#alex cabot drabble

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BOSS MOVES ➫ alex cabot

pairing: alex cabot x sassy bimbo!fem!reader

synopsis: you push, she resists but not as much as she should. and when alex finally caves, taking you out under the guise of not taking you out, it’s only a matter of time before she stops pretending she isn’t enjoying every second of it

warnings: implied attracted, power dynamics?? teasing and playful banter, alex and reader drink wine, alex is actually a bigger tease than reader

word count: 2.2k

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The next few days at the office are your personal playground.

Alex does her best to act like nothing happened, like she didn’t throw down fifteen grand just to keep you out of some finance bro’s clutches, like you’re not pressing up against every carefully constructed boundary she’s set.

But you know better. You see it in the way her fingers tense around her pen whenever you lean too close, the way her gaze flickers to your lips when you sip your coffee just a little too slowly, the way she takes exactly two full seconds to respond whenever you call her boss in that particular tone: the one that makes the word feel like something teasing and filthy all at once.

You don’t push too hard. Just enough. Enough to keep her simmering.

You swing by her office under the pretense of needing something trivial. An approval, a signature, a pointless clarification for a report you definitely didn’t need to write in the first place. You drape yourself against the chair across from her desk, stretching just so, letting your blouse ride up the tiniest bit, watching her pointedly not look. When she finally sighs and asks, in that perfectly clipped, exasperated tone, “Do you actually need something, or are you just here to be a menace?” you only grin, tapping your lips like you’re deep in thought.

“Well,” you muse, “you did buy me. Thought I’d check in and see when you’d like to cash in.”

Alex closes her eyes for a brief, prayerful moment. Then, very slowly, she exhales and looks at you. “It’s not a date.”

“Sure, boss,” you say sweetly, ignoring the way her jaw tightens.

But she gives in. Of course, she does.

You pick the restaurant, and of course, it’s expensive. Upscale in a way that’s designed to be subtle—nothing gaudy, nothing over-the-top, just sleek, modern elegance with low lighting and plush seating, the kind of place where the air smells like expensive wine and softly seared steak, where the waiters glide rather than walk. The music is low, a slow, sultry jazz that hums through the space like a whisper against the skin.

You dress the part, naturally. A dress so silky it practically melts over your body, in a deep, rich red that makes you feel like temptation wrapped in fabric. It’s tasteful but barely—delicate straps over your shoulders, a plunging neckline that begs to be noticed, a slit up your thigh just high enough to make sitting a calculated maneuver. Your heels are sharp enough to be weapons, and you’ve slicked your lips in a shade that could kill a weaker woman.

Alex, of course, is devastating in the effortless way that only she can manage. Her suit is black, crisp, tailored just right, clinging to her in all the right places. But it’s the way she wears it that gets you. The way she carries herself, all self-assured authority and quiet confidence, like she could command a room without saying a single word.

And god, her hair? pinned up in a neat, no-nonsense bun that does absolutely nothing to stop your mind from wandering, from lingering on the elegant slope of her neck, on the smooth, tempting skin left exposed.

You catch yourself staring more than once, imagining the marks you could leave there, the way she’d tense, maybe even gasp, if you pressed your lips against that spot just below her ear—

“Enjoying yourself?” Alex’s voice cuts through your thoughts, dry, amused, and you realize, with some mix of embarrassment and delight, that she caught you.

You blink, all innocence, swirling your wine. “Immensely.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s the tiniest twitch at the corner of her lips, like she’s fighting a smirk.

The waitress comes by then, a perky brunette who practically beams when she looks between the two of you. “Oh my gosh, you two are adorable,” she gushes before either of you can say a word, hands clasped in front of her chest. “Such a stunning couple! Seriously, I love the power suit, and that dress? You guys look like a literal dream together.”

There’s a beat of silence.

You bite your lip, pressing down a grin. Alex just stares at the poor woman, so profoundly unimpressed you think she might actually be reconsidering her entire life’s choices.

The waitress, blissfully oblivious, continues, “Are you celebrating something? An anniversary? Date night?”

Alex exhales through her nose. “It’s not a date.”

You hum, tilting your head. “I did tell you people would talk, boss.”

Alex flicks her gaze to you, dark and warning, but you just sip your wine and flash an ever-so-sweet smile.

“Ohhh,” the waitress coos, clearly misreading the tension, “I see what’s happening here. You’re one of those couples. The ones who pretend it’s not a date even though it clearly is.” She winks conspiratorially at you, leaning in just a bit. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

And with that, she flits off to take another table’s order, leaving you choking back laughter and Alex looking like she’d very much like to commit a minor crime.

You prop your chin on your hand, gazing at her over the candlelit table. “Well, darling,” you tease, voice dripping with amusement, “should we pick out dessert for our definitely-not-a-date date?”

Alex exhales, rubs her temples, and mutters something under her breath that you’re pretty sure is a prayer for patience.

But.

She doesn’t deny it.

And that’s your favorite part of all.

Dinner stretches longer than either of you planned. It starts the way most things with Alex do—controlled, calculated, with her holding herself in that perfectly measured way she always does. But you know how to play the long game.

Wine flows, smooth and rich, and you keep her talking, asking just the right questions, nudging her just enough that she starts to relax. And Alex, for all her resistance, is a little looser after a few glasses in. Her suit jacket is off now, draped over the back of her chair, the first few buttons of her blouse undone like she’s finally allowing herself to breathe.

She leans into your touch more when your fingers brush over hers reaching for the wine bottle, doesn’t immediately pull away when your knees bump under the table. And best of all? She flirts back.

