind-blowing sex two nights ago?”

“I think that’s a part of it too.” You smiled. “Stone... are you admitting to enjoying my naughty tendencies?”

“What can I say, Y/L/N? It was like we were in sync.”

“We sure was. I wouldn’t mind doing it again any night.” You mused. You gently pushed Stone down to the couch and got on top of him. “Or any time of the day if that mattered.” You whispered in his ear.

“Wow you’re even naughtier in the daytime.” Stone said.

“Of course I am.” You kissed his lips then unraveled his tie a bit and unbuttoned his dress shirt to give him a hickey on his collarbone. His hands were moving to your ass. You then sat up and caressed his cheek when you were done.

“I’m gonna miss you already.”

“It’s only a few hours and we have jobs to do. Plus... we can do whatever the hell we want after dinner.” You smiled, getting up.

Stone got up after you.

“Whatever the hell we want. I like that.”

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taglist: @storiesofsvu , @averyhotchner , @ssaic-jareau , @blackbeautifulqueen , @deiondraaa , @wandas-wife

[claires-audience]

Guys we really need to start paying more attention to law and order OC as well because its Elliot’s show and it allows us to see his side of the story so there are a few instances where Olivia makes an appearance and he asked her once “what is this” and replied “a friendship”. Another time he asks her about her relationship while he was gone and she replies “ seriously?!”. In OC he takes his chances to ask her around whenever he can but in SVU thats not so much the case because it’s Olivia’s show and we wont know how she feels unless she voices it out.

[zycalex]

okay but what if casey never left white collar and alex stayed in svu and they only really truly get to interact during the god awful DA christmas parties?

then their annual flirting game suddenly took a more competitive edge when the year's party was held out of town...

in a secluded mountain

at a cozy ski resort

AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES

[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…?

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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.

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“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.

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Case Closed

Pairing: Casey Novak x Female Reader

Summary: Following an unfavourable verdict, Casey struggles to let the case go until you intervene.

Genre: Smut, (strap-ons, choking, spanking, light degradation, praise), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 2.5k.

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A seventy-one percent conviction rate was never to be taken lightly, a statistic that filled Casey with incomparable pride and only fuelled her passion to see justice through to the end. As unyielding and motivated as the woman was, there was always a slight chance of failure, an odd occasion where a case could be rendered shambolic before a jury. This was one of those rare occurrences.

Casey had taken the shortcoming personally as expected, unable to pry herself away from the case entirely. You could practically hear her mind whirring, more so when she had taken the decision to seclude herself in the study of your shared home. The light from the desk lamp peered out into the hallway, its understated rays peeking into your bedroom as you awaited her eventual arrival to no avail. Instead, the sound of shuffling papers filled the silence, fervent as if she was starting from scratch, something that you could not allow for the sake of her sanity.

Huffing, you followed the light, soft footfalls denying Casey of pre-empting your approach, not that she would have in her state of unshakable focus. Her teeth plucked nervously at her lips, irritable sighs passing through the chasm that she had allowed.

“Trial’s over,” you spoke, flatly, your exasperation bubbling just below the surface. “You need to let it go.”

Casey remained stoic, unfazed by your sudden approach, though when her eyes did flicker to meet yours, they sparked with an ardent contempt.

“That bastard walked, Y/N,” she growled, furiously. “You can’t seriously expect me to sit here and do nothing about it.”

Instinctively, your jaw tensed, the deja vu of having to repeat this exact conversation every few months suddenly registering. The same black mug rested atop the desk, coffee teetering on the brim, the mahogany below wholly hidden beneath pages upon pages of documents, images. Indignantly, you made a pass for the mug, hoping that denying her lifeblood would bring Casey back to reality, allow for exhaustion to finally set in as it should.

“In fact,” you spoke, your lips pursed together, resolute in your decision. “That’s exactly what I expect you to do.”

Casey leapt upwards from her chair, hands slamming on top of the papers so abruptly that a few cascaded to the ground beneath.

“Y/N-”

“The case is closed,” you interjected, impatiently, rebutting any possibility of a protest though you were sure you would be met with countless more. “You did all that you could and that is enough.”

Tension thickened in the air, uncertain as to whether Casey was going to berate you or pin you down. In a petulant bid, you emptied the cup of coffee down your throat, wincing at its strength as the woman observed with a fleeting glint of amusement. Quickly, you gathered the papers between your fingers, dodging tactfully as Casey’s hands tried to repossess them, your expert avoidance only conjuring more persistence within her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Casey questioned, taking umbrage as she crossed her arms tightly atop her chest.

