#SVU fanfiction

[serenasoutherlyns]

listening

“What are you hearing now?”

calex. ao3. 5.3k words. mature/explicit.

“Don’t you think this is a weird time to start a new job?”

Her little sister’s voice is tinny. Ana is making a bottle for the baby, she has her on speakerphone. Casey is listening through her earbuds, walking to said new-old job bright and early on the third Monday of November.

“It is,” said Casey, “but, as we’ve discussed, this was when the position became vacant and they really need it filled. It was all--” Casey dodges an electric scooter-- “A little last minute.”

“You should’ve made them wait until next week. Mom’s mad you’re not coming home.”

Casey had been glad for the excuse. “Mom will be fine. Look, I’m not really in the position to negotiate here.”

“Your suspension has been over for months.”

“And I was offered a job despite the gap in my resume.”

“I just think it’s a little unfair,” Ana says, “You’re like, the best prosecutor I know. They’re lucky you even said yes.”

Casey scoffs lightheartedly. “I would take that compliment if I weren’t the only prosecutor you know.”

“You don’t know my life.”

“I’m here,” says Casey, “bye.”

“Bye.” Casey clicks her phone off and removes her headphones, and hears a voice beside her say her name.

“Alex,” she says in reply. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Casey,” says Alex, who is holding a to-go cup that reads decaf soy which she thinks is fitting. “First day back, right?”

“You are.” Casey sighs a little, remembering the last time she had left this building.

“I can’t believe they didn’t let you start after Thanksgiving,” Alex says.

“I didn’t much feel like flying anyway,” Casey remarks.

Alex checks her watch. “Good luck, Casey,” she says.

“Thanks,” Casey says, and waits for Alex to get a couple steps in front of her before she heads in, and up.

---

Alex doesn’t think much of how little she naturally sees of Casey over the next few weeks. There’s no reason she’d see more of Casey than any of her other coworkers. Casey’s been taking cases for Homicide since she started, or so Alex hears. When she sees her red hair from afar, she wonders for a moment how much of that was her choice. Then she gets drawn into a conversation with Mike Cutter and the thought leaves her mind.

Cutter wants to know if an arraignment went alright, and it did, the guy was remanded. He’s kind of been breathing down her neck, and she isn’t really sure why. She has things to do, so she tries to extricate herself, and succeeds after a while. She passes Casey, this time closer, on the walk back to her office and the woman gives her a polite wave that Alex returns. She sits back down at her desk and doesn’t get up for more than a restroom break until she heads home.

It isn’t pitch black when she leaves, but the sky is darkening rapidly, the last of the sun glowing orange behind the buildings. The chill in the air this morning had brought out one of her winter coats, and she can see her breath in front of her face. She’s grateful for the scarf around her neck.

Traffic stalls. She passes it on foot, and cyclists weave through in a way that makes Alex wonder if they all have death wishes. One particular cyclist zooms past, a red ponytail sticking out from under her helmet. At the stoplight on the corner, Casey gives her another smile and wave. Alex waves back, and as she descends the steps into the subway station, feels a little warm.

---

By week three, Casey feels like she’s just starting to settle in to the work. It’s the same, and it’s different, and she feels all jumbled up sometimes, scattered. They’ve rearranged things around Hogan, everyone’s office is somewhere different than she remembers, including her own. She gets halfway to her old one a couple times. She’s picking up cases as they get thrown her way, which is challenging, but not altogether more difficult than being assigned to one unit. It’s just different. She is mostly adapting.

On the start of her ride home from work (the refurbished Bianchi had been her celebration present to herself) she waves to Alex Cabot as she turns to walk into the subway station. It’s funny to run into her twice in one day, nice. Casey hasn’t made any work friends yet. She knows the scarlet letter of her suspension will inevitably fade as she wins more cases, but for now, many regard her with suspicion, or worse, pity. Alex might be the closest she has-- nobody else has dared to wish her good luck, anyway.

And there was the matter of the Connors trial. Casey begins to recap it in her head, and she recalls Alex, afraid in her office, asking if Casey was ready. Her predecessor had loomed over almost her entire tenure in Sex Crimes. Casey had witnessed, even shared in the experience of the trial that put the man who shot Alex behind bars. Yet, they’re almost strangers, Casey realizes.

She thinks she might like to change that.

---

The next time Alex runs into Casey, they very nearly collide. Alex stops just short of Casey, because she’s trying to text and walk. She should really know better.

“Hi Alex,” Casey says cordially, and takes a step to the side, starts walking down the hallway.

“Hi, Casey,” Alex says equally so, and Casey turns to face her.

“I’m getting coffee. Can you spare fifteen minutes?” Casey asks, and that is unexpected, though not unwelcome, not at all.

“I can, actually,” Alex says with a touch of the surprise she feels.

There’s a coffee cart right outside the office, thankfully. No decaf espresso, no soymilk, but Alex can drink a cup of black drip coffee too. She has an urge she’s had a few times over the years.

“Casey,” she starts after some small talk, “I never got to thank you, after the Connors trial.”

