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cissyenthusiast010155 · 10 months ago
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Reap What You Sow ~Post-S21!Daddy!Olivia Benson xFem Sub!Reader
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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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altsvu · 1 year ago
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Congrats on the followers!
🧞Barba + 53 from the smut prompt list (re: tattoo) please & thanks! 💜
tattoo ridden
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pairing: rafael barba x fem!reader
prompt used: “Is that a tattoo?” from the 100 smut prompt list!
wc: 700
summary: your first time having sex with rafael is a magical one, and when he notices a fairly interesting tattoo on your body, it’s almost like he went feral.
cw: dirty talk, smut (oral, teasing)
a/n: anything smutty with rafael is like the best, so thank you so much for sending this in lovely, i’m so sorry it took so long for me to write it! 🥲
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Rafael wasted no time getting intimate with you. It was literally out the car, out the clothes, and in the bed.
A year back, you and Rafael got together, but you wanted to take things slow, and he agreed.
But now, you felt ready.
It was another long day at the precinct, for you at least. It had gotten to the point where Liv even told you to go home. You liked to get ahead of things because you knew you would dread drowning in paperwork after the fact.
This particular night, however, was a different story for Rafael. He wanted to surprise you. It was you and his’s 1 year anniversary and he wanted to make the day special as can be.
You didn’t forget about your anniversary, you had gotten him a gift, you just didn’t have the time to go drop it off at his office.
So there you were sitting at your desk filling out paperwork when a very familiar figure appeared in your sight. You quickly found out that it was Rafael.
“Rafa.” You smiled, getting up from your desk.
“Hi baby.” Rafael smiled back, pulling you into a hug. “Happy anniversary.”
“Happy anniversary.”
Rafael planted kisses on your lips. You then went back to your desk, and Rafael followed suit, pulling up a chair to sit next to you.
“Paperwork again?”
You nodded. “You know how I am Rafa.”
“I’m staying here until you finish. I wanna take you home tonight.” Rafael said, reaching over to stroke your thigh.
You smirked, knowing what he meant.
“Duly noted, Counselor.”
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Rafael finally got you home. Beforehand, you gave him your gift, which was a watch he’d been eyeing for months. He was ecstatic when he opened the box. After, he pulled out his gift, which was a matching gold necklace and bracelet set. He took the liberty of putting them on you.
Out the car.
Out the clothes.
In the bed.
“I know we talked about it, but are you sure about this? About everything?”
“Yes, Rafa.” You responded, helping him out of his suit. The only suit you wanted him in was his birthday suit.
“Okay.” He smiled.
With that, the two of you wasted no more time getting in the bed and each other naked. Clearly the second step was ignored.
Rafael loved your body and he wanted to admire it all night long. When he touched your naked body for the first time ever, you felt chills running throughout your body and you didn’t want him to stop. His hands felt so nice against your skin. In this moment, his hands were creeping up to your boobs and something special resided in that region.
Your infamous side boob tattoo.
To be quite honest, it was a simple flower, but it was your favorite tattoo.
Rafael’s hand reached it and the chills stopped for a moment.
“Is that a tattoo?”
“Yes.”
The room light was on, so Rafael was able to take a peek under the covers to look at it.
“It’s beautiful.” He whispered, starting to suck on your nipples. He kissed all around the area, as well as the tattoo, and that made you so much more aroused.
He was good with his mouth. So when he finished with your boobs and went to your pussy without a warning, you knew you were going to fold instantly. He made you feel good, and that’s all that mattered in this moment. His lips touched your clit and he sucked on it softly to get you started. He started using his tongue in all the right places, and pushed a finger inside. His intentions were to get you to come for him.
Hard.
“Rafa” escaped your lips numerous times while he was doing this.
“I love when you say my name like that, Y/N. It’s so hot.” Rafael mumbled against your thighs. He got up and leveled with you, and pushed his fingers inside you again, all while he planted kisses on your lips and chest.
The next thing you knew, he was inside you, and it felt amazing. He felt amazing.
It was a good thing the two of you waited.
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jiggy-manda · 7 months ago
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i just think they should kiss <3
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teddykisser · 22 days ago
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Protective & Possessive
Part 2 to Our Little Family
Beautiful Things
Captain Olivia Benson x Pregnant Female Reader
Warnings: Pregnancy, Kissing, Fluff, Mean Remarks, Secret Pregnancy, Protective Rolline, Posessive Reader, Massage, Dead Bodies, Suggestive Themes, Horny Reader, Brief D/S Dynamic Mention, Slight Smut Towards End.
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You were back at work the next day. Your lunch break spent in Olivia's office. You rested your hands on your stomach, in awe that there was really a baby in there.
Olivia sat at her desk, admiring you. A soft smile was present on her face as you touched your stomach. Olivia herself was still in shock that you were pregnant.
She gently turned your head back up to meet hers, giving you a sweet kiss before pulling away and looking at you. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked softly, still holding your waist.
Her gaze fell onto you.
"Mhm, better get back out there.." You nodded, beginning to detach yourself from her arms.
"I'll see you later, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything." Olivia added.
You closed the door behind you as you watched Rollins return from her break.
"Hi Y/N" She smiled, sitting at her desk.
"Hey Manda, what's new?" You spoke, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
"There's been a break in the case" Munch interrupted.
As Munch briefed the team, Olivia focused on the work in front of her. She was only half paying attention to what was going on. She was still thinking about earlier, thinking about you being pregnant with her child. The thought alone filled her with warmth. She knew this would be something she'd be thinking about for the rest of the day.
The case required the team to go into the field. Olivia grabbed her coat and bag to follow everyone else into action. The case wasn't too bad, thankfully. She walked with the team, making sure to keep an eye on you throughout. She couldn't help but be a bit protective, especially knowing that you were now carrying a baby, her baby.
There was a dead body that had been dead for a few days so it had a rancid smell. You tried to resist gagging and keep your composure. This action didn't go unnoticed by Liv.