A wry chuckle fell from you, the documents securely stowed away in a lockable filing cabinet behind you.

“What does it look like?” You quipped, a little smirk forming in the corner of your lips and evoking a growing suspicion in the woman. “I’m clearing the desk so I can bend you over it, Miss Novak.”

Casey’s lip instantaneously found itself clamped between her teeth, though this time the act was entirely different in nature, erotic, laced in intrigue. Unfortunately, the moment of weakness was quickly bitten away once she had realised her error, an expression of apathy soon emerging to take its place.

“You seem confident,” Casey half-questioned, as though attempting to sow a seed of doubt within you, her efforts failing miserably.

A hum of knowingness reverberated as you dared to make an approach, your body soon to press against hers, no semblance of rejection in the air.

“I could make a very convincing case,” you riled, brimming with victory as Casey flexed her jaw from the exacerbation you had incited. “But I won’t need to do that, will I?”

And there it was, the look. Casey had been made, lust dripping from her gaze despite her avid ploys to will it away. In her state of flitting defencelessness, you forced her stomach flat against the wood, a firm grasp exerted around the back of her neck, cinching with brute force.

“Fuck you,” she grunted, aggressively, though no attempts at an escape were made as predicted.

“Watch your mouth,” you advised, lowly, fingers dipping below her waistline to shimmy down the black trousers that she donned. “That’s fighting talk for someone who hasn’t put up a shred of resistance.”

Casey opened her mouth to speak, though subsequently decided to self-sabotage her attempt at a reply. The woman could not argue with the truth, in fact, she had made a career out of seeking it out.

“Wise choice,” you acknowledged, smartly, a light huff exuding Casey in reaction to your remark. “Now, let’s see what you’ve been hiding, hm?”

Soft, black material pooled around obsidian heels, forsaken as you sought further territory, your hand snug against her underwear from behind. A smirk soon blossomed upon realising the moisture that painted your palm, Casey’s cheeks glowing pink in embarrassment.

“Predictable,” you commented, smugly, only for Casey to swivel harshly in your grasp, thwarted by your quick reactions.

“How about now?” She scoffed, arms wrangling to push herself upwards to no avail, your grasp unyielding, firm.

Dodging the question, you drew ghosting circles over her underwear-clad clit with delicate fingertips, hoping to obscure her need to defy you. Of course, Casey melted into a puddle below your touch, consumed by the newfound need to be sated, the urge that she had been ignoring for weeks now. Her sensitivity had heightened tenfold in the absence of intimacy, her legs quaking as you continued your ministrations, ensuring to execute every manoeuvre at a painstaking pace. Nothing was more satisfying than watching her suffer, observing as her stoic exterior weakened until it underwent a total collapse.

“See?” You whispered, seductively. “Look how easy it is when you submit to me like a good girl.”

The blonde whined, slowly acquiescing to the reality that you were right, that good behaviour would lead her to exactly what she wanted. Unfortunately, you weren’t as agreeable as she had initially presumed you to be.

“Take them off,” Casey groaned, frustratedly, her hips jogging against your hand to gain further friction. “Do it.”

“You’re in no position to tell me what to do, princess,” you reminded, halting all movement as you clawed your fingernails against the backs of her thighs. “If you want anything from me, you’d better be quiet.”

A stifled gasp freed itself from Casey, flinching lightly from the sudden influx of pain that occurred to her. Her teeth peered from behind her lips in a reactive wince, soon to be replaced by a masochistic beam, carnal, ablaze. Hazel eyes peered into the depths of you, sure that she had been aptly subdued until a mischievous glint flecked across her irises.

“Make me,” Casey gnarled, an audible gulp following suit in realisation of the challenge she had just created, regret visibly infiltrating.

A scoff was the only response that you could muster, your disapproval conveyed in the way your hands roughly gripped her in place.

“Look around,” you snarled, domineeringly. “This isn’t the office,” you observed, Casey shivering in sheer anticipation. “You have no jurisdiction... no power.”

Harshly, your palm smacked across her ass, a scarlet tinge soon beginning its materialisation as the woman mewled in half-shock.

“Who’s in charge?” You questioned, repeating the act with vigour, her skin all but reddened and only darkening. “Answer me.”