It’s subtle, maddeningly so. A dry remark laced with amusement, the way she tilts her head just enough to make it clear she’s watching you, the occasional slow sip of her wine while her lips curl around the glass in a way that is entirely deliberate. She’s good at this, at keeping it just out of reach, making you chase her just a little more. And you love every second of it.

By the time dessert comes, you’re both deep enough in this game that you don’t even pretend to be interested in anything but each other.

The waitress is thrilled. She practically bounces when she drops off the dessert menu, grinning wide enough to split her face in half. “I knew you two had the energy of a slow-burn romance,” she announces, clasping her hands together. “You’re, like, so cute. I mean, the chemistry? Off the charts.”

Alex groans, rubbing her temple. “Oh my god.”

“I love when two people fight the inevitable,” the waitress continues, undeterred. “Like, you think you’re just having dinner, but actually, it’s fate pulling you together. You guys are fate-coded, by the way. Just saying.”

You’re dying trying not to laugh, mostly because Alex looks like she’d rather be anywhere else on earth than listening to this woman wax poetic about your alleged romantic destiny.

“Dessert?” Alex asks, clipped, like she’s trying to fast-forward through the suffering.

The waitress nods enthusiastically. “Oh, you have to get the brownie. It’s our signature—dark chocolate, a little molten in the middle, served with fresh cream. Very shareable, if you catch my drift.”

She winks. Actually winks.

Alex exhales sharply. “Fine. Brownie. Thank you.”

She all but shoves the menu back at the poor woman, who takes it with zero offense, still beaming as she rushes off to grab your order.

You prop your chin on your hand, smirking. “You love the attention.”

Alex levels you with a look. “You are never picking the restaurant again.”

The brownie arrives a few minutes later, looking like something sinful, warm and gooey and paired with thick cream on the side. You take the first bite and practically melt in your seat.

“Okay, wow,” you murmur around your fork, closing your eyes for a second. “That’s actually obscene. You have to try.”

You hold your fork out to her in offering, half as a tease, half as an excuse to watch her lips wrap around it.

Alex watches you, expression unreadable, before sighing and obliging. She takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully, and hums—an actual, genuine hum of appreciation that does something ridiculous to your stomach.

“Alright,” she admits. “It’s good.”

You grin. “Knew you had a sweet tooth.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue.

You’re both still working through the brownie when it happens—when you get a little too into a bite, savoring the rich chocolate, and a tiny smudge of it lingers at the corner of your mouth. You don’t notice. But Alex does.

She doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you with an unreadable expression, her gaze flickering—your mouth, your lips, back to your eyes. Then, before you can process, she leans in, close enough that you feel the warmth of her body, and wipes it away with her thumb.

The touch is so gentle, her thumb dragging slow across your skin, and suddenly, all the playful teasing in the world means absolutely nothing compared to this.

Your breath catches.

Alex pulls back immediately, clearing her throat, her fingers curling like she’s surprised at herself. “You had…” She gestures vaguely. “Chocolate.”

You should say something. Tease her, keep the banter going. But your brain is static, entirely focused on the ghost of her touch, on how easily she just did that, like it was instinct.

The waitress chooses that exact moment to swing by, and of course, she saw the whole thing.

“Oh my god,” she gushes, clasping her hands over her heart. “That was so romantic. I literally felt that.”

Alex, looking vaguely like she wants to disappear, grips the edge of the table. “Please bring the check.”

You, on the other hand, are grinning like you just won the lottery.

“Sure thing,” the waitress singsongs, practically skipping away.

Alex exhales, staring at a fixed point on the table like she can will herself out of this reality.

You tilt your head, studying her, then smirk. “So.”

“No,” Alex says immediately.

“You touched me.”

Alex pinches the bridge of her nose. “I swear to god—”

“You caressed me, actually,” you continue, pushing your luck, watching the way her jaw tightens. “Could’ve just told me I had something on my face, but nooo, you had to be all gentle about it.”

Alex doesn’t respond. Just signals for the check like her life depends on it.

But still, she doesn’t deny it.

And that is definitely your favorite part of all.

The check arrives, and Alex is immediately reaching for it, like paying will somehow erase the past ten minutes from existence. You watch with your chin propped on your hand, delighted, because she’s rattled in that rare, quiet way—lips pursed, brows drawn, but not with irritation. No, this is different. This is Alex processing, recalibrating, fighting whatever it is she felt just now.

And you? You’re basking in it.

She doesn’t look at you while she hands over her card, her posture stiff in that painfully controlled way, and it’s so funny, so adorable, that you have to press your lips together to keep from outright laughing.

The waitress returns, handing Alex her card back with a knowing smile. "Come back soon, okay? And next time, hold hands or something. For me."

Alex’s eye twitches. "Goodnight."

You laugh as you both step outside into the crisp night air. The city hums around you—soft streetlights, a few distant car horns, the scent of rain lingering from earlier. It’s nice. Quiet.

Alex exhales, rolling her shoulders like she’s shaking off the entire evening. "That was awful."

You smirk, nudging her playfully. "You had fun."

"I tolerated it."

"You caressed me, Alex."

"Oh my god."

"You gazed at me. Longingly. You—”

Alex cuts you off by stepping abruptly into your space, close enough that the words die in your throat. Your heart stutters, but you hold your ground, chin tilting in challenge.

She leans in, voice lower now, smoother. "If I did any of that, it wasn’t longing," she murmurs, head tilted just slightly, eyes locked onto yours. "It was strategy."

And just like that, the entire game shifts.

Your breath catches, the playful banter suddenly charged, the air between you crackling with something far less innocent. Alex holds your gaze for a beat longer, letting the tension sit, before she smirks—actually smirks—and steps back like she didn’t just unravel you in two sentences.

You blink, stunned, then let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. "You’re dangerous."