She saw your expression as you saw the body and inched closer to you. Olivia placed her hand on your back, rubbing it gently. "You okay, dear?" She asked. She didn't want you to be too stressed, especially now. She was a bit concerned for your health.
"Y-Yeah.. it's just the s-smell" You admitted, whispering in her ear. You didn't want the rest of the team to know the news just yet. Didn't wanna jinx it.
Olivia nodded and kept a hand on your back, gently rubbing circles with her thumb, trying to comfort you. "Oh. My love.. It's going to be alright. Just breathe for me, okay?" She knew the next few months wouldn't be easy for you but it will be so worth it.
"You alright, Y/N? It's not your first dead body, is it?" Munch remarked, his eyes judging you.
Olivia looked up, her eyes glared at the other detective. This wasn't the time or place for jokes. She moved her hand from your back, instead putting it on your stomach, rubbing it softly. "It's alright," she reassured you, ignoring the other detective's comment.
"You know she's one of the younger agents leave her alone" Rollins spoke, referring to your age. Rollins was very motherly to you, and protective of you so she came to your rescue.
"Thank you, Amanda" Olivia turned to Rollins, giving her a nod. She hated when her teammates made comments that were just insensitive. She knew they didn't mean to be rude, but now was certainly not the time. The captain kept her hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently.
"In public?" You mouthed, refering to Liv's hand caressing your stomach. You didn't want your team to find out and this was a dead giveaway.
Olivia knew what you meant. She couldn't help but feel a bit protective and wanted everyone to know, but she also wasn't quite ready for anyone to know yet. She knew it would only be a matter of time before someone put the pieces together. "You're doing so well, don't worry about the others." She whispered, trying to reassure you.
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The team had returned back to the office, wrapping up the case. You were in Olivia's office, relaxing. The team knew of your relationship with the captain but they didn't know that you two were trying to have a child.
Olivia's hovered behind you, her hands working the knots in your shoulder. "You're so tense, my love.." Olivia spoke softly.
You closed your eyes, lending your hand back slightly. A quiet groan escaped from your lips.
"That's it baby, let it all out" Olivia encouraged. Her lips ghosted your neck.
"You're such a good girl, my best girl" She praised.
You stood up, backing Liv against the wall. Your gaze darkened, you bit your lip as your hand found it's way around her neck.
"Shh.. Gotta keep quiet Captain.." You smirked, you sucked on the skin on her neck, taking it between your teeth.
"Mine" You whimpered against her.
Olivia couldn't lie, she was turned on by your possessiveness, and slightly curious of where it came from. She wasn't complaining though.
"B-baby.. we're a-at work" She reminded you, trying to keep her composure and not submit to you. She didn't want to give up her power but God you felt so good against her.
"Mmm.. don't you want this Liv.." Yiu mumbled against her, your other hand snaked down to her stomach, resting just below her pants.
"We're still at work, we'll have time for this later." Olivia added gently, pulling your face away from her neck.
"Benson! Y/L/N!" A voice exclaimed from the briefing room.
Olivia jumped, pulling away from you. She straightened her shirt and ran a hand through her hair to mess it around a bit so there wasn't as much evidence of what had just happened.
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ncis-nerd · 29 days ago
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Unwrap Me, Daddy.
a/n: What started as a crack fic...
18+ only!!
Ship: Olivia x Reader
About: Olivia wants to breed you on the most jollyest day of the year. 
Warnings: Breeding Kink, Foul Language, Smut, Cum-Filled Strap, Pet Names.
18+ only!!
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The stockings with your and Olivia’s names printed on it hung over the fireplace. You were cuddled up by the roasting fireplace, there you sat cozily on the couch. Jack Frost, 1998 version ran in the background. Your sparkly red lingerie set hugged your curves. You had nothing but a robe on and a bow. You sent a picture to Oliva. 
Y/N: 1 attachment.
Y/N: “Unwrap me, Daddy”
Olivia: seen
Olivia: “Oh, you are so in for it now.”
You smirked to yourself, knowing the hole you were digging for yourself. You bit your lip thinking about how red Liv will smack your ass later. 
The door swung open as Olivia set her bags down on the ground. She made her way over to the couch where she found you with your fingers interlocked, sitting there waiting for her, like her own present. She bit her lip, seeing the nice little bow you tied to your robe.
Your robe began to expose your very bare body to Olivia as she tugged on the ribbon. Revealing your sparkly red set to her. Goosebumps formed on your skin, you shuddered in anticipation. 
“On your knees, now.” Olivia growled hungrily, as she forced you off the couch and to kneel. Olivia smiled softly, her warm hands lightly held your face. “Oh sweetheart, you do not know what I have in store for you” she smirked, revealing the long red strap hidden in her pants. You didn't notice the bulge it made until now.
“Wanna breed that pretty tummy of yours baby..” Olivia growled as she lined her strap up with your entrance. Her hands tugged on your nipples, pinching and abusing them as her strap penetrated you.
“Need to fill you up with my babies” Olivia grunted as the strap shifted, hitting that spongy spot of yours.
A sweet moan escaped your lips “f-fuck l-liv” You whimpered.
“What baby? Use your fucking words” Olivia spewed, pounding into you at a relentless speed. 
“P-please cum in me livie, wanna be your fucktoy” you exclaimed, this seemed to please Olivia as her fingers traveled down to draw fast circles on your clit.
You could feel your knees starting to give in as they began to shake. “Wait for me baby, let’s cum at the same time” Olivia exhaled, getting more possessive of you.
She flipped you onto your back so she could admire the bulge the deep strap had on your stomach. This was the final straw for her..
“F-fuck, cum with me angel. Let go..” Olivia twitched as you felt warm liquid on your cunt.
Smug bitch, she used a cum filled strap. Olivia didn’t pull out, she fucked you through your orgasm, her eyes stayed focused your tummy.
“I can see you livy..” A soft grin filled your face, knowing that it was getting her off to see her strap in you.