Casey faltered, her words fizzling into incoherency as her skin burned ablaze. Noting her noncompliance, your fingers resurfaced to trail against her underwear, this time slipping below the obstructing material to greet the skin there. The direct contact had Casey gasping for air, her forehead scrunched in pleasure as she bucked mindlessly against the newfound pressure. Of course, the pacification was short-lived, enlisted as a means of probing the woman for a response, an admission of your dominion over her.

“You... you are,” she conceded, breathlessly, head twisting over her shoulder to maintain eye contact. “Please, Y/N.”

“Oh, baby,” you crooned, patronisingly as you swivelled the woman around to face you, her shirt bunched up from her prior position of incapacitation. “I know you can do better than that, hm?”

The blonde groaned as she felt you close the distance, your chest fused to hers as you attacked her neck with your lips, feral in your exploration of her. Heated kisses set her skin alight, the burn lingering in the wake of their absence as you traversed to suck marks into her collarbone.

“Oh no,” you gasped, feigning remorse. “That’s going to leave a mark.”

Casey attempted to readjust, her resistance mastered the second your lips found her favourite spot, weakened instantly.

“Baby,” she drawled, her warning tone failing to register due to the pleasured moans that obscured it. “People will notice.”

Laughter rumbled in your throat, your digits disappearing between the two of you to probe softly at Casey’s pussy.

“Mhm, you’re right,” you considered, wasting no time in impaling the blonde with two fingers, Casey jolting as she felt the intrusion. “They’ll notice what a desperate little slut you were for me.”

Casey’s whining only intensified, the gentle pace that you had opted for keeping her from any form of ascension. Deviously, she rocked her hips in the hopes of establishing her own rhythm, though this was denied the moment that the idea appeared to be born from her.

“What are you waiting for?” She flared, her mouth pried agape from the way groans passed through on a continuum, blinded by the sensation that you had induced. “Please, fuck me. I need it.”

Smirking, you retracted from her, your hands making quick work of your trousers as you observed Casey’s gaze suddenly become engrossed. The strap on that you had been shrouding suddenly sprung free, void of its confinements as saliva gathered in the corners of the blonde’s mouth, wholly mesmerised. Instinctively, Casey’s arms encircled around your neck as she drew you against her, presenting her pussy to align with the appendage. The desperation that lurked within her eyes was too much to bear as you subsequently melted below her submissive state, fingers cinching at her skin for leverage.

“Are you going to be a good girl and take it?” You whispered, your words muffled lightly against her tousled tresses, soft against your lips, though the moan that fell from her indicated her acknowledgement.

Casey nodded vehemently, the question proving to be a no-brainer given her condition and dwindling patience. She sank herself down on you slowly, your hips jutting forwards to bottom out inside of her, a hiss of pain-pleasure emanating in response.

“Give it to me,” Casey encouraged, her head thrown back in ecstasy as you began to slam into her, the pace merciless to say the least. “Ugh, fuck.”

Sharp nails buried themselves into the skin of your shoulders, the stinging pain only fuelling your need to satisfy her. Casey’s features were scrunched inwards, her blissful expression causing you to become transfixed, hyper-focused upon how gorgeous she was. Your fingers toyed expertly with her clit, free hand secured around her back to will her harder against the appendage.

“Does it feel good, baby?” You grunted, breathily, eyes intent on the woman before you. “You look so fucking pretty like this.”

In her state of complete thoughtlessness, Casey failed to answer the question, short breaths passing in and out of her swollen lips. Abruptly, you removed the hand that was holding her steady, her body flailing to land flat against the wood, her back pressed rigidly atop the cool mahogany. Her eyes sprung open, widening when your fist enclosed around her slender throat, squeezing just enough to watch her eyes roll backwards in euphoria.

“So pathetic,” you barked, though the sparkle in your eye only nullified the words you had just spoken. “Look at you, all fucked out like a dirty whore.”

Casey let out a guttural moan, her husky voice growing raspier by the minute as you pummelled her with feral speed. The woman could barely gather her breath, oxygen stolen the second you pounded into her once more, chest heaving methodically. Your fingers fiddled with the buttons of her shirt, the repeated movement of your thrusting denying your ability to undo them as you resorted to tearing the material roughly. Casey’s breasts bounced with the force of your exertions, confined within her bra before you grabbed them free of it, massaging zealously.