“You didn’t have to,” Casey says. “I mean, I knew you couldn’t, and I was doing my job. And it’s been a long time, Alex…”

“Thank you, Casey,” Alex reiterates.

“You’re welcome.”

“You’re tough,” Alex says. Casey laughs and looks puzzled.

“I am?”

“Yeah,” says Alex, who hadn’t really been thinking before she spoke.

“Coming from you.” Casey seems amused. She blows on her coffee (cream and sugar) and takes a sip. Alex nods to the park across the street and they walk that way, sit on a bench. “You’re a badass, Cabot.”

Alex shrugs and sips her own coffee, watches a woman pushing a stroller pass a man talking loudly into his phone. “Thanks,” she says, in lieu of argument.

The remaining ten minutes pass with lighter chat, about the brisk weather, office politics, and the new season of Top Chef. When Alex gets back to her office, she feels refreshed after the cold, pleasantly caffeinated, and goes back to her work.

---

There’s a horrible cold snap the week before Christmas. It makes Casey glad her landlord sorted out her heat quickly when it broke last month. She caves and rides the subway to work all week-- the roads are far too icy for the bike. The stations and cars are even more packed than usual with commuters who would generally walk and people just looking to escape the cold for a moment. She plugs her earbuds into her iPod and presses play on the new Black Keys album, rides the train for the first two songs and is halfway through the third when she gets to her office. It’s going to be a long day-- she has an opening statement to give, among other things.

The damn copier on her floor is busted (as it often is), so she has to go up one after she has lunch. She sees Alex at her desk on the way to their copy room. She has her glasses on and her hair swept back in a claw clip. She’s writing quickly in a notebook. Alex looks up for a moment, the end of her pen against her lips like she’s deep in thought. She nods and goes back to her work, but moments after Casey starts up the machine, someone speaks behind her. When she turns, it’s Alex.

“Needed a walk?”

Casey is okay with the teasing. That first coffee had turned into a nice, comfortable work-friendship that Casey valued in their office culture.

“The copier downstairs is broken,” she says, leaning against another large machine. Alex has a travel mug in her hand. “Work slow today?”

“Far from it,” Alex says. She takes a sip of what Casey assumes is green tea at this hour. It must be new, because she winces, like she burnt her tongue.

“Ouch,” Casey says, matching the playfulness. Alex rolls her eyes. “You gotta watch out for that.” Alex shrugs.

“What are you doing tonight?” Alex asks her. Casey thinks about it for a second, checking her mind for plans.

“I shouldn’t be busy. Why?”

“I have this reservation,” Alex’s fingers tap against her mug, “it’s at a new place, super hard to get. Would you like to come with me?”

“I,” Casey hesitates for a moment, only because she hadn’t been sure if they were that kind of friends. “Yeah, sure,” she continues, and then it hits her that this sounds kind of like Alex Cabot is asking her on a date. To interrogate that further, she asks, “how did you get the reservation?”

“My friend’s girlfriend left her, today, on their anniversary. She gave it to me.”

“Oh,” says Casey, finding that inconclusive. Instead of pushing her further, she just says, “well, yeah, dinner sounds nice. What’s the dress code?”

“Nicer than jeans,” Alex is specific, “but not too nice. I’m probably going to wear a nice sweater and a skirt.”

“Sounds good,” says Casey, picturing a dress she owns.

“Great, I’m glad. I didn’t want to go alone.”

Probably not a date, then, Casey thinks, and is fine with that. Casey does need to bring the copies she just made back to her office. She gets them and gives Alex a “see you” on her way out. She tries not to think about how she’d wanted it to be one.

---

“It’s so cold,” Casey says as they wait at the host stand. Alex agrees, it had been hard to drag herself out of the house in this weather after a long day of work. But she has it, and she invited Casey, so she’d braved the couple-block walk. Her fingertips are still a bit numb.

“I know, this weather is crazy. Have you been riding in this?”

“No,” says Casey, and Alex is glad to hear it. “She doesn’t like the cold.”

“Your bike?” Alex thinks, of course Casey’s bike is a she. Casey’s eyes crinkle at the corners.

“Bianca,” she says. Alex smiles.

“She sounds like a discerning lady.”

“She demands only the best.” Casey bites her lip, something Alex is learning is a habit of hers. The host leads them to their table.

Alex gets a good look at the necklace Casey’s wearing as they sit down, a delicate gold chain with an emerald at the center. As she takes in the candlelit restaurant, she realizes that this seems like a date.

“Happy anniversary,” Casey says with a wink, and Alex is grateful for the way it breaks the tension, makes her laugh.

“To you too,” Alex says. “Poor Jane.”

“Tell her thank you, from me.” That thankfully ends the last of the awkwardness, Casey’s so considerate and polite, genuine.

“So,” Alex says, trying to find the right topic. She considers work, she considers Top Chef (It’s shaping up to be Paul versus Sarah all season long, but Alex has a soft spot for Grayson), but she lands on something else, that she’s curious about, cares about. She asks, “How did you spend your suspension?”