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countrymusiclover · 8 months ago
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Detective Stabler's Daughter
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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 - Finding my Way Back
6 -
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Comments really appreciated ❤️
Tag list - send an ask to be added @hiireadstuff @person-005 @kmc1989
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luizd3ad · 8 months ago
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So I started watching SVU and all I have to say is.. John Munch 😮‍💨 I got an idea for a soulmate au for him and I just ah I needed to share
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sorchathered · 3 months ago
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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
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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 4 months ago
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Risk
Joe Velasco x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC
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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
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claires-audience · 10 months ago
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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.
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 10 months ago
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Evidence of Obedience ~Sub!Alex Cabot xFem Dom!Reader
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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.
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art-by-jas · 5 months ago
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𝑈𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 (AO3)
𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘑𝘳 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
Word Count: 5k
Rating: M
Summary: As the new addition to the Manhattan SVU, Detective Sonny Carisi found it challenging to fit in without causing a stir. He had a chance encounter with you while doing laundry late one night in the new apartment he moved into. The following day, after a long shift working a case, he happens to run into you again at the coffee shop where you work.
As the clock strikes midnight, the old laundry room in the apartment building is illuminated by the dim, flickering overhead lights. The air is thick with the scent of damp fabric and the rhythmic hum of the aging washing machines. 
 The sound of rain pounding against the glass can be heard through the small, grimy window. There is a sense of calm doing laundry at this hour.
 The door to the room creaks open, the sound barely registering in your consciousness as you sit hunched over your phone, thumb mindlessly scrolling through an endless feed. 
 “Hey, Ummm… I’m sorry to bother you, but do you have a few quarters? The machine decided to munch on mine! I just need a few for the dryer." A cheerful voice interrupted your dissociated episode of staring at your phone screen.
As you lift your gaze from the flickering screen, the unexpected sight of another person in the dimly lit room greets you.
"Yeah, sure," you say, reluctantly setting down your phone to retrieve a few quarters from your pocket. "Here you go," you say, passing the coins to the newcomer. "I have had that happen before; it is annoying as hell."
With a chuckle, the man reaches out his hand and accepts the quarters. "Thank you so much," he says, his warm smile brightening his face. An easy grace and a playful glint in his eyes gave him an endearing quality.
 He glances at the whirring machines, watching the damp clothes spin inside. "Doing laundry at this hour? Couldn't sleep?" He opens the washer, transfers the wet clothes to the dryer, and feeds quarters into the slot. His strong, steady fingers move with precision, confidently guiding the process.
"Yeah," you reply. "Insomnia's been keeping me company lately. You?"
The man echoes, "Same here," as he closes the panel on the machine and presses the start button. The machine instantly springs back to life, its hum resuming with renewed vigor. 
Turning back to you, the man's warm smile remains. "It’s my first day at a new location for my job soon," he explains, leaning against the machine.
"Sometimes I have late nights at the office, so my sleep schedule's all over the place."
"I noticed the room across from mine was being cleared out. Did you just move in? You don’t look familiar," you ask.
The man's soft, low chuckle sends a strange flutter through your chest. "Yeah, you caught me," he admits, smiling at you. "I just moved in last week, and I'm still unpacking, trying to figure out where to put everything." He pauses, meeting your gaze. "I'm Sonny, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Sonny. Welcome to the building. I know it's not much, but it's a nice little spot to call home." You introduce yourself to him as you move to shake his outstretched hand.
Sonny tips his head in acknowledgment, his gaze holding yours for a moment. "Thanks; I appreciate it," he replies, his voice low and soft. "I've lived in worse places, so this is a definite upgrade." Sonny runs his hand through his silvery hair. He glances at the machines, then turns to you with a casual curiosity. "So, I take it you've been here for a while?" he asks.
You nod, "Yeah, a few years now." The realization you’ve lived here long enough to be considered a "long-term resident" is faintly disturbing. You run a hand through your hair, feeling slightly disheveled. "It's a fairly quiet building, for the most part."
Sonny’s voice took on a thoughtful tone. "That's good. I've lived in places where the noise was constant. You could never get a moment's peace. It was maddening, to say the least." He turns his gaze toward the window, his eyes taking in the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the rain.
"If you don't mind me asking, where did you live previously?" You inquire.
"I used to live in Queens," he replies, "but it didn't work out, and my job ended up transferring me here instead," Sonny speaks, his fingers tracing an idle pattern on the cool metal surface of the washing machines. "But it's not all bad," he adds, a hint of optimism resurfacing in his voice. "New places can be good. Fresh starts, you know? Sometimes we need those."
A moment of silent understanding passes between the both of you before he speaks again, a half-smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And hey, at least I’ve got neighbors like you to keep the company."
You manage a small chuckle, the compliment sending a subtle flush of warmth through you. 
Sonny's smile widens, his eyes holding yours for a moment. The silence returns, but it feels different this time—more comfortable, less isolating. The rhythmic hum of the machines continued to fill the room, like a shared heartbeat between two strangers in the night. The rain continues pattering softly against the window, creating an intimate atmosphere in the old laundry room.
The washing machine beeped, signaling that your laundry was finished and ready to be transferred to the dryer. He observes, watching as you transfer your wet clothes to the dryer. As you make small talk, time idles by while you wait for your clothes to finish.
"So," he finally says, "what do you do when you're not doing laundry at ungodly hours?"
The unexpected question momentarily catches you off guard, prompting you to pause and carefully formulate a response. "Well," you begin, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "When I'm not tackling the laundry, I'd like to think of myself as a fairly interesting person. I'm an avid reader, enjoy experimenting in the kitchen, and may or may not have been known to binge-watch an inordinate number of TV shows."
Sonny's smile reveals his rapt attention as he casually studies you, his eyes brimming with curiosity. "An avid reader, a connoisseur of the kitchen, and a TV aficionado," he muses, his voice laced with amused approval. "Quite the impressive trifecta you've assembled there."
Leaning in slightly, his eyes alight with curiosity, he asks, "So, what shows do you binge-watch? Because the answer will either make us friends for life or enemies for eternity.”