“Baby, fuck,” Casey groaned, her gaze panic-stricken in the moment. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

Swiftly, you detached from her, repositioning her to bend over the desk like you had initially planned. Casey wasted no time in getting into position, pre-emptively crossing her wrists over the small of her back and awaiting your deathly grip upon them. Impatiently, you drove into her with vigour, no heed paid to the way the desk shook avidly beneath the weight of your actions. Casey cried out, loud pants filling the room, your hand occasionally delivering a shattering slap to her ass to aide her looming orgasm. The blonde’s heels quaked unsteadily beneath her, wavering before she managed to bring herself under control.

“Cum for me,” you insisted, keenly. “I want to hear it.”

Casey’s body shook violently, her thighs sent into spasm as her cheek pressed harshly to the wood of the desk. Her eyes were squeezed together, teeth marks adorning the delicate flesh of her lips as she whined helplessly.

“Y/N,” she rasped, faintly, her body fatigued from the strenuosity it had been subjected to.

Her hips jolted sporadically, the strap on still lodged deep inside of her as she gyrated a few times to squeeze out the last remnants of pleasure. Your hand grappled with the nape of her neck and dragged her upwards, her back tight against your chest as you grazed your lips across the purpling bruises you had made earlier.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Casey admitted, her voice no greater than a whisper as she basked in the aftermath.

You smiled into her shoulder, arms holding her protectively as she grew lax in your embrace.

“I know,” you spoke, cockily, a playful bite falling to her shoulder as she yelped. “Now, about that case-”

Casey immediately withdrew from you with a pointed sigh, hands pressed to your chest, a knowing look passing over her.

“You were right,” she acquiesced, albeit bitterly. “I need to learn how to let it go.”

You shook your head, a frown consuming your features as you observed Casey spiral into confusion.

“No, not this time,” you rebutted, a smile peeking from behind your lips, a surge of motivation filling you. “We’re going to nail that bastard and I’m going to help you.”

Reinvigorated with fresh excitement, Casey grinned.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" She asked, a delicate kiss planted upon your mouth, thumbs brushing affectionately across the warm skin of your cheeks.

You paused in faux contemplation, the act earning a sarcastic scoff from the latter.

"No," you lied, a chuckle exuding. "But I think I have a pretty good idea."

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[mlmxreader]

Teddy Bear | Elliot Stabler x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Stabler with “You’re such a softie” please ❞

: ̗̀➛ Elliot comes home late to find you asleep.

trigger warnings : ̗̀➛ swearing

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It was late when Stabler eventually stumbled through your door, making sure to lock it and check three times before he dumped his shoes by the bin and chucked his jacket on the back of the sofa.

You weren't awake, but he hadn't expected you to be, either. Last time he checked his watch, it was five to one in the morning; it took at least an hour to get to yours. Plus, the ten minutes it took for him to wander up to the door.

Slowly, he crept around to the bedroom, and gently pushed the door; facing away from him, you were cuddled into one of his jumpers, and he could only smile a little as he looked at you.

Watching you for just a few moments before resigning himself to the sofa.

Stabler had never felt comfortable getting into bed with you when you weren't awake, even now after being together for... he couldn't fucking remember how long, he still didn't feel quite right doing it; so he pulled the blanket out from under the coffee table and gave it a good shake.

He dumped his jeans and his shirt on the floor, and used the cushions to create a pillow before he laid down and stretched out as much as he could. His feet dangled over the arm, but it was mostly comfortable, if he was honest.

But it wasn't long until he heard you prowling around, and he slowly began to sit up just as you leaned over the back of the sofa and offered him your hand.

"C'mon," you murmured, tilting your head to gesture to the bedroom. "It's much comfier with me."

Stabler shook his head as he let out a quiet yawn. "Nah, you go back to bed, I'll stay here. It's fine, honestly."

"I insist, Ell," you hummed. "Or I'll jump on you."

He laughed a little bit, grinning for just a moment before a massive yawn whacked him. "It's one night, it'll be fine."

"I'm not arguing," you muttered, clambering over the sofa and settling against him. You moved to press your face to the side of his neck as you huffed. "Now isn't this nice?"

He wanted to roll his eyes, but he couldn't find it in himself. "Are you done?"

You nodded. "Mmhmm... I was thinking, though..."