Casey looks a bit taken aback at the question, but her expression is not offended.

“Nobody asks me that,” she says, “everyone just tiptoes, pretends that I didn’t exist for three years.”

“I know the feeling,” though Alex knows it isn’t the same.

“Right,” says Casey, somewhat disbelieving, which Alex figures she deserves. She turns her head to the side. “I did freelance work, volunteered at an LGBT center… I read a lot, mostly memoirs and fiction. I worked out twice a day. I watched the entirety of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD more than once. I mostly spent it by myself.” She looks back at Alex.

“That sounds almost restorative.” Alex is sure it wasn’t, really, but she’s trying to be positive, for Casey’s benefit.

“In a way,” Casey puts her hand on the back of her neck, “it was, in a way. I was pretty miserable for the first few months, pretty bored for the rest of it.”

“I never thought you deserved that severe of a punishment,” Alex says, and is telling the truth, based on what she had heard second hand.

“Maybe,” says Casey, “I was headed down a pretty bad path, though, dangerous. I would’ve gotten myself disbarred for something else if they’d let me get away with that.”

Alex admires Casey’s capacity for introspection, for honesty. She says “Hm,” encouraging Casey to talk. She doesn’t have more to say about the suspension, though.

“Since you asked me,” she says, “what was it like to be Alex Cabot again?”

Alex is glad that she hadn’t exactly reversed her question. “Incredibly difficult,” Alex says with a little laugh, figuring she ought to return Casey’s honesty. “I never got used to the program, really, but that time still passed, and nothing was the same when I got back.” She hopes Casey can forgive her vagueness. “Nobody asks me that question, either,” she finishes.

“Do you like to be asked?”

Alex thinks for a moment before she speaks. “Yes,” she says, “I do.”

---

As they leave the restaurant, Casey still hasn’t made her final prediction as to whether or not it’s a date. She knows she can just ask, she knows that. She worries, though, that if the answer is no, she’ll lose someone who is quickly becoming a valued friend. Alex shivers as they wait for Casey to find a cab outside. Casey’s teeth chatter, and simply out of instinct, the two of them move closer to each other until Casey can feel Alex’s body heat next to her.

And she goes for it.

Alex is stiff for an extremely long moment before she kisses back. She makes up for it, though, with a hand on Casey’s waist that draws her in suggestively. It might not have been a date, but Alex doesn’t seem to mind this. When Casey pulls away, Alex gives her a contemplative look.

“Should I not have…” Casey trails off, not finishing before Alex replies.

“No, I’m just a little surprised.”

“And is that a good thing?”

Casey watches Alex’s eyes as she looks at her lips. She bites her own.

“Yes,” she says. She sees a taxi and hails it. Casey holds out her hand as she starts to get in, and Alex follows her.

---

Alex notes, as they walk up the six flights of stairs to get to Casey’s apartment, that this desire snuck up on her. It is real, though, and she’s had the cab ride all the way to Brooklyn to think about it. Casey’s casually granted invitation is appealing, as is the view Alex is offered as Casey walks in front of her, from her hair to her heels.

Casey makes an exasperated sound as she’s unlocking the door. “Fucking thing always sticks.” She gets it to open on the third try. Her apartment is cozy, which is to say, small, but well-decorated and arranged. The radiator is on and a window is open. She has some real art on the walls, and when she notices Alex looking at it explains, “They’re by a college friend of my sister’s. We all got prints for Christmas a few years ago.”

“They’re nice,” Alex says, following Casey’s lead and removing her shoes. Casey takes her coat and hangs it up.

“Thanks,” Casey says, “I don’t think you’re here to admire my art collection.”

“No, no I’m not.” Casey leans against a wall in her kitchen-living room, and Alex steps forward, kisses her softly.

“That’s more like what I thought,” Casey says in a pause. Alex chuckles.

“Quite presumptuous, don’t you think, Casey?” Alex teases.

“I seem to be right.”

Alex considers this. She had asked Casey to dinner, it makes sense that Casey would’ve expected the night to go here. Alex feels like she’s playing catch up with her own intentions.

Alex nods, and leaves it at that as she kisses Casey again.

---

Casey is going to go home for Christmas, though she doesn’t want to. Ana needs her there, she hasn’t seen her nephew since he was born, her father’s health has been getting worse, and she just doesn’t have any excuse, any reason to stay in the city. She’s leaving on the 23rd, and the final three days in the office before she leaves fly.

Her friendship with Alex appears to be virtually unaltered, which Casey can’t quite bring herself to complain about, let alone change. She had been perfectly content to be nothing more than work friends. Now they were work friends who had slept together. Casey assumed it wouldn’t happen more than once. That dinner hadn’t been a date, she’d decided, and the sex had been nothing. That Alex is attractive, engaging, and great in bed doesn’t have to mean anything else.

Alex doesn’t give her any indication that anything has changed, anyway, except a warmer, fonder smile she flashes her sometimes. Casey chalks it up to comfortable familiarity, closeness, that also doesn’t have to mean anything else.