The playful challenge in his tone was unmistakable, and you can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement. "Hmm," you think about, pretending to ponder the question. "Well, I enjoy science fiction, thrillers, and the occasional drama. But if you must know..." You lean in. "My guilty pleasure is baking competition shows. There's something about the dough, sprinkled with the tears of defeated contestants, that really appeals to me."
Sonny's rich, hearty laughter echoed through the room. "Baking competition shows, huh? I enjoy those myself, but 'Cake Boss' is a bit much. I appreciate the artistry, but those cakes are just towering, frosting-laden monstrosities that make my teeth hurt. I'd much rather stick to perfecting my nonna's classic cannoli recipe."
You both exchange a knowing glance. "Ah, cannoli," I reply, my mouth nearly watering. "A classic Italian dessert. Do you come from a large, close-knit family that gathers for lively Sunday dinners?”
Sonny's broad, guilty smile confirms my suspicion. "I come from an Italian family, full of the loud, opinionated, and emotional dynamics you'd expect," he confesses. "And yes, our Sunday dinners are quite the spectacle—a lively blend of mouthwatering food, family gossip, and heated debates on everything from politics to the proper way to season a ragu."
Seeing Sonny's smile, you couldn't help but mirror it, the warmth and vibrancy of his family gatherings stirring a touch of envy within me. 
"It sounds like a lot of fun," you say. "I'm a bit envious. My family is more... subdued, I suppose—less colorful." You chuckle as you watch him, for it’s his turn to retrieve his clothes and begin folding them. A few minutes pass, and you follow his movements of folding your own.
"Shall we head back upstairs then?"
Sonny agrees with a nod. "Yeah, we should probably call it a night—or morning, rather." 
He passes your neatly folded clothes over to you, and his fingertips graze yours, sending a subtle shiver through you.
Your conversation flows effortlessly as you make your way back to your apartment. The dimly lit hallway cast a faint yellow glow, broken only by the soft patter of our footsteps and the occasional creak of the building's aged floorboards. Reaching your doors, you both pause. The silence between you grew comfortable, a lingering sense of familiarity and connection palpable. Sonny's gaze met yours, his eyes conveying a mix of reluctance and resignation.
“It was nice meeting you, Sonny,” you say with a smile.
Sonny's boyish smile returns, his warm gaze stirring an unexpected flutter in your chest. "Likewise," he replies, his pleasant, rumbling voice lingering in the air. "I'll catch ya around, alright? Have a good night."
“Night.”
He vanishes inside, the soft click of the door closing behind him echoing in the otherwise silent corridor.
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Rushing to the precinct, Sonny carries a coffee and takeout bag in one hand and his gym bag in the other, determined to be on time. Realizing the sergeant was not present, he saw no need to rush once he made it inside the bullpen. With a few minutes of free time, he decides to explore and familiarize himself with the layout. Several other detectives sit at their desks, filing paperwork as he looks around.
Two women's voices filtered into the bullpen. The first had dark hair flowing freely, slightly older than the other. The second woman's blonde hair was tied back, with a few stray bangs falling across her face.
As Sonny interrupts their conversation, he exclaims, "They shot at cops right outside the police station? So, they want us to know they're crazy."
"You must be my new detective," the brunette says.
Dominick Carisi, Jr. ” He introduces himself, "Call me Sonny. I brought Zeppoli," as he shakes their hand.
"I asked for an experienced, empathic detective, and they sent you," she says.
"I'm way experienced. Sensitive and moody, too, and I can do that whole empathy thing," he assures.
"Where are you from?" the blonde woman asks.
"Staten Island SVU for two months, Brooklyn for almost a month, and then Queens last week," he rattles on.
“So, they love you wherever you go, Carisi?" The brunette says he later finds out that this is his new boss, Sergeant Benson.
"Call me Sonny. I know I was supposed to start tomorrow, but I heard about the shooting over my scanner, so I came in. What's our read?"
Benson and the blonde, who introduced herself as Detective Amanda Rollins, brought him up to speed on the current case, explaining how it connected to a previous case from a few months ago involving Ellie Porter. Ellie had been the victim of human trafficking and gang-raped before being set on fire—a horrible crime. 
Sonny also learned that the young woman they arrested that morning while 'serving’ a john appears to be associated with the same crew. Benson teams up with Sonny to go pick up the girl and instructs Sonny to follow her lead, warning that failure to do so would result in him being sent to the SVU in the Bronx.
Sonny nods, his expression conveying understanding. "Understood, boss," he replies firmly and resolutely. "You have my word. I'll follow your lead."
Benson drives Sonny and herself to Luna Garcia's house. The peaceful journey was accompanied by a pleasant, cloudless day. Sonny savors the warm sunshine and gentle breeze as they drive. His mind wanders briefly, but he refocuses when Benson speaks up.
"So," Benson begins, "you've worked with the Special Victims Unit before; how was that?"
Sonny gazes out at the passing cityscape. As Benson inquires about his past SVU background, he shifts his attention to her, offering a faint smile. "It was intense, no doubt," he replies. "But also immensely rewarding. Dealing with victims of such heinous crimes is grueling work, yet being able to provide even a small measure of comfort and justice makes it all worthwhile."
His expression softens, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of empathy and understanding. The memory of those past experiences still weighs heavily on him. "It can take a toll, though. The trauma those victims endure... it stays with you, you know?"
A brief sigh crosses Sonny's face, the weight of his memories momentarily visible. After a contemplative pause, his gaze returns to Benson, his tone shifting to a more conversational manner. "My time with the SVU has taught me a lot," he remarks. "How to handle sensitive cases, how to approach victims and witnesses, you know the drill."
Benson's gaze flickers to Sonny before returning to the road. “You seem to have the right mindset and approach,” she observes, 'but I need to ensure you play by the rules,” she says, offering him a kind smile. The drive to the girl's house was filled with pleasant conversation as they got to know each other better.
After bringing Luna back to the precinct, the detectives interview her, showing her a photo of Ellie. At first, Luna was uncooperative, insisting she would rather go to jail than provide any information. Benson tried coaxing her with a gentle tone, but this approach went nowhere fast. 