"Are you hurt?" He joked softly, putting his arm on your back and gently trailing it up and down the soft and exposed skin. His eyes closed as he leaned back a little.

You huffed out a short laugh, shaking your head. "Y'know Huang invited us to that gay bar? I was thinking maybe we could go..."

"I don't think so," Stabler mumbled.

"I think you would," you mused. "You'd fit right in."

He paused for a moment, scoffing as he tried not to laugh. "Uh-huh."

"Besides, you'd be with me," you pointed out. "And wouldn't that be enough?"

"I'll think about it," he promised quietly, nothing but sleep on his mind. He allowed his foot to drop off of the side of the sofa as a soft growl escaped his throat. "That okay?"

"Mmhmm," you adjusted yourself so you could properly snuggle into him. "You're such a softie, y'know. You act all hard but you ain't... you're just a teddy bear."

Stabler scoffed. The Captain had more than enough records of anger management classes and filed complaints to show that you were wrong, very wrong; but he was too tired to correct you.

Although, when he opened his eye to look at you, a smile came to his face; he did feel a bit guilty that he didn't have a chance to give you that last kiss of the night. But he could give you double in the morning if you really missed it that much.

But he could feel your breath getting more shallow; more soft as you started to fall asleep. Dozing off whilst firmly cuddled into him even though you sometimes complained about the fact that he felt like a fucking furnace in the summers.

The thought made him smile as he closed his eyes again, letting his body go limp as he hummed and stretched a little bit.

Fuck, it felt good to be with you.

It felt good to come home, especially after the day he had had; maybe Liv was right about that. Maybe he should have taken the day off and gone to be with you. But did it matter now?

Did it matter when he could feel your body pressed against his and he was reminded that you were still?

Did it matter when he could feel your breath on his skin and he was reminded that you weren't going anywhere?

Maybe it did.

Maybe it didn't.

Those were the kind of questions that he left for you, always saying that you were smarter; he was the brawn, you were the beauty and brains.

Fuck, he could picture your smile every time he said it.

He could feel the way his heart pounded when you surprised him with dinner at noon, coming into the office with that fucking smile and that smug look in your eyes.

He adored it.

He couldn't say it, words were never his best friend, but he knew that you knew he felt it. He didn't need words for that.

But he had meant what he said - he would think about it. He would think it, only because you asked him to.

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Liv’s daughter gets her first migraine injection? Of course Liv does it for her cause there’s no way she can do it herself. Its really painful, but Liv comforts her afterwards and they cuddle together.

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The sunlight of the morning sun filtered through the still half-closed curtains. You sat on the edge of your double bed, staring nervously at your lap as you rubbed your shaking and sweaty hands on your pajama pants. In front of you was the long box with a migraine injection that your mother had brought you from your neurologist yesterday afternoon. Your heartbeat raced in your chest as you looked at the needle and injector.

Thoughts raced through your mind, sending you into a panic as you tried to take a deep breath and gather the courage. But the needle in front of your eyes seemed so frightening, and the thought of injecting it through your stomach alone increased your fear. The thought of the pain to come during the procedure made you shudder.

A large lump had formed in your throat as you tried to keep breathing calmly. "You're not a child anymore. You can do this," you whispered to yourself, but that only seemed to make the fear grow even greater. You reached for the included instructions and read through them for the hundredth time since last night. The individual steps were illustrated with pictures and described precisely, but your hands were shaking as if you had Parkinson's and the writing on the paper blurred into a scribble. "Damned!"

Hesitantly, you decided to accept help from your mother and call her. She had offered you her support and was waiting outside in the living room in case you needed her. "Mom?" you asked into the void, looking anxiously at the door. A soft knock on it startled you as you briefly returned to your thoughts. Olivia poked her head through a crack before carefully stepping into the room and you immediately felt relieved when you felt the familiar presence. “Everything okay, my darling?”

You nodded uncertainly and looked at her with wide eyes as you patted the seat next to you. You began nervously picking at your nails, your gaze wandering between your mother and the injection. "Yeah, I'm just... trying to take this injection."

Olivia stepped closer to you, her hands clasped under her chest and already holding her glasses in one of her hands before sitting down next to you. She opened a hand invitingly and you dropped the paper into her hand. "You don't have to do this alone," she spoke softly in a whisper, pulling up her glasses to take a closer look at the injection instructions. Your doctor had already shown her how it worked and what she should pay attention to. But one thing is certain: she couldn't afford any mistakes. She didn't want to cause you pain. "I'm your mother. I'm here to help you, no matter what."