It’s just sex, just a one night stand. They don’t even acknowledge it. They barely see each other in the office before she leaves. Casey, at least, is trying to get ahead on work. No invitations to dinner are extended, either, so when would they? Their interactions amount to waves and nods. That’s going to have to be okay.

It is okay, and her flight home goes smoothly. Her mother doesn’t try to set her up with any of her friends’ (divorced or gay) sons at midnight mass. The baby is pulling up to stand, her father is in good spirits. They have a calm Christmas Eve and then a busy Christmas morning with Casey’s grandparents, aunts and uncles, her cousins and their kids. Her mom only gives her a couple passive-aggressive comments about having babies. It’s a tolerable, even pleasant few days.

Around lunch on the 30th, her last day at her parents’, she gets a text from Alex.

- What are you doing New Year’s Eve?

She’d heard that song that morning, in a Target. Another follows seconds later:

- I have a party I can’t get out of and nobody to go with.

Not a date, again, Casey thinks, and this time she allows herself a little disappointment. She still would like to go, though, If nothing else, to see what kinds of parties Alex frequents.

- I don’t have plans, but I might be jet lagged. A party sounds fun if you’ll put up with my grogginess.

Alex’s reply:

- It’s roaring 20s themed. I know, pedestrian. I think I have a dress you could wear, I know it’s late notice. - You can be as groggy as you want. We don’t even need to be there until midnight, I just have to make an appearance.

Casey is amused at Alex’s lack of enthusiasm and resolves to brighten her evening even just a little.

- Sounds like a plan :).

She doesn’t regret risking the emoticon.

---

Alex is nervous as she opens the door, jitters that she thinks are misplaced. It’s around eight PM, they have some time before they need to be at the party. She knows enough about Casey to know that she would never judge the themed outfit she has on. She hasn’t even committed all the way: she wears a low-waisted short black dress and a fascinator, and calls that good enough.

Casey has on jeans and a tee shirt under her coat, and Alex has never seen her this casual before. Her hair is curled, too.

“Wow,” Casey says, eyeing Alex.

“Too much?”

“No, not at all.” Casey has an expression Alex now recognizes, that suggests her outfit is perfectly fine. Alex returns it, eyeing Casey’s slight curves in the bootcut denim and snug top. Tonight might be a date. Alex has been thinking about Casey since before Christmas, unsure of what to do next, especially because she hasn’t seen her around. She’ll make tonight a date.

“I have a dress,” Alex says, “here, come see.” Casey follows her and when they get to her bedroom, she feels the acute familiarity of it, feels herself drawn to her. The dress laid out on her bed is short, red, with fringe at the hem. Alex had worn it to this party last year, and the year before that (with different accessories). It turns heads. The only reason she isn’t wearing it this time around is because she wants to see it on Casey. Her nerves start to pick up as Casey looks wide-eyed at the garment. “Oh, um. I can probably find another one that would work.”

“No need. It’s very,” Casey swallows, “nice.” Alex sees where her hesitation is coming from. She can’t help but enjoy it.

“I think so too.” Casey touches the material between her first finger and her thumb. Then she looks at Alex for a moment. “I’ll let you change.”

“Thanks,” Casey says, like her mind is elsewhere. When she opens the door to the bedroom, Casey is subtly blushing. She is breathtaking in a very literal sense. Alex wants to skip the party.

“I brought some jewelry,” Casey says, her hands on her hips, bending to pick up her handbag. “Silver and gold options. Help me pick?”

“Happily.” Based on what she’s seen, Alex likes Casey’s taste in jewelry. She pulls two necklaces and two pairs of earrings out of a zipper pocket in her purse. Alex steps forward to examine them. Her hand brushes Casey’s and burns.

Casey lays the necklaces on the bed first, the emerald Alex has already seen and a similar silver one, a little shorter, with an oval garnet pendant. Alex notices Casey’s had a manicure recently, her nails are a mauve color that matches her glossed lips. Casey holds her hair up with one hand and a gold earring up to her ear with the other one.

“The earrings depend on the necklace,” she says contemplatively, then exchanges it for the silver one. “What do you think?”

When she looks to Alex for her opinion, her head tilts to the side. “Which one?” She says with a smirk.

“Silver,” Alex says. Her mouth is dry. Casey hands her the necklace. Alex undoes the clasp and steadies her hands as she places it around her neck, Casey looks slightly down as she continues to hold her hair up. Alex appreciates the help. As the clasp closes, Casey releases her hair and turns around.

“What do you think?”

Casey’s voice is deep and low, and Alex thinks she knows what she’s doing. Her eyes are drawn to where the gem falls on Casey’s chest, right where her collarbones meet. She really doesn’t want to go to this party.

---

They get to the party around ten. It’s what Casey expected, at a very nice hotel ballroom. Hors d’œuvres (Casey likes the goat cheese and fig jam bites) and flutes of Champagne are passed around effortlessly by servers in crisp white shirts. Jazz plays from the exceedingly nice speaker system. Alex seems comfortable here, but in a practiced way. Casey has seen Alex at extremes, intensities, moments where she couldn’t put on a façade. Her guard seems up here, as she makes small talk with acquaintances Casey doesn’t know. Alex hesitates the first time she makes Casey’s introduction, before saying, “This is my friend, Casey Novak.”