Sonny then intervened, speaking to Luna in a manner he thought might appeal to her, before switching tactics and offering to help her obtain T-Nonimmigrant Status, but only if she helped and gave them a statement.
After Garcia's sudden change of heart, Serg pulled him to the side, outside of the interrogation room, and told him that what he had just done in there was not how they do things here in Manhattan. Sonny apologized and continued working Luna over.
As the day progresses, Sonny is introduced to his new colleagues, Odafin Tutola, and beat cop Nick Amaro, who originally was in the SVU but due to recent events was demoted. 
Together, they planned for Nick to go undercover as a dirty cop looking for a handout with the information he has and a raid for later that evening. Sonny rubs his tired eyes, surprised by the eventful nature of his first day on the job. He stops at a nearby coffee shop to refuel before the eventful night, while Nick prepares to pull over Joaquin Menendez and warn him of the impending raid, a gesture of good faith to maintain their cover.
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Sonny's fatigued senses were beckoned by the rich aroma of the corner coffee shop as he walked in the door. As he waits, his mind drifts—a mix of energizing adrenaline and overwhelming exhaustion swirls inside him.
Sonny's eyes widen in surprise as he recognizes you standing behind the counter.
“Hello, thanks for stopping by. What can I help- Sonny?” 
Surprise flickers across his face, his blue eyes widening as they meet yours. "Hey," he says, a smile spreading across his face. "I didn't expect to see you here." Joy stirs in his eyes, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He steps up to the counter, leaning against it lazily. A hint of weariness still clung to his features, but the sight of you brightened his mood considerably.
With a grin, you say, "What can I get for you? It's on the house."
Sonny's eyes widen in disbelief as he protests, "You can't be serious." A grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he shakes his head. "I can't let you do that. Let me pay."
Chuckling at the memory, you reply, "Nonsense, it's not every day you bond over doing laundry at midnight."
He laughs, Alright, alright," he concedes, "if you insist."
Sonny's eyes scan the menu, weighing his options. "I'll have a strong espresso," he declares. "Caffeine is all I've had today."
You frown. "That's it? Sonny, let me get you something from the bake rack. You can't survive on just coffee."
He chuckles faintly at your concern. "Alright," he surrenders again, a sheepish grin on his face. There's something about squabbling with you that feels oddly familiar, comfortable even. "Surprise me, then."
 Sonny waits for his drink and glances around the cozy coffee shop. The walls are adorned with eclectic artwork, and soft music plays in the background, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. Leaning against the counter, Sonny's gaze occasionally flits to you moving efficiently behind the bar. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the lingering scent of sugar and pastries filled the air. After a few minutes, you place a steaming espresso and a blueberry muffin on the counter. 
Sonny smiles appreciatively as he sips the rich, robust espresso, then bites into the warm, fluffy blueberry muffin. He moans. "This is exactly what I needed," he says, savoring the perfect balance of bitterness from the dark roast and sweetness from the muffin. He settles into a chair near the counter, continuing to sip and nibble on his delightful breakfast.
The espresso's caffeine gradually revives Sonny as he leans back. Every so often, you'd enter the lobby with a rag to clean the tables and restock the napkins, making sure to chat with him whenever you could between helping other customers. As he watches you navigate the coffee shop, skillfully attending to other customers, Sonny couldn't help but admire the seamless way you worked. 
However, he also noticed the subtle signs of tiredness in your eyes; he could empathize. Despite your exhaustion, you continue serving customers with a genuine smile. Sonny's admiration for you grew, not just because of your coffee-making skills but also for your resilience and warm personality.
Sonny gathers his belongings; his thoughts linger on his enjoyable coffee break. He makes his way to the counter.
"Hey," he begins, his voice slightly rough from the potent espresso. "I have to get back, but I just wanted to thank you again for the coffee and muffin. You didn't have to do that."
You dismiss his concern with a casual wave of your hand. "It's no big deal," you say with a warm smile. "I know you've had a long day, and I'm not letting you leave without something in your stomach besides caffeine."
Sonny chuckles softly, knowing that arguing with you is futile. He rubs the back of his neck, still marveling at your kindness. “I owe you one, you know?"
"I'll keep that in mind," you reply with a mischievous grin. 
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During a nighttime raid, the SVU team discovers several undocumented girls as well as a 14-year-old named Missy Brooks. They also apprehend Joaquin, but Detective Tutola allows him to leave after he mentions Amaro's name, to make him think the whole Amaro undercover story was real.
At the precinct, Rollins notices Missy's cell phone background is a photo of an infant. She tells Missy that the police raided a house in May and found children inside. Rollins then asks Missy where her baby is. 
Meanwhile, the TARU team examines the phones of the trafficked girls and discovers they all have the QuickRide app installed. However, Missy remains tight-lipped and refuses to provide any information.
As dawn approaches, Sergeant Benson instructs Sonny to go home and rest for the night, assuring him that the team has the situation under control. She promises to call Sonny once they gather more information and leads.
Sonny nods, visibly tired after a long day and an intense raid. Although he wanted to stay and help the case along, he knew Benson was right. He needed rest if he was going to be of any use.
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Sonny trudges into his small apartment, shuts the door behind him, and leans against it for a moment, letting out a long, weary sigh. The quiet embrace of his apartment envelopes him, and the realization that he was finally alone after such a hectic day washes over him with a sense of relief.
The apartment fell into a peaceful hush, save for the whisper of Sonny's gentle breaths. Occasional murmurs from the air conditioner and distant city noises punctuated the silence. Sonny finally surrenders to a well-deserved sleep.
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When it rains, it bleeds. In Attica, Little Tino was viciously stabbed by three fellow prisoners and required emergency surgery, narrowly escaping death. 
Meanwhile, in the Bellevue prison ward, someone fatally injects a lethal dose into Diego's neck. 
Across town in Queens, Missy and a client are discovered shot to death inside a car. 
Concerned for her son Noah's safety, Detective Benson calls his nanny Lucy, only to learn she has taken him to the DeWitt Clinton Playground. Suddenly, Benson hears the chilling sound of gunfire over the phone. Racing to the playground, she finds that, mercifully, no one has been harmed. 