A tiny smile spread across your face and you leaned your head on her shoulder. "Thanks, it's just... the fear of the pain. Dr. Phillips suggested it could be really painful." you gulped and hugged yourself. Olivia noticed your nervousness and placed a reassuring hand on your thigh, gently running her thumb over your clothed skin before resting her cheek on the top of your head. "You've already been through so much, sweetie. You can still do this. You're so strong!"

With shaky hands, you opened the box and pulled out the injector. Your heart raced when you saw the needle in real life. Your mother immediately grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently. "Take a deep breath and breathe out. You can do it, I'm here." You nodded and watched Olivia prepare the injection with steady hands as you took deep breaths and tried to calm your nerves with a little walk around your room. "Ready?"

"Yeah. Let me get it over with," you stood in front of your mother and pulled up your shirt. You quickly closed your eyes, focusing on your breathing as you tried to control the fear. With slow, step-like movements, Olivia approached you and placed the needle on your lower abdomen. The thought of the coming pain caused goosebumps to form on your skin, but you nodded silently and she pressed the injector firmly until it clicked into place.

Under her pressure, your mother felt a moment of tension, followed by a tiny sound of pain escaping your lips as the liquid slowly flowed into your body. Tears welled up in your eyes, but she continued to hold your hand, whispering soothing words to you as she stroked the back of your hand. "A few more seconds, you're almost there."

When the injection was finished, you exhaled deeply as if a weight had been lifted from you and Olivia carefully and carefully removed the needle before dropping the injector to the side. She quickly stood up, put her arms over your shoulders and pulled you close to her. "You did it. You were incredibly brave,"

You smiled weakly at the battle you had won with yourself and hugged yourself tightly to her middle, your head pressed tightly against her chest as you let the rest of your tears fall freely. Kisses adorned the top of your head and caresses were banished to your back as Olivia slowly brought you back to bed. "How about it. I'll let Finn take charge today, you skip school and we have a cozy day in bed?"

"That sounds great, Mom. Is that really okay with you?" you asked, throwing the blanket over your body while your head rested on the pillow. She didn't say another word, took her cell phone out of her pocket and tapped furiously on the screen before turning it off and throwing it on the dresser. "More than okay, my darling."

She disappeared from your room in a flash and you heard the microwave do its work. Shortly afterwards, the smell of sweet popcorn filled the entire apartment and Olivia returned. She had squeezed back into her pajamas and lay down on the bed next to you. You continued watching your favorite show together, occasionally dozing off in your mother's gentle embrace.

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Professor Reid

Part 2

Detective Stabler’s Daughter

Here's the first chapter and as always if you have anything you'd like to see. I always leave my stories open for suggestions.

“Are you sure you have your pepper spray?” My father Elliot asked me like the tenth question in the car driving me from our house to my college where my younger sister Kathleen was going to be attending this year.

Sending my dad a glance he was panicking far too much about this, especially since it was my senior year there and nothing bad has ever happened. “Dad, please calm down.”

“You know if anything goes wrong, call 911.” He added another point not hearing me.

I sighed, slumping my shoulders. “Dad! It’s my senior year. I will be perfectly fine.”

“I deal with the worst people in the city, honey. I just don’t want something to happen to you when I’m not there to protect you.” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel waiting for the light to change green.

We finally pulled up in the parking lot outside the building of my first class. We had already moved my stuff in my dorm but my parents also said if I wanted to come home for a while I could. Getting out of the car I went around and hugged my father when he got out of the car. “Don't worry so much. Besides I'll have my sister here to have my back.”

“Y/n. Dad!” We turned our heads seeing my sister running towards us across the parking lot.

I broke the embrace from him, engulfing her in a tight hug. “Kathleen!”

“I've missed you.” I squeezed her tightly back even though we had only been apart a week since she moved in a week earlier being a freshman.

We finally broke our hug turning to face our father. He was standing in front of us simply just staring at us. He was always overprotective of every single one of his children. “You two need to stay in constant contact with each other. If you can’t reach the other, tell me or your mother immediately.”

“We know dad.” I grumbled loving him but this was a tad much.

Kathleen walked up to him, hugging him. “Dad, stop being such a worrier. Y/n and I will be fine without you breathing down our necks.”