Just a month and a half ago she’s sure Alex would’ve called her a colleague.

At around eleven thirty, three flutes in, Casey is starting to suppress yawns, and Alex seems to be getting restless-- judging by how she’s rubbing her knuckles against each other, a habit Casey’s picked up on.

“Come with me,” Casey says, holding a hand out for Alex’s. She thinks she saw a balcony at one end of the room. And yeah, it’s absolutely freezing, but she has an idea.

“Fu-uh-ck, it’s cold,” Alex says as she follows Casey out of the double doors. There’s a man finishing a cigarette, who leaves after Casey gives him a look. “I know it’s not quite midnight.” Casey uses the hand she’s still holding to pull Alex into her and kisses her gently. Alex responds, her other hand enthusiastic on Casey’s cheek. She deepens the kiss but keeps it calm, like she’s in no rush. Alex’s heels are higher than her own and the height difference they create is notable. Casey has to tilt her head up, and Alex uses that to her advantage, pulling back and placing a soft kiss near her earlobe. Casey’s sure her red lipstick leaves a mark.

“Let’s go,” Alex says seriously, her voice thick. Casey lets herself be led, through the now-dancing crowd, to the coat check, then out the door. A bank across the street’s sign shows they have fifteen minutes to midnight.

Though Alex’s apartment is not too far away, Casey still wishes she’d brought gloves, and curses her heels. Falling snow is turning into slush on the sidewalks and her toes are cold, she worries about slipping.

“Fuck!” Yells Alex, shivering, rubbing her hands together. “Sorry, Casey. We’re almost there.” Apparently, Alex thinks she controls the weather. Casey wouldn’t be surprised if she really does.

Casey laughs. “That’s okay.”

Alex reaches across the inches between them, grabs a handful of Casey’s coat and kisses her insistently. Casey takes a second to adjust. Alex’s cheeks are cold against her own but her mouth is pleasantly warm. As fast as the kiss begins, it’s over, and Alex keeps one of Casey’s hands in hers, pulls her faster until they reach her building.

The doorman nods to them on their way in. Were it not for the elderly woman already on the elevator when they enter it, Casey’s sure they would be all over each other. Alex’s apartment is a good-sized one bedroom, and a clock on the wall reads eleven fifty nine.

“Happy New Year, Casey,” Alex says to her, then, taking her hand again, leads her down her hallway into her bedroom.

---

Alex presses Casey’s hips into her own, then lets her knee come between her legs. She touches her necklace lightly, then runs two fingers over the length of her collarbone. Casey exhales. Alex uses that as an opportunity, kissing her, reveling in the sound of Casey’s breath in the air.

She sets a slow pace, she wants to take this in, now that she’s certain. With each movement of her lips, tongue, of her hands on Casey’s waist, her chest, she pays careful attention to what responses she gets where. An honest-to-God whimper comes out of Casey’s throat.

“Can you unzip me?” Alex says, standing up.

“I can,” Casey purrs. She rises too, and as she undoes the zipper, places a kiss every inch or so along her spine. Alex sighs. She steps out of the dress, revealing nothing but a delicate lace thong. When she turns around, Casey looks at her with a desirous smile. She steps forward and presses her palm into Alex’s ass, kisses her briefly. She turns around and Alex unzips her quickly, then pushes the dress off her shoulders. As soon as it’s off of Casey’s ankles, Alex pushes Casey back onto the bed, landing on her lap.

“I really like this necklace.”

“I can tell,” Casey says. “You were staring at it all night. I thought you would.”

“You think about me?” Alex hopes her self-consciousness is disguised with seduction.

“Yeah.”

“What about me?”

Casey grins. Alex hums. She admires Casey’s expanse of smooth pale skin and touches, traces idly along her chest, her ribs. Red marks appear where Alex’s nails drag even lightly. Casey pulls her down, then and holds her still with a hand laced into her hair.

“This,” she says, lips against her neck, “this,” she says again, running her thumb along the top of Alex’s panties. “This, too.”

---

Alex catches her breath beside her when they’re well and truly done. She yawns and swings her legs off the side of the bed, then gets up. She walks down the hall. Casey hears what sounds like medicine bottles rustling and opening, then footsteps further down the hall, then the sink running and turning off.

“I thought you might be asleep,” Alex says when she gets back. She sets one glasse of water down on a side table and hands the other to Casey.

“Thank you,” Casey takes a sip, “Happy New Year.”

“Any resolutions?” Casey thinks about that for a second.

“Get back in the gym,” she lands on.

“Like you’ve been slacking.” Alex gets up and goes into her closet and comes out with tee shirts and boyshorts. She hands a pair to Casey, who dresses in them. They smell like Alex. When she gets in bed beside Casey, she sits close, their thighs pressed together.

“For me,” Casey says. “What about you?”