At the precinct, the squad regroups, and Sonny is introduced to Rafael Barba, an eccentric Assistant District Attorney. Benson then proposes a plan for Nick to meet with Joaquin again, leading to the arrest of both Nick and Menendez.
Time ticks by, and the squad tirelessly works to piece together the complex puzzle. Sonny can feel the exhaustion of the relentless investigation gnawing at his mind. He glances at the clock on the wall, surprised to realize hours had passed. Rising from his chair, he stretches his limbs, his muscles protesting the prolonged sitting.
Benson and Fin visited a now conscious Tino at the hospital, where they ran into his mother, who told them so information to further the investigation to arrange a meeting with a woman named Carmen on Craigslist to locate Selena.
In the seedy hotel room, Sonny prepares to play his part, pretending to be a disgruntled "John" seeking a rougher, more aggressive sex worker. As the knock on the door signals her arrival, Sonny puts on his creepy charm, complimenting the woman and touching her hair, though he feels conflicted about the situation. When she offers only a massage, Sonny becomes aggressive, prompting the woman to flee to the bathroom and call Selena. Moments later, Selena and her driver arrive and confront Sonny at gunpoint. However, Detectives Fin and Rollins intervene and apprehend Selena and her driver.
After escorting the group back to the precinct, the two detectives left Sonny to take a few minutes for himself. Needing time to refocus and regain his composure, Sonny stepped outside the motel and sat down, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. Knowing a visit to his favorite coffee shop would lift his spirits, Sonny soon headed that way, eager for the comfort of a familiar routine.
The familiar and comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee fills his senses. He notices you behind the counter, your smile effortlessly radiant as you greet him.
Taking a deep breath, he approaches the counter, his nerves and the events of the day already making him tense.
He returns your smile, attempting to appear composed despite the nervous energy coursing through him. "Hey," he began, his voice slightly strained. Sonny made his way into the shop, the familiar and comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee filling his senses. He notices you behind the counter; your smile is effortlessly radiant as you greet him.
"Hey there, can I get a repeat of yesterday?" Sonny steps closer.
"Of course, coming right up," you say with a grin.
Sonny leans against the counter, his eyes on you as you pour the black coffee into the cup. 
You place the cup and this time a banana muffin in front of him. Sonny couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort. "Thanks," he says, his voice slightly rough. "You don't know how much I needed this today."
He accepts the cup and muffin, his fingers subtly touching yours for a brief moment, sending a jolt through him. The contact felt natural but also electrifying as if his body was hyper-aware of your touch.
He glances up from his cup and muffin, his eyes flickering over to the counter and you. The thought of asking for your number comes to him. He goes to the same chair next to the counter and begins to eat and sip.
After cashing out a customer, he notices you approaching him and takes a seat on the opposite side of his table. 
"Hey," Sonny replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He studies you, noticing the little details he hadn't observed before—the subtle sparkle in your eyes.
"I hope I'm not interrupting your lunch," you say, your voice casually light. "But I wanted to check in on how you're doing. You look tired."
Sonny chuckles softly, surprised by your observation. "I am tired," he admits. "It's been a long day." The weariness has settled into his eyes, and his slumped shoulders probably betray his exhaustion. He takes another sip of his coffee. "But I appreciate you checking on me," he adds, his eyes meeting yours.
"How did your first day go? You mentioned in the laundry room that it was coming up soon." You ask.
"It was..." Sonny starts. Where to even begin summing up the events of the two days he’s had? It had been a whirlwind of chaos and danger. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, then replies. "It was intense, to say the least. Long hours, lots of work,” Sonny smiled slightly, touched that you remembered their brief conversation from a few days ago. 
You let out a lighthearted laugh as you remarked, "Well, that's not at all mysterious and cryptic."
Sonny chuckles at your remark, feeling the tension in his shoulders lighten a little. "Can't give away all the secrets," he replies, his voice just slightly teasing.
Sonny appreciated that you didn't pry further, even if he could see the curiosity and maybe a bit of concern in your gaze. It was refreshing to be with someone who respected his boundaries and understood not to press for details. He takes another sip of his coffee, the conversation settling into a comfortable rhythm between you two.
"How was your day?" he asks, genuinely interested to hear about your life and experiences. Alone with you in the quiet coffee shop, he hoped to continue the conversation, savoring the chance to linger in your company.
“A customer ordered a drink with sparkling water. I handed it to her, but she immediately frowned and asked if it contained sparkling water. I reminded her that the menu clearly listed the ingredients. Ugh, it frustrates me when people don't read.” Your cheeks redden as you realize you are ranting. "Sorry," you say.
Sonny's exhaustion was momentarily forgotten as a soft smile tugged at his lips. Listening to your little story, he finds himself amused by your rant. He could see the frustration in your expression and the way your cheeks flushed just a bit. It was endearing.
"No apologies necessary," he says, his voice gentle. "I get it. Some people just can't be bothered to pay attention, even when it's spelled out right in front of them." He chuckles softly, enjoying the glimpse into your world. He wonders how many other little annoyances you deal with on a daily basis. He finds himself wanting to know more about your life—the things that made you laugh, the things that made you angry. And he couldn't help but realize that he found your rants quite charming.
"Besides the sparkling water incident," he teases, "was the rest of your day uneventful?" He leans back in his chair, his eyes fixed on you, enjoying the lighthearted moment amidst the day's chaos.
"Yeah, it's pretty dead today, which I'm thankful for; last week we were so swamped."
"Well, here's to a quiet day then," Sonny replies, his tone earnest. He takes another sip of his coffee, his eyes still lingering on you. He was grateful for the brief reprieve the calm atmosphere of the coffee shop provided—a chance to reset before diving back into the chaos of his day.
He glances at his watch, realizing he should probably get back to the precinct soon. But the thought of leaving the quiet comfort of the coffee shop and the easy conversation with you made him hesitate for a moment. He wants more time to talk to you and to know more about you. Taking a deep breath, he pushed his chair back, signaling he was getting ready to leave.