Alex shrugs, the ghost of amusement playing on her lips. "And yet, here you are."

She starts walking toward her car, and after a second, you follow, still buzzing, still reeling.

You don’t hold hands.

But as you slide into the passenger seat, you swear she glances at your mouth again.

And maybe—just maybe—she’s thinking about chocolate too.

tags:

@eyecandy111

@iwoulddieforher

@undercoverprentiss

@colourfulbisexualities

@babyboyhotchner

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After General Anesthesia

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x fem!reader Warnings: hospital times, fluffity fluff, mentions of sex, poly representation so if you're not on board with that byeeeeee, some explicit language Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You wake up in the hospital, groggy from the anesthesia, to two of the most beautiful women you've ever seen doting on you. Imagine your surprise when it turns out you're dating. Both of them.

Your ears and nose woke up before the rest of you. The beeping of various monitors, that sickly-clean alcohol smell. You knew before you’d opened your eyes that you were in a hospital. You’d spent too much time in hospitals with your brother not to know. You blinked against the fluorescent lights, wincing at a sudden, sharp pain in your leg.

Your head still felt fuzzy, and you didn’t remember why you were here. But your confused thoughts were interrupted as one of the most stunning  women you’d ever seen in your life rushed at you, kissing your face, cupping your cheeks, and grasping your fingers in hers.

“Honey, she’s awake!” Alex called to Casey, her glasses slipping down her nose as she smiled softly at you, worried hands fluttering over your face, your arms, your body.

Casey quickly occupied the space next to Alex, leaning down and holding the palm of your hand to her flushed face. “I swear to god, Y/N, if you ever scare us like that again…”

You were dreaming. You had to be dreaming. Because a hot woman fawning over you in a hospital bed was unbelievable enough. Two hot women?  That was the stuff of dreams, not reality. You had no idea who they were.

The doctors had told Casey and Alex to expect some temporary memory loss and confusion after the general anesthesia. They’d told you, too, but of course you didn’t remember.

Your words felt heavy as they fell out of your mouth, jumbled like marbles. “What’s going on?”

“You broke your ankle, sweetheart, remember?” Alex responded, scooting her chair closer to the bed so she could sit next to you and hold your hand. “But it went septic. You were very sick.”

“Yes, and you scared the hell out of me,” Casey finished, grasping your face and planting a firm kiss on your forehead before sitting down, too. She leaned over the bed railing to rest her head on your thigh, looking up at you.

You’d never felt so flustered and confused in your life. Two women. Two women holding your hand!? Touching you!?  But as confused as you were, all the questions in your brain were drowned out by one, single, all-consuming thought: so, so beautiful. You felt like you’d been hit head-on by a dump truck of hormones and emotions.

“You two…” you started, words slurring like you were drunk, “...are so pretty. Like, wow.”

They shared a confused glance as you continued to ramble.

“Please tell me you’re single?” you asked, trying to wink and blinking instead. “At least one of you?”

A smile tugged at the corner of Alex’s mouth, and Casey was barely holding in her laughter.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said, holding up a hand and gesticulating wildly. “Let me try something. I’ve been working on this.”

Casey’s shoulders had started to shake with laughter, and Alex’s eyes sparkled with mirth.

You hit them with your very best finger guns. “Hey, girl. Are you a savings account? Because I’m accruing interest in you.”

At this, Alex and Casey burst out laughing, falling into one another, equal parts delighted by your post-surgery high and relieved that you were really and truly going to be okay.

“Wait! I’ve got more!” You waggled your eyebrows at Alex, and the way she looked at you, you knew–even in your doped-up, memory-loss state–that there was no need for pick-up lines here. She was already yours. Hook, line, and sinker. But since you had it prepped: “Hey, girl. It’s just you and me in the sheets tonight. The spreadsheets! Let’s budget, baby!”

Casey was laughing so hard she was snorting, and Alex was gingerly wiping tears from under eyes, trying to smudge her mascara. You felt like you were on cloud nine. If you could do nothing else in your life except make these two women laugh, you’d die happy.

“Come on,” you needled, smiling ear to ear. “Look at me, I’m adorable. I’m charming. You know you want to give me a chance.”

Alex coughed, trying to pull herself together, and Casey leaned down again, placing her chin on your leg and staring up at you lovingly.

“Y/N, you know we’re dating, right?”

Your eyebrows shot up and you stared at her. Her auburn hair that looked soft as the surface of water. Her eyes. Her body. “Me and you!? Are dating!?”

“No, we’re all dating,” Casey explained, gesturing between the three of you. “Me and you and Alex.”

You glanced at Alex to confirm and she nodded, smiling cheekily.

Your jaw dropped as you took in this new information. You put a hand on your head as if this was all just too much for you. And, in your current state, it kind of was.

“Me!?” you asked, glancing between them. “You’re… both of you!?”

They nodded, grinning and trying not to laugh.

“Holy shit,” you said, spurring another fit of laughter from the chairs next to your bed. “This is crazy!”

You sat and thought for a few minutes, mouth gaping.

“You alright, love?” Alex asked, running her thumb back and forth across your wrist.

You leaned toward them, as if to share a secret, then gasped sharply at the pain.

“Ow!”

“Jesus, Y/N! Lay back!” Casey complained, trying to sound stern but really just sounding worried. She stood and gently shoved your body back down into the pillows. “I think we broke her brain, Alex.”

“Psst!” you hissed at them, your impaired brain feeling inexplicably salty about being left out of their conversation.

“What, you dork!?” Casey exclaimed.

You squinted conspiratorially at them. “Do we… you know?...”

Casey and Alex swiveled their heads to look at each other, then collectively burst out laughing again.