“I want to pay better attention to what I want,” Alex says, and Casey doesn’t reply, waits for her to elaborate on her own. “I’m not the best at, listening to myself.”

“I get it.”

“How do you do it?” Alex asks. Casey’s not sure she’s that good at it, but hazards a response.

“I had three years to learn.” Casey’s voice is quiet and calm. “It’s a matter of paying close attention. Of deciding you’re worth paying attention to.” Alex just nods. “What are you hearing now?”

Alex sets her water glass down and dries her hand on the sheets. Casey follows suit. Alex wordlessly kisses Casey’s shoulder, squeezes her hand, and clicks off the lamp lighting the room.

---

New Year’s Day is a bright and clear Sunday, and the birds wake up Alex early. Casey has still beaten her, awake and sitting up. Alex is pressed into her side, her face against Casey’s thigh when she opens her eyes.

“Morning,” Casey says, more chipper than should be legal at, she checks the clock on her nightstand, seven AM. Alex yawns, blinks some leftover sleep from her eyes. They threaten to close, to give her just a few more moments of sleep, but Casey’s hand on the back of her own rouses her. She sits up herself and kisses Casey unhurriedly. Casey cups her cheek and under her jaw, and breaks the kiss to speak. “I’m craving a pastry.”

Alex can’t help the wide smile that she feels coming across her face.

“Very funny.” Casey, though deadpan, sounds amused. Then her stomach growls, and they both giggle.

“Maybe something more substantial?” Alex suggests.

“Sure,” Casey says.

Alex isn’t sure exactly where they’re going when they leave her apartment in two sets of her own clothes. Her neighborhood is full of breakfast places, but she decides on her second-favorite, that’s slightly closer to her house.

They sit at a booth by the window. Alex gets pancakes and Casey orders her eggs over medium. As Alex pours syrup, Casey says, “I wouldn’t’ve guessed you had a sweet tooth.”

“Why not?”

“I just wouldn’t have,” Casey says, “it’s cute.”

Cute is not ordinarily a word Alex hears about herself, and it makes her snort. Casey gives her a look that says see? and Alex feels herself blush. Casey dips her toast into her eggs, and when Alex sees her looking out the window, she can almost hear herself saying yes.

[ncis-nerd]

I've got you babe

Ship: Olivia Benson x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, SA mention in detail, Fluff, Pet Names, Tickling, Older GF x Younger GF, Age Difference, Slight Mommy Kink.

About: A case gone wrong leaves you upset especially since you can relate to the case so you blame yourself but your older girlfriend Olivia provides a shoulder to cry on and comforts you.

Word Count: 792

Miscellaneous Masterlist

"Cmon baby, no need to be so shy. It's just me. Just mommy, my sweet girl. Let mommy see your pretty face, hm?" Olivia cooed.

The older woman coaxed you out of your little cocoon. Your head was buried in her shoulder.

As you slowly begins to pull away, your teary-eyes met Liv's.

"Oh honey.." Olivia sighed sadly.

She knew that this last case had taken a toll on you. The outcome of the case was so upsetting you took it personally, blaming yourself. Olivia's eyes, full of care and concern for you, scanned your face awaiting your reaction.

"Livie" you called out, finally your voice broke.

Olivia watched as the fragile girl began to sob. You attempted to cover your face with your fingers to spare your older girlfriend the energy of consoling you.

There was nothing Olivia could say to change the outcome of the case but what she knew talking would help her little love.

As captain, Olivia is aware of your background, how you were sexually assaulted in the past. She knew you could relate to the case on a deeper level, which is why you took the verdict so hard.

She sighed softly, her hand stroking your hair as the other caressed your back in attempt to ground you.

A few minutes passed, Liv was giving you the space to cry and let it all out before talking to you. There was no rush for you to open up, she understood. Liv has experienced this in victims and even in her own complicated history.

You sat limp in her arms as your tears met a halt. Your fingers started to trace light circles on Liv's back.

Olivia took this as a sign that you were ready to talk.

"Honey?" Liv spoke softly, her hand resting softly on your back.

You hummed in response.

"Are you ready to talk about it, my love?" The older woman asked, her face scanning you for signs of distress.

You and Liv had this agreement that you would always talk about it. If something was bugging the other, then you wouldn't let it escalate to an argument or fight. To talk about it and dispute the problem before it gets worse.

You scooted over, leaving some space between the two, but not much. Your hand clutched Liv's, not that she minded.

Olivia knew some form of physical touch helped you to ground you. It served as reassurance that Olivia was real and you would be okay eventually.

You let out a shaky breath before glancing back at Liv. She nodded, motioning for you to go on.

"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 touched... without my consent..a-and I've told you about it briefly but..." Your voice broke, gripping Liv's hand tightly.

With her other hand, Olivia reached out to rub your back. Subtly reminding you to breathe.

"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." You exhaled, feeling a huge weigh lifted off your 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.

You let out a soft giggle in response. Liv, obviously confused, shoots you a puzzled look.

The older woman furrowed her eyebrows.

"That all started with g's, I just thought it was funny." You squeaked in a lighter tone.