"Hey, Sonny..." You begin calling out to him before he leaves. "Can I have your number?"
Sonny stops in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat at your unexpected question. He turns back to you, surprised but pleasantly so.
"Uh...yeah, sure. I'd like that," he replies, a genuine smile spreading across his face. He quickly grabs a nearby napkin from the counter and fishes a pen out of his pocket. Writing his number onto the napkin, he can't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. Handing the napkin over to you, he watches you closely.
"I'll text you later; you go save the city." You giggle as you hold onto the napkin.
Sonny can't help but smile at your words. There's something about the way you say it—so casual yet sincere—that makes his heart skip a beat. Your carefree attitude is a refreshing contrast to the seriousness of his job.
"And you save me a coffee for tomorrow," he replies with a wink before heading out the door.
He can't help but feel a little lighter than he did before—a subtle boost of energy and anticipation. He knows he has an exhausting day ahead of him, but the knowledge that he'll see you and talk to you again soon makes the idea of returning to work much more bearable. 
Sonny enters the precinct, and the familiar sights and sounds immediately bring him back to reality. He put on his game face. He makes his way towards the squad room; a small smile still lingering on his lips, evidence that the thought of you had brought a glimmer of joy to his day.
Chapter 2
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altsvu · 7 months ago
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top secret
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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
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naturesapphic · 3 months ago
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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)
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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 :)
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teddykisser · 23 days ago
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Our Little Family
Beautiful Things
Captain Olivia Benson x Pregnant Female Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Pregnancy, Crying, Kissing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst/Self Doubt, Suggestive Themes, Slight Smut Towards End.
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Your hand knocked on her door. You loved your wife and you couldn't wait to share the good news with her.
The two of you have been trying to get pregnant and start a family together.
"Come in" Olivia's eyes attention shifted to the knock on her door. You entered, closing the door behind you.
Olivia's face warmed up when she noticed it was you who had knocked. "Hi my love, what can I do for you right now?" Olivia was in the middle of signing papers, but motioned for you to sit down. "Anything bothering you?" She asked, signing as she spoke.
"Um-" You hesitated.
Olivia's demeanor changed when she picked up on your subtle anxiety. Your hands went to pull at the excess skin on your nails.
Olivia's hand grazed your cheek, she raised an eyebrow at you.
"Everything okay, sweetheart?" She paused, giving you a moment to speak.
"Are you busy?" You asked.
"I'll never be too busy for you," she reassured. She placed her pen down. You had Olivia's full attention, she waited for you to explain what was going through your mind.
You were nervous, what if she had changed her mind? What if she didn't want to have a baby with you anymore? What if she didn't love you anymore? Your eyes began to water. You bit your lip to hold back the tears.
Olivia looked at you, trying to figure out what was going on as you bit your lip. "What's going on in that head of yours, darling?" Olivia spoke softly, nodding. "Take a deep breath, sweetheart," she reassured you, moving closer to you, reaching a hand out toward yours to see if you'd want to take it.
"I feel a bit nauseous" You admitted, hoping she'd pick up your hints.
"Nauseous?" Olivia's voice was filled with concern. She got up and walked over to you, resting a hand on your shoulder. "What do you need? Water, medicine?"
You spoke your head "No, liv" you sighed, bringing your hand to rub your temple. You were starting to get frustrated.
"Alright...then what can I do to help you?" Oliva's hand moved to your face, gently caressing your cheek. She looked at you with genuine concern, wanting to help.
"Hear me liv, you're not hearing me" You groaned.
Olivia started to get worried "My love, I'm trying to. Please tell me what's wrong" Olivia spoke softly, sitting on the edge of her desk so she could be a bit closer to you. She moved her hand to her lap, waiting for you to explain.
You nodded "You know how we have been trying to have a baby, right?"
"Yeah..." Olivia's eyes widened, trying to connect the dots.
"I'm nauseous liv..." You paused.
"Are you..are you saying you think you're..." she trailed off, hoping you would fill in the blank.
"Liv, we're having a baby. I'm pregnant" You whispered, your eyes glistened as a stray tear escaped your eyelid.
"Oh my- oh my gosh, that's amazing! Did you take a test yet or were you waiting for me, darling?" Olivia hugged you, holding you in her arms.
You shook your head "Wanted to wait for you liv."
Olivia stood up in a flash, taking hold of your hand. "Let's go get a few. I'm going to grab a few. We'll go to the bathroom, and then go home. We'll figure this out, okay?"
"Wait liv-" you chuckled. "We're at work, are you sure you can just leave right now?" You looked up at her.
"I can leave Rollins in charge, this is important. We don't have an active case right now so I'm comfortable leaving" Olivia nodded.
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You and Olivia are at home, she bought some tests at the store. "Would you like me to come in with you, my love? Or do you want me to wait outside?" Olivia spoke softly, caressing your cheek.
"I'd prefer if you waited out here" You nodded. You felt a bitembarrassed, Liv had seen you naked a bunch of times but this was different.
Olivia turned to face the entrance of the bathroom, as you closed the door. She waited for you to finish, wanting to give you your space. She was bouncing up and down with excitement, biting her lips again, trying to hold back.
You take a deep breath, "here it goes" you say shakily. This could be it, the start to a beautiful life with Olivia.
Olivia wanted to know the results so badly, but she stayed outside until you called for her.
Her heart was beating fast and she had a massive smile on her face, excited to hear the news. She'd been wanting to start a family with you for a few months now, and she was so over the moon that it might actually be happening.
A few minutes passed, there was silence.
Olivia was still waiting outside the bathroom door, but you had been so quiet. "Are you alright in there?" She called out after a moment. She couldn't stand not knowing what the result was.
Sobs filled the air.
Hearing your cries through the door, Olivia got more and more worried. "Darling? Are you okay?" She tried the door again, but it was locked.
You opened the door. Olivia was greeted by your skaily figure, tears streaming down your face.
Seeing your eyes red and puffy, Olivia wanted to wrap her arms around you immediately. "What's wrong?" She asked softly, not seeing the tests in front of her just yet.