“I love you both - uh I better get to work.” His phone vibrated in his pocket when he broke the hug with her. He began walking away from us pointing his index finger at us rounding the corner out of our sights. “Be responsible. Both of you.”

Kathleen and I said in unison, looping arms with each other heading off in the direction of our first class of the school year. “Love you dad.”

My sister and I entered the building seeing that the room was shaped like theater seating that were slightly surrounding the professor desk and large white board. We decided to sit in the second row seating in the middle for the best view, but where we didn't come off as so eager to learn. Reaching inside my backpack I drew out a light green notebook. “So do you have your sights on getting a boyfriend before you leave here?”

“What no.” I whipped my head around at my sisters question.

She huffed. “Why not?”

“Because I have been perfectly happy doing my college years without a boyfriend and I'm quite sure I can finish out my last one without one.” I explained to her sitting some pencils beside my notebook.

My sister clicked her tongue. “That's my goal for you this year. To get you a boyfriend.”

“How about you focus on your studies.” I reminded her.

The rest of the classroom began filling up with people before a different door was opened and closed behind the person who walked in. The guy that I assumed could only be our professor sat down on a satchel on the long desk. “Good afternoon class. My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. You can call me Professor Reid.”

“He’s cute.” I heard one of the girls in front of us.

I picked up my pencil marking notes for myself across the syllabus we had to have printed out before the first day of class and already read over it. “Awe.” Another girl rested her chin in the palm of her hands.

“I assume you all have read the syllabus but if you have any questions feel free to ask.” The professor explained brushing his hands over his clothes. He was wearing a gray shirt underneath a black suit jacket and some brown dress shoes.

Kathleen tapped my shoulder trying to talk to me. “They are right. He is rather cute.”

“Sssh Kath.” I warned her wanting to pay attention instead of gossiping.

“Okay let’s take a moment now to discuss the difference between a trigger and a stressor.” Professor Reid began the lecture for our first day of class. “A trigger is a sensory event experienced by an offender that precipitates subsequent behavior whereas a stressor is a longer term pattern of behavior or circumstances which pushes a person into behaving differently than they normally would.”

Some of the other girls in the class began twirling their hair and giving him the doe eyes, clearly not paying attention to what he was saying. “You’re probably gonna wanna write this down. I shouldn’t be telling you this but I’m definitely putting this on the final.”

“I’m only auditioning this class.” My pencil moved across the page taking down detailed notes until a girl with long black hair raised her hand in the air.

Our professor raised a brow. “Is anyone else auditioning this class?”

“Oh man. He’s definitely cute.” Kathleen mumbled under my breath.

I rolled my eyes at her statement seeing most of the girls in the class raise their hands answering his question. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Okay - unfortunately that is all the time we have for today. Thank you guys, class dismissed.” He paused, eyeing his wrist watch and dismissing the class earlier than the end time that was listed.

Kathleen began putting her stuff away getting to her feet to leave like most people were. “Cool. Out of class early on the first day. Can you show me around the campus?”

“Yeah sure.” I answered her.

I heard our professor’s voice call out to me suddenly. “Excuse me, miss. Can I talk with you for a second?”

“Uh me?” I turned my body around, eyeing him standing down by his desk.

He nodded yes to me. “Yes.”

“Oooh already in trouble on day one.” Kathleen teased.

I glared at her, waving her off and gathering my stuff to go meet him down at his desk. My sister slipped out the double doors into the hallway. “I’ll find you later. Hi Professor Reid, you wanted to speak with me.”

“I noticed you and your friend were the only ones really paying attention in my lecture today.”

I made a simple noise at his point. “Oh.”

“I just wanted to say thank you. It was kinda embarrassing to learn that the majority of girls in here are auditing my class.”

Hugging my notebook closer to my chest I sent him a kind smile not expecting him to admit that it affected him. “Well uh - thank you for saying that, Professor.”

“Call me Spencer - um only if you want to - if we’re talking like this. Never mind, I shouldn't have said that. That was very unprofessional of me Ms.-“ He stuttered on his words, shifting from foot to foot.

I felt my face turn red at what he had just said until I shook my head pushing whatever I was feeling away since I was a student and he was a professor. “Stabler, Y/n Stabler. I’ll - uh see you tomorrow Professor Reid.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ms. Stabler.” He replied watching me exit the classroom while I peaked over my shoulder sparing him one glance before I was out of sight.

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