"Oh? Hm? Funny am I?" Liv pushed, climbing onto you, trapping you beneath her.

You raised an eyebrow towards your girlfriend who looked like she was plotting something. Olivia smirked as she attacked you with tickles.

"l-livie!" You squealed.

"How funny am I now? Hm, sweetheart?" Liv teased.

You squirmed beneath her, out of breath "l-liv i can't breath!!" You giggled. "Oh, can't you now baby? " Liv inched closer towards you, pressing her lips against yours.

Liv fell in the empty space beside you, her hand caressed your face.

Your eyes met Olivia's warm brown eyes as you leaned into Livia's touch.

"I love you so much, babe." You whispered quietly.

"You are so perfect, angel." Liv whispered in response.

The two of you gazed at each other with nothing other than love. Laying in silence, clutching onto one another, as you both fell asleep tangled up in silence.

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[teddykisser]

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.

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.

[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.

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[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…

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

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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[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 off, 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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🧞Barba + 53 from the smut prompt list (re: tattoo) please & thanks! 💜

tattoo ridden

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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[poisonsage808]

Cough Syrup

“I’m sick.”

The back of his hand rests on top of your forehead as he calls you dramatic, a slight frown pulling at his lips. You might as well have said you’re on your deathbed with the bubonic plague. Don’t forget whose choice it was to be with the world’s most paranoid man.

• John’s not overbearing in the ways you might’ve expected him to be. Content to do his own thing, he doesn’t hover but he makes it a point to let you know he’s there. And he doesn’t particularly want you doing something when he could do it for you. He’s already made it abundantly clear, many times throughout your relationship, that he’d do anything for you, “You need only ask, sweetheart.”

• Tissues? Water? On the nightstand. Soup? Let him know what kind your heart desires, he’ll go get it. Ice cream? Why not, the whole don’t have dairy when you’re congested is a myth anyways!

• He brings you tea in his favorite mug, gives you a look, the one where his eyes narrow and he’s obviously fighting a grin, when you ask him to blow on it because it’s too hot. He does, of course.

• If he’s unable to get out of work, he’s calling you to make sure that you’re taking medicine. Even if you’re not the type to skip out on the five hour doses, he’ll threaten to check if he thinks you’re lying. He still might, actually.

• Nervous, excited, upset, etc, you already know that John talks all the time. He’s checking your temperature and telling you about how he used to do this for his brothers. He’s pulling the sheets to your chin and bragging that he never gets sick— which, so far, has been true— and telling you what you should be doing to prevent a cold in the future.

• Though, he manages to quiet down when he catches your blinks becoming longer. More than ok with putting you to sleep, despite whispering “Am I that boring, honey?”, his knuckles gently brush down your warm cheek to help that drowsy feeling. Because as nice as it is to hear his own voice, he misses the way you interrupt him, or join in, laugh or scoff, or derail the conversation into an entirely different one.

• Absolutely refuses not to share the bed with you. If you sleeping on the couch, he replies with, “You already know I’ll just follow you.” And he would.

• You can’t really argue with John when his defense is that he doesn’t get sick; he doesn’t! However you could be bedridden with the actual Black Death and he would still be going to sleep that night with his arms around you. No matter what, he will not miss out on a single night sleeping next to you.

• So it’s safe to say (as long as you’re not snotty or coughing or sneezing in his face) he’ll still kiss you, too. Forehead kisses he gets away with by swearing, “This is the most accurate way to check for fevers.” You’re not sure you believe that when he still uses the thermometer… You’re also incredibly endeared by the action.

[jiggy-manda]

i just think they should kiss <3

[mentally-unstabler]

Recovery

Elliot Stabler x Female Reader

TWs- Canonical SVU violence/themes, mention of possible rape (no descriptions or imagery)

AN - this will definitely have a few more parts to it. Check out part 1 here (Disposed). Also we kinda jump around POV-wise this chapter so hopefully it’s not confusing at all.

Masterlist

— 1.1k wc—

Olivia paced back and forth in the waiting room, agonizing over the lack of answers regarding the conditions of her fellow detectives. Despite it being the middle of the night, the whole SVU squad had rushed down to Mercy Hospital as soon as they got the call. None of them had slept in hours.

They’d lost contact with you and Elliot around 6pm the day before, which instantly triggered alarm bells. The raid on the traffickers house was supposed to go down that night and as hours passed without contact, the squad knew something was wrong.

Olivia was the first to raise alarm to the situation. The rest of the squad reserved their worry for a few hours, hoping the two of you had just been caught up and weren’t able to call at the scheduled time.

Eventually, Fin and Munch did a drive by of the target house. When a neighbor commented the occupants left quickly after dinner, they immediately phoned the Captain.

An APB went out on the radios for the missing detectives but no leads panned out. It wasn’t until 2am that Cragen received a call from the Coast Guard, informing him that there were two individuals being pulled from the water. There had been no updates since.

Olivia looks up as a nurse enters the room. The squad was preparing themselves for bad news, seeing as there had been no updates since the initial call to Cragen.