"Liv... we're having a baby" you sniffled, you were so happy. You felt overwhelmed with joy.
Olivia felt her whole world stop. We're having a baby. Her eyes widened, and the smile on her face grew so big it almost hurt. Her lips met your forehead, this what everything she ever wanted and more. "Are you serious? You're- we're-" she couldn't find the words.
Your lips met hers as you brought her hand to rest on your stomach.
Olivia held your stomach, gently rubbing it, feeling a wave of emotions hit her. You two were going to be parents, an actual family.
After a second, she pulled you into a hug, her head rested on your shoulder as she squeezed you tightly. "I can't believe this is really happening..."
"Me neither livie..." You mumbled against her.
Olivia held you close, still in disbelief that this was real. She gently pulled away, looking you in the eyes. "I love you so much." She said softly, not sure what else to say.
Your eyes darkened. You pressed your lips against hers once more.
Olivia wrapped her arms around you, kissing you back gently. She held you in the middle of the bathroom, enjoying the feeling of your lips on hers. This was a moment she'd never forget.
A soft moan escaped your lips. As you deepened the kiss, Olivia moved a hand to the back of your neck, gently grasping a handful of your hair. She pulled you closer, not wanting the kiss to end anytime soon.
Your lips trailed down her neck. In response, Olivia tilted her head back, enjoying the feeling of your lips against her skin. Goosebumps started to rise on her arms. Olivia's hand moved to the back of your head. She leaned against the wall as you moved down her neck.
"Liv" you whined softly against her.
"Mmm.. fuck baby" Liv groaned.
You attempted to take control of the situation, pushing your body against hers. Olivia knew she was still in charge. She had a grip on your hair, moving her head further back to give you more space. She let out a soft moan, allowing you to explore this newfound power for a bit.
You inched closer to Olivia, feeling her hands rest on your waist. Your lips worked on her neck.
Olivia bit her lip to stiffle her moan. She closed her eyes, enjoying you. Your lips trailed kisses on her neck, sucking softly on her skin, taking it between your teeth.
"Sweetheart... you need to stop that," Olivia said softly, knowing that if you continued, she wouldn't be able to restrain herself.
"Livie" you whined.
"Oh, my sweet girl.. You do not know the effect you have on me right now.." Olivia groaned, getting more turned on by the second.
"Mm..." You continued to nip at her neck.
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Protective & Possessive (Part 2 to Our Little Family)
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ncis-nerd · 10 months ago
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long cases
Ship: Olivia Benson x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, SA mention and description briefly, cuddling, pet names.
About: A case gone wrong leaves y/n upset and to make matters worse, y/n can relate to the case so she blames her self but her girlfriend, liv, provides a shoulder to cry on and consoles y/n.
"cmon baby, stop being so shy. it's just me. just mommy, sweetie. lemme see your pretty face, hm?" liv cooed, in attempts to get her little lovie out of burying her face into liv's shoulder. y/n slowly begins to pull away, her teary-eyes met liv's. "Oh honey.." liv sighed sadly. she knew that this last case had taken a toll on y/n. it went so wrong and liv can tell y/n is blaming herself. "livie" y/n's voice broke. the fragile girl began to sob, covering her face with her fingers to spare liv the effort of attempting to console her. there was nothing liv could say to change the outcome of the case but what liv could do, was talk to y/n about it. liv knows that y/n was abused sexually in the past so this is why she relates to this case so deeply.
A few minutes passed, liv was giving y/n the space to cry and let it all out before talking to her. Y/n stood limp in liv's arms, tears stopped flowing. Y/n began to trace circles on liv's back. Liv took this as a sign that y/n was in a slightly better state. "Honey?" Liv gambled. Y/n hummed in reponsed. "Are you ready to talk about it, my love?" Liv asked, not removing the girl from her lap just in case. Y/n and Liv had this agreement that they'd always talk about it. If someone was bugging the other, they would not let it cause an argument or fight. To talk about it and dispute the problem before it gets worse.
Y/n scooted over, leaving some space between the two, but not much. Y/n clutched onto liv's hand, not that liv minded. She knew it helped y/n to talk, grounded her. Knowing that liv was real and she would be okay eventually. "I think the reason this case is getting to me so much is because this has happened to me. Not this exact situation but I was SA-ed. A-and I've told you about it briefly but..." Y/n's voice broke, drawing intense circles on liv's hand. With her other hand, liv reached out to rub y/n's back. Giving her a hint to breathe. Y/n takes a deep breath in response, getting the hint. Liv fixated on y/n's story, nodding at her to continue when she's ready.
"P-part of me wished someone had came to save me, but no one ever did. It got worse but you know what? I grew up, and got the hell out of there." Y/n exhaled, feeling a huge weigh lifted off her chest. "That's right my love. What you experienced, is horrible, I have no words. But you're right, you got the hell out of there and I'm so proud of you for that. Shows how strong you are, look how far you came. You help people everyday, you are amazing, my gorgeous, generous, girlfriend." her voice softened with affection.
Y/n let out a soft giggle in response. Liv, obviously confused, gives y/n a puzzled look in response. Furrowing her eyebrows. "That all started with g's, I just thought it was funny." Y/n squeaked in a happier sounding voice. "Oh? Hm? Funny am I?" Liv pushed, climbing onto y/n, trapping them beneath her. Y/n raised an eyebrow towards Liv. Liv attacked y/n with tickles. "l-livie!" She squealed. "How funny am I now? Hm, sweetheart?" Liv teased. Y/n squirmed beneath her, out of breath "l-liv i can't breath!!" Y/n giggled. "Oh, can't you now baby? " Liv inched closer towards Y/n, pressing her lips against y/n's.
Liv fell beside y/n, her hand caressed y/n's face. Their eyes met, and y/n leaned into liv's touch. "I love you so much, babe." y/n whispered quietly. "you are so perfect, angel." Liv whispered in response. They gazed at each other with nothing other than love. They laid in silence, clutching onto one another, falling asleep tangled up in quiet.
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