“Oh, yeah,” Casey assured you.

“We sure do,” Alex added.

“All three!?”

They nodded at you, still chuckling.

“Wow. Jesus fucking Christ. Am I dreaming right now!?”

“Believe it or not, no,” Casey said, watching as your eyes fluttered between open and shut. You needed to sleep. She could tell.

She ran her thumb across your eyebrows and down the bridge of your nose, back and forth, back and forth. A surefire way to put you to sleep. Alex and Casey knew all your tricks.

You exhaled deeply, trying so hard to keep your eyes open.

“Go to sleep, baby,” Casey whispered lovingly. “When you wake up you’ll remember.”

You mumbled as you drifted between sleeping and waking. “I’m not tired. I can’t be tired, I have two girlfriends to take care of.”

Alex and Casey smiled at one another. Alex stood and wrapped her arms around Casey’s waist, planting a kiss on her cheek as they watched you fall asleep.

“Two girlfriends,” you continued, your words losing volume and speed. “The nicest, smartest, prettiest girlfriends. So pretty. So many boobs.”

“God, I wish we’d recorded this,” Casey whispered, placing a soft kiss on your cheek before leaning back in her chair.

Alex dropped her phone onto Casey’s lap, the screen showing an active voice recording.

Casey fist-pumped silently, pulling Alex down by the collar for a quick kiss.

“I love you,” Casey said, unlocking Alex’s phone to send herself the recording.

“I love you, too,” Alex chuckled. She foraged in her bag by the door before pulling her chair close to you, propping up a book with one hand and holding yours with the other. “I love our girl, Case.”

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Casey observed, smiling softly and shaking her head at your drugged, sleeping form. “How’d we get so lucky?”

“Pure, dumb luck,” Alex decided, flipping a page and absentmindedly rubbing the back of your hand.

Casey stood and stretched, then slumped onto the sorry excuse for a couch in the corner of the room, kicking off her shoes.

“I’m exhausted,” she groaned, pulling off one sock and then the other. “It’s a good thing we weren’t both out of town this weekend. I was up all night with her before she finally agreed to go to the hospital. Stubborn asshole.”

“Reminds me of someone else I know.”

“Shut up, Alex,” Casey protested, grinning, before throwing a sock at her.

“Why don’t you sleep?” Alex suggested, ignoring the sock on the floor next to her. “Get some rest, honey. I’ll wake you when she’s up again.”

Casey nodded and folded her arms over her chest, letting herself drift off, snoring softly as she always did and always swore she didn’t.

Alex set down her book and looked at her two sleepy girls, knowing there wasn’t a thing in the world she wouldn’t do for you and Casey.

“So fucking lucky,” she whispered, drawing your hand to her lips to kiss your knuckles.

[olderwomenenthusiast]

EMILY PRENTISS

UNCOVER AFTERMATH

DESCRIPTION: emily reminds you who you belong to after being undercover

GAME OF POWER

DESCRIPTION: emily finally as her way with you & vice versa

DRINKS, KISSES & THE MORNING AFTER

DESCRIPTION: the tension between emily and you finally snaps

PULLING RANK

DESCRIPTION: emily pulls rank on you during and arguement at home

SPENCER REID

SOUTHERN ACCENT

DESCRIPTION: spencer is fascinated, maybe more than by your southern accent

TELL ME IN THE MORNING

DESCRIPTION: you make sure spencer tells you his confession when he's sober

JEALOUSY & CONFESSION

DESCRIPTION: you speak to jj about your jealousy and in return, encourages you

ALEX CABOT

SHE'S IN CONTROL

DESCRIPTION: you were meant to be focusing on the team's meeting but alex made sure you were only focused on her

LESSON IN CONTROL

DESCRIPTION: alex is in complete control over your body

CALEX

THE CHOICES WE MAKE

DESCRIPTION: casey has to choose between her girlfriend, alex or her new job offer

TOO LATE

DESCRIPTION: casey wants alex but she's too late

MORNING BLISS

DESCRIPTION: casey has her way with alex in bed and in the shower

CASEY NOVAK

UNDER PRESSURE

DESCRIPTION: casey arrives at your house insistent on making you pay

MELISSA SCHEMMENTI

THE GAMES WE PLAY

DESCRIPTION: you and melissa play this game where you constantly mess with each until one day you take it too far

FINALLY GETTING HER ATTENTION

DESCRIPTION: you really want melissa to pay attention to you

[commandermonalisa]

Unspoken Possession

It was well past midnight, but the precinct was still alive with the buzz of activity. Casey leaned casually against Detective Amaro’s desk, going over the finer points of the Lopez case. Amaro was leaning back in his chair, his expression relaxed as he flashed her one of his trademark smiles.

Alex stood just outside Captain Cragen’s office, her icy blue eyes fixed on the scene. The conversation between Casey and Amaro was professional enough, but Alex couldn’t ignore the way Casey’s lips curved when she laughed at one of his jokes, or the way Amaro’s gaze lingered a fraction too long on Casey’s face.

Alex’s fingers tightened around the handle of her briefcase. She knew better than to act on impulse—her reputation was built on control, after all—but this was different. This was Casey, and the simmering jealousy burning in her chest refused to be ignored.

Before she could stop herself, Alex strode across the bullpen, her heels clicking sharply against the tile floor.

“Casey,” she said, her voice smooth and clipped as she came to a stop beside them.

Casey turned, startled. “Alex. I didn’t realize you were still here.”

“I thought I’d check in before leaving,” Alex said, her tone cool but laced with an edge that only Casey seemed to catch. Her gaze flicked briefly to Amaro, then back to Casey. “It seems you’ve been… keeping busy.”

Casey frowned, sensing the shift in Alex’s demeanor. “We were just going over some last-minute details on the Lopez case.”

“Of course you were,” Alex said, her smile sharp and polite as her eyes bore into Casey’s.

Amaro, ever the observant detective, cleared his throat and stood. “I’ll, uh, let you two handle that. Casey, we’ll pick this up tomorrow.”

He walked away quickly, leaving Casey and Alex alone in the suddenly quiet bullpen.

“Was that necessary?” Casey asked, folding her arms across her chest as she stared at Alex.

Alex tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Casey sighed, running a hand through her hair. “You practically scared Amaro off. And don’t tell me it’s nothing—this isn’t the first time you’ve done this.”

Alex stepped closer, her confidence radiating as she closed the distance between them. She stopped just shy of Casey, her voice dropping to a low, almost predatory tone. “Maybe I don’t like watching other people flirt with you.”

Casey blinked, caught off guard by Alex’s bluntness. “Amaro wasn’t flirting—”

“Yes, he was,” Alex interrupted, her blue eyes smoldering as they locked onto Casey’s. “And you let him.”

Casey felt her pulse quicken, a familiar heat creeping up her neck. Alex’s intensity was both infuriating and intoxicating, and the way she was looking at her now made it impossible to think straight.

“I can’t control how people talk to me,” Casey said, her voice faltering slightly under Alex’s gaze.

“No,” Alex agreed, stepping even closer. “But you can control how you respond.”

Casey’s breath hitched. The tension between them was palpable now, the air thick with unspoken desire. Alex’s eyes flicked down to Casey’s lips, and for a moment, Casey thought she might actually close the distance between them.

“You’re jealous,” Casey said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex smirked, her confidence unwavering. “Maybe I am.”

Casey swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as Alex’s gaze held her captive. “You don’t have to be.”

“Don’t I?” Alex asked, her voice a low purr. She reached out, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from Casey’s face, her touch lingering just enough to send a shiver down Casey’s spine.

“You think I don’t notice the way people look at you? The way they try to get closer to you?” Alex’s lips curved into a faint smile, but her eyes burned with intensity. “It’s maddening.”

Casey exhaled shakily, her resolve crumbling under Alex’s touch. “Alex…”

Alex tilted her head, her hand sliding down to rest lightly on Casey’s arm. “Tell me I’m wrong,” she said softly. “Tell me you don’t feel the same fire I do.”

Casey couldn’t. The words were stuck in her throat, drowned out by the pounding of her heart. Instead, she stepped closer, her body drawn to Alex’s like a magnet.

Alex’s smile deepened, her confidence unshaken. “That’s what I thought.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing just faintly against Casey’s ear as she whispered, “You’re mine, Novak. Don’t forget that.”

The words sent a jolt of heat through Casey, leaving her breathless and trembling. By the time Alex pulled back, her smirk firmly in place, Casey was left with nothing but the lingering warmth of her touch and the unmistakable desire burning between them.

[storiesofsvu]

The View

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now you’re just being unfair.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hiya :))

masterlist, of sorts. it's all calex.

stuff I've written, so you don't have to scroll thru everything:

Masterlist for asks: You can find here

Shorter works:

Nadel in mein Herz | angst comfort panic attack whump

Pondering Temperature | pre-relationship drabble

Necktie Negotiations | they just kiss

Casey cannot speak Latin | gentle whump, kissing

↓↓↓ full length works (6k+ words) ↓↓↓

(told me ur new man don't make u- what?) That's a Damn Shame

🔞, includes sex: homicide bureau chief! alex & svu ada casey

Alex and Casey have become fast friends, and when Alex struggles to figure out why she's doing what she's doing, Casey shows her exactly how much she understands her.

cont of the same premise, except Casey had now been suspended, hurt no comfort with a tw for suicidal ideation & drug usage

Liebmichallee

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🔞, includes sex: casey's suspension has elapsed, but she hasn't returned- svu ada alex goes looking for her, but when she finds her, she can't contain her frustration.

Homebound (Homeward-bound, Housebound)

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pure fluff fic, svu ada alex feels uncomfortably stiff in her own skin, and envies the way her colleague, casey novak, can relax so easily. she wants to be able to relax for a night- will she?

Rigid

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casey novak, back when she was working for white collar, was being courted by alexandra cabot and it resulted in them sleeping together. alex gets shot, and although she doesn't go into witsec she doesn't ever call casey back- until she turns up as a defense counsel, with perfect timing to see what a wreck casey has turned into. alex wants casey to be okay.

Softball to the Ribs (Kiss it) ← Casey's perspective

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Kiss it (Softball to the Ribs) ← Alex's perspective

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married au calex fluff (requested)

Mandarin Oranges

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after returning from her suspension, casey struggles to readjust, and to resurrect her torn reputation. she lacks the support she used to have- until alex appears in a blowout argument between casey and olivia

Birds of a Feather

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🔞 includes drug usage, alex is requested by elliot to go investigate casey's late night activities since being suspended because he is worried about her, and casey fails to understand anything in her haze

Puppydog

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MASTERLIST!

putting all of my fics here for easy access :))

FULL LENGTH FICS

Undercover Lover: [ongoing]

4.7k words fluff, referenced smut-- Casey Novak, Alex Cabot, Calex

Three's Company: [fin]

5.3k words smut, threesome-- Casey Novak, Alex Cabot, Olivia Benson, Calex, Cabensonovak

Lovesick Blues: [fin]

12k words slow burn, mutual pining-- Casey Novak, Alex Cabot, Calex

Working 9 to 5: [fin]

14.6k words mutual pining, fluff, smut-- Alex Cabot, Olivia Benson, Cabenson

DRABBLES

Common Ground

1.1k words fluff, crack fic-- Calex, Huang, Olivia and Melinda mention

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cabenson fic recs please? (like the ones you can read over and over again)

i've rec'ed most of my personal favorites here and here, so you should definitely check those out first, but here are some more:

Descent by milk3002 - established relationship!cabenson are working a case together and it goes south (make sure to check the tw in the description before reading)

Business Dinner by milk3002 - explicit; 4x06 dinner canon divergence

Splinters by VivalaB - post-congo, alex is back to prosecuting for svu but before she gets the chance to really talk to olivia, they both get abducted

Alex Cabot Was Drunk by aolurker - alex gets drunk with the sole purpose of confessing her feelings to olivia (this one's unfinished but it's worth a read)

A New Life by AOBZ - post-ghost, alex is going back into witsec and olivia decides to come with her (this one introduces an OC halfway through which is not something i normally enjoy, however i haven't been able to find a lot of fics which describe their life together in wpp, so if that's something you're looking for this one might be for you)

Mine by AOBZ - alex gets attacked by a perp and ends up in a hospital

The Cabot Cabin and Trial & Retribution by VivalaB - sequels to Déjà vu, i hadn't read them at the time of putting together the first recs post but i have now and i enjoyed all three stories

Questions and Answers series by RaeDMagdon - starts with the extension of the hotel scene in ghost + their s10 reunion

Chain Reaction by VivalaB - alex blows off a potential date to go to dinner with olivia and it kind of backfires

Home Is Where The Heart Is by TriXter21 - olivia is dying and her ghost comes to see alex one last time (i know, sounds crazy but give it a go)

Not So Soft by tremblingmoon - a short one-shot of alex coming back from witsec

Blue Dress by trancer - olivia has a gift for alex

Contradiction by tigerDE - explicit; alex is thinking about olivia (written from alex's pov)

Flight Pattern by The Party After You Left - set around s13, alex is finally coming to terms with her feelings towards olivia who's currently dating someone else (this is one of my most recent favorite long-shots <3)

Holiday Short - Columbus Day by sunsetwriter - alex and olivia are celebrating columbus day (this author has an entire series of them celebrating every holiday under the sun, so you might want to check those out as well)

The Summary of Errors by omiceti - post-loss, alex is taken to the hospital

One Hundred Things That Might Have Happened by omiceti - a collection of 100 ao drabbles (this one might be one of my all time favorite ao fics)

No Wedding and One Funeral by omiceti - conviction crossover; alex and olivia attend mike's funeral (i have no idea who mike is but it's good)

Three Ways to Die Trying by omiceti - and die they do. very angsty

you might need to use vpn to access omiceti's fics but trust me it's worth it. hope you enjoy!

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masterlist

who i write for:

amanda young

lynn denlon

sam carpenter

amber freeman

casey novak

alex cabot

kat tamin

emily prentiss

jennifer jareau

fluff smut angst

amanda young

nsfw alphabet

hug me

gf!amanda headcanons

jealous

pothead!lynnmanda drabble

lynn denlon

pothead!lynnmanda drabble

sam carpenter

possessive ghostface!sam headcanons

amber freeman

self harm comfort fic

gf!amber headcanons

casey novak

gf!casey headcanons

calex headcanons

alex cabot

gf!alex headcanons

calex headcanons

emily prentiss

six (jemily)

jennifer jareau

six (jemily)

restriction

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BID FOR MY HEART ➫ alex cabot

pairing: alex cabot x sassy bimbo!fem!reader

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

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

word count: 1.9k

MASTERLIST

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

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

At least you look good while being objectified for charity.

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

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

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

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

Seven thousand.

Eight.

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

Nine.

Ten.

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

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

Your stomach does something ridiculous.

Because of course it’s Alex.

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

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

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

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

Ouch. And yet.

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

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

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

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

Her jaw tightens.

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

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

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

So you wait too.

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

So, naturally, you decide to push.

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

Alex blinks. “Expected what?”

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

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

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

Alex’s eyes darken. “That’s not—”

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

“I am not taking you on a date.”

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

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

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

Alex looks at you like she already regrets engaging.

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

“It’s not—”

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

Something in her expression flickers. Just for a second.

Gotcha.

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

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

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

But she doesn’t say no.

And that is the most fun part of all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You decide to help her along.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re going to get your date.

You just have to push her a little more.

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Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Fluff Alphabet

Big thanks to to @scealaiscoite for their SFW Poly Fluff Alphabet for the inspiration here!

a = affection Is anyone more overtly affectionate than the others? You are definitely the most outwardly affectionate. Not in a PDA sense, you just tend to be the most sentimental. You don't initiate physical touch a whole lot, but Alex and Casey both know you are down to cuddle at any time, and they take advantage of it often. Alex is the snugglier of the two, but Casey gets FOMO when you snuggle without her, so she'll jump in, too. b = bed What's the sleeping situation like? California King (no twin bed! no roommates!). Casey on the right, Alex on the left. You are forever the middle spoon because (a) you love it, (b) you're by far the smallest, and (c) both Casey and Alex can feel a bit smothered after a whole night of middle spoon-ing. c = comfort When someone's feeling down, how do the others look after them? When you're down, your self-esteem takes a hard hit, so Alex and Casey do their best to be extra reassuring. When Alex is down, you and Casey do your best to make her feel important and to distract her. Nice clothes, expensive dinner, all your attention all night. When Casey's down, she needs to take a fucking break. The problem is that she never wants to. You and Alex usually have to take her phone and laptop away and force her to relax. Bubble bath, takeout, snuggles, the works.

d = dates What do dates look like? Who usually plans them, and are they individual or a group affair? You take turns planning, but also enjoy the occasional spontaneous date. Everyone is always invited, but not everyone always goes. You have lots of things you like to do all together, like dinner and a movie or a weekend at the beach or a trip to the farmer's market. But there are things you do in pairs, too. For example, you and Alex love classical music, so you've got season tickets to the NY Phil, but Casey's ears would explode if you made her go. Alex will attend a sports event with you and Casey once in a blue moon, but mostly it's just you two. Alex and Casey love dancing, from ballroom to clubbing and everything in between. You are a truly awful dancer and have a really hard time in loud, crowded environments, so you usually send them on their way and enjoy an evening to yourself.

e = events Who drags everyone else to their family's and friends' events? When it comes to family, you do all the dragging. Casey's parents live in the city, so you see them at least a few times a month, and Alex doesn't talk to her dad (her mom died when she was 17). You're very close to your family, and you're the only one who has siblings and nieces and nephews. Christmas at your family's is a given, and Alex and Casey are 100% there for it. But friend events? Those are all Casey. Alex will drag you to one, too, mostly out of obligation, but Casey genuinely enjoys going out and grabbing drinks with friends and will convince you both to go with her sometimes.

f = fights Are fights something that happen often? How are they resolved? Of course you fight. Everyone fights. But the fights are usually civil and logical and respectful. You've got twice as many relationships to maintain in a triad, so direct communication is a priority for you all. Casey and Alex have had to learn how to tone down their "lawyer-ness" during arguments, though. At first, they'd sometimes fight you so hard–like they were in court–that they'd end up making you cry. They always felt awful and backpedaled real quick. They're a lot gentler with conflicts now.

g - getting together How did you all get together? Alex and Casey met at work, a slow-burn career romance. By the time you came along, they'd already been together for several years. They'd discussed polyamory before and, while neither was necessarily opposed, neither one of them had anyone else they wanted to date either. So it was very much a we'll cross that bridge when we come to it situation. They came to the bridge when you moved to the city and joined Casey's rec softball league. It was Casey who fell for you first, Casey who started inviting you out to lunch with her and Alex after softball games, Casey who cautiously, gently asked Alex how she'd feel about her dating you. To which Alex said, Yeah, of course, if it'll make you happy. But I think I kind of want to date her, too. Can we all date? Do you think she'd be into that? It turns out that, yes, you were into that.

h = hobbies Do any of you share hobbies or passions? How do you include your other partner(s) in them? There's a foundational understanding between you that you don't all have to enjoy the same things. You and Alex share a deep love of reading and often spend evenings on the couch reading together, snuggled up against Casey as she plays video games or watches sports. You and Casey play softball together, and you love watching sports–baseball, basketball, football, you name it. Alex will watch with you, but she's mostly in it for the game day snacks you make. And obviously Casey and Alex have a whole career/calling in common, so they talk about that a lot, but they always try to make sure you're included in the conversation, and make sure to explain patiently when you have questions.

i = in sickness and in health When someone is sick, who's the caretaker and who's the germaphobe? Who's resistant to being taken care of? It depends on what kind of sick. If puking is involved, Alex and Casey are on their own. You are out of there, probably staying in a hotel, leaving soup deliveries outside the door with a mask on. Any other kind of sickness, and you absolutely dote on them. Casey eats this up. She is a pitiful sick person. Alex, on the other hand, will keep going until she literally can't anymore. And even then she'll tell you she's fine, and you have to force her to rest and take it easy. You can't exactly talk, you're pretty resistant to being taken care of, too. But that's mostly because Casey and Alex have important jobs to do, and you don't want to distract them.

j = joker Who's got the best sense of humor? Do you all like to tease and banter? You are by far the funniest of the three of you. You love making Alex and Casey laugh. It's one of the highlights of your life. Their jobs are so serious; they can tend to be on the serious side, too. So you make it your mission to brighten their days. That being said, there's a lot of good-natured teasing and insulting that happens on a regular basis. Casey calls you asshole more than she calls you anything else, probably. Alex has a razor sharp wit which is mostly funny, but every once in a while she'll toe the line between funny and mean. She can immediately tell when she's taken it too far, though, and is quick to make it up to you.

k = knowing Who can read their partners like a book? Is there anyone who has their walls up, even around their partners? By nature of being incredibly intuitive, you are the best at reading emotions. The problem is that you can usually tell what they're feeling but not why or who it's related to, so you almost always think it's somehow your fault. You're working on that one in therapy. Oddly, you're probably also the hardest to read. You have walls up, though they're slowly coming down. And Casey and Alex can have tunnel vision when it comes to work, so sometimes they miss things. Of the two of them, Casey is the more open with her emotions. Alex is open with anger and anger only. She's working very hard on being open with her other feelings, too.

l = lavish Is there anyone who really likes to lavish and show off their partners? How do the others react to it? Alex. Alex all the way. She's proud of herself, proud of the work she does, and proud of having not one but two stunning girlfriends. She dresses you and Casey up to the nines in clothes it would have taken you years to afford. When she walks into a room with you in a tailored Valentino suit on one arm and Casey in a designer gown on the other, she just knows everyone's jealous that she's living the best of both worlds. Since neither you nor Casey came from money, you both had a hard time with Alex's generosity at first, but you came to accept that showing you off is just Alex's way of telling you how proud she is of you and how happy she is that you're hers.

m = memories Is anyone more on the sentimental side? You, 100%. Although Casey and Alex have their moments, too. But you're the one who packs lunches with little loves notes. You're the one who surprises them with flowers at work, who cooks their favorite dinner because you know they had a bad day. You'll pick up that book that Alex wants so bad, but doesn't have time to go get. You'll record the Giants game instead of watching it while Casey's at work because you know she'd rather watch it together later. Of course, they do sweet things for you, too. Like Alex asking you to read your favorite book to her because she wants to read it with you. Or Casey organizing a game night with the SVU folks at your house, because she knows you want to hang out with them, too, you're just much more comfortable at home. You all have your moments, but they'd both agree that sentimentality just comes so, so naturally to you. It's a gift.

n = nights What's the nighttime routine like when you're all together? You are a big, big fan of parallel play so, even though you usually like to quietly read a book before bed, you want to do it wherever Alex and Casey are. Alex spends an eternity in the bathroom on her skin care routine before putting on the softest, most luxurious pajamas. She fixes herself a cup of peppermint tea and curls up next to you with her own book. Casey always has "more work to do," but she'll go through case files while you and Alex read. Or she'll finish the newspaper if she didn't get to that morning. She always has a gigantic, messy collection of file folders, old newspapers, and half-full glasses of water on her nightstand. You almost always fall asleep first, and they don't stay up too much longer because "you're just so adorable" and "I can't pay attention when you look that snug-able!"

o = open How open are you with one another? Very. You don't keep secrets. You don't tell lies. When you first got together, Alex suggested you all lay down "relationship rules." Those were two of the biggest. It sometimes takes longer for you to open up about what you're feeling, but they've learned that it doesn't really have anything to do with how much you trust them, it's just how you process things.

p = PDA What's PDA like with them? Is there anyone who loves it? Anyone who hates it? Alex would full-on make out with you in public, but she knows that's not a good look for someone in her position. Also, you and Casey do not like PDA. Casey will kiss you on the cheek or put a hand on the small of your back at a party, but that's it. You might hold their hands, but you won't do anything else in front of others. Alex won't either unless she feels like someone's infringing on her territory (her territory being you and Casey). Then she gets really possessive and is not afraid to show people that you're hers.

q = quiet Who prefers to spend their time out and about, and who likes to spend it at home? Casey is the most social of you. She loves going out with you or going out with friends. Alex is kind of in the middle. She's very, very good with people and socializes quite a bit, but often out of political obligation (to grease the wheels, so to speak, and make connections) rather than for fun. You are a hardcore homebody. You'll go out with them because you love them, but you're always very excited when you all decide on a night in.

r = romantic Is anyone a bit of a sap for their partners? You. So, so you. You just truly can't believe you lucked out with these two gorgeous, strong, confident, crazy smart women. Oddly enough, both Alex and Casey tend to be more affectionate with you than they are with one another. It's not that they love each other less, but you've got a couple of theories as to why they're just a little more romantic with you. (1) You're much, much smaller than them. Like a full 10 inches shorter. So they sometimes baby you a bit. They think you're very cute. You both love and hate it. (2) They were together first, and then kind of simultaneously fell for you, so you sometimes think they see you as collectively theirs, tag-teaming to take care of you and love you. You don't mind. They're collectively yours, too. (3) You're more sentimental than either of them, so it's easier for them to be sentimental with you than with one another. But, all in all, there's plenty of romance to go around.

s = sharing Is there anyone who's particularly territorial of their partners? ALEX. Very possessive of both of you. Casey's pretty damn possessive of you, too. Less so of Alex, but that's probably because she knows nobody fucks with Alex. You are the least territorial, mostly because you're just glad to be there. It doesn't leave a whole lot of room for jealousy. Just as Alex and Casey did before you came along, you all have an open understanding that if someone else were to come along–for any of you–you'd be okay with one of you pursuing a relationship with someone else, too. But it seems unlikely. You're all deeply content with things as they are now and don't really see yourselves bringing anyone else in.

t = terms of endearment Nicknames! What are the nicknames!? Alex uses honey or my love. Casey uses sweetheart and honey and sometimes baby. You mostly use lovely, which drives both of them wild, and also honey on occasion.

u = urge Who's the most impulsive? And who reins them back in? None of you are very impulsive. You think things through before acting. But of the three of you, Alex is probably the one who lets her emotions get the best of her, which can sometimes get her into hot water. Both Casey's and Alex's emotions (and impulses to do something brave and stupid) run high during hard cases. Thankfully, you're usually there to talk them out of it.

v = vacations How do vacations go? And where do you travel? You do vacations big. Alex has a lot of money, and you all love traveling. Alex considers it her absolute joy to make you and Casey's travel dreams come true, because she knows you didn't grow up with the kind of money to make them happen. She whisks you away on far-flung vacations as often as she can. An even bigger test of her love: she'll go camping with you because Casey loves it so much. But only with the highest end camping gear. And she will not touch a fish or a fishing pole, but she'll sit in a chair and read with you while you and Casey go fishing. Your favorite vacation so far? A surprise holiday trip to Soneva Jani in the Maldives. You'd always wanted to go to the Maldives, but it was very much a pipe dream. Alex packed for you, and you had no idea where you were going until you boarded the connecting flight to Malé. You were so excited you cried a little. When you stepped into your overwater bungalow, you just couldn't contain your excitement, running around the building, staring out at the crystal blue water, and kissing Casey and Alex over and over again, saying "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!"

w = worthy How are insecurities handled? Are any of you more self-conscious than the others? You're the most self-conscious. Casey and Alex are just so conventionally beautiful and successful and confident. They're smart, powerful, career-driven women and you're... a dorky, tiny, androgynous little work-from-home ad copywriter. Sometimes it's hard to know what they see in you. Alex is almost never insecure because she's cocky as fuck. Unless she screws up at work, and then she needs a lot of reassurance. Casey is insecure in that she's never able to live up to her own standards, so you have to remind her often that she doesn't need