“Is Captain Cragen present?” the nurse asks, scanning the room. She pulls the Captain aside and briefs him on the conditions of his detectives.

Cragen’s face looks relieved as the nurse gave the update, giving Olivia hope that your conditions weren’t as bad as she feared. Eventually Cragen thanked the nurse and returned to where your squad was sat.

“Elliot is recovering from exhaustion and hypothermia,” the Captain explains. “The doctors think they were in the water for over an hour.”

“What about y/l/n?” Fin asks.

“She’s in surgery,” Cragen sighs. “She took a bullet to the shoulder. The nurse said the surgery will be a few hours due to the damage.”

“Ouch,” Fin replies, grimacing at the idea of shoulder surgery.

“But they’ll both be ok?” Olivia asks, worried for her friends.

“They believe so,” Cragen assures her.

All they could do at this point is believe.

IAB showed up at the hospital shortly after dawn. The Captain briefed Tucker on the status of the detectives but explained neither of them was able to give a statement at the moment. Tucker was agitated at the lack of evidence regarding the prior nights events but declined to press for further information out of the Captain.

As soon as Elliot was awake, Olivia and the Captain went to visit him. Fin and Munch hung back in case the nurse had updates on your condition. Also, they didn’t want to overwhelm Elliot, and they needed to keep an eye on Tucker.

“Hey El. How are you feeling?” Olivia asks her partner as she enters his room. The Captain hangs in the doorway, allowing Olivia the time to talk to Elliot.

“Like I got hit by a bus,” Elliot groans in response. “How is she?”

“Y/N’s in surgery,” Olivia replies, sitting on the edge of his bed. “They’re working on her shoulder.”

“I don’t know what happened,” he said. “One second we were talking with the traffickers and the next second they had us bound in the back of a truck.”

“It’s ok,” Olivia reassures him. “We can figure all of this out later. Right now you need to rest.”

“Hey Elliot,” Cragen chimes in. “IAB needs a statement but I let them know you’re still resting. Munch is going to hold back Tucker as long as he can.”

Elliot nods in understanding, his eyes threatening to close in exhaustion.

“I thought she was dead,” he mumbles to Olivia. “She passed out. She wasn’t breathing.”

“How long was she out?” Olivia asks, worried about your condition.

“Too long,” Elliot replies. “I was swimming as fast as I could but she wasn’t moving. She was so cold and limp.”

“She’s going to be alright El,” Olivia states, giving her partner a reassuring smile. Elliot and you had always had a special bond to say the least. It seemed like everyone in the world could see it except the two of you.

“Do you want me to call Kathy?” Olivia asks Elliot.

“Sure,” he replies quietly. “I don’t think she wants to see me but it would be good to let her know I’m ok.”

Kathy had walked out on their marriage months ago and they weren’t exactly on the best terms. Elliot still held onto hope that their marriage was fixable, but was unsure how realistic that outcome was.

Olivia agreed to call Kathy and left Elliot to rest, turning his lights off before shutting the door.

On the way back to the waiting room, the Captain was intercepted by a nurse with a clipboard. Olivia went to join him but Cragen quickly asked her to go update the squad and call Kathy.

Cragen can tell by the look on the nurse’s face that it wasn’t great news.

“Mr. Cragen are you aware that Y/N gave you power of attorney in situations where she is incapacitated?” The nurse asks.

“Yes I’m aware,” Cragen responds. You didn’t have any family and so when you joined SVU a few years prior, you gave Cragen power of attorney in case of this exact situation. You trusted that he would make good decisions on your behalf.

“She’s out of surgery but still sedated,” the nurse explains. “But we need your permission before we can do the rape kit.”

“Rape kit?” Cragen asks, confused.

“The surgeons noted recent vaginal trauma whilst prepping her for surgery. We would have done the kit sooner but she was losing too much blood,” the nurse explains.

“Of course,” Cragen responds somberly. “You have my permission to do the kit. Can one of my detectives be in the room when you perform it? I know she’s unconscious but she’d want someone she knows there.”

The nurse allows Cragen to fetch Olivia from the waiting room, agreeing it may be best to have a female present. Olivia was also your best friend and an older sister of sorts, so she was the obvious choice for the task.

“Captain what’s going on?” Olivia asks worriedly as soon as they leave the waiting room.

“I need you to go in and sit with her while they do the rape kit,” he explains to her.

“Rape kit?” Olivia asks in shock. “Was she…”

“They think so,” Cragen sighs. “I’m going to go and give IAB an update. They may want Elliot to get one too given the circumstances.”

Olivia nods and follows the directions to the exam room, hoping you’d be ok.

[luizd3ad]

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

[ncis-nerd]

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!!

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.

[teddykisser]

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.

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)

[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 - Finding my Way Back

6 -

????

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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

[cissyenthusiast010155]

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

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

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

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

Enjoy (;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanna be good for me?”

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

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

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

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

“Such a pretty girl…”

“Oh Jesus FUCK—!” She moaned out.

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

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

The blonde shaked her head cock-drunkenly.

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

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Alex Cabot Masterlist

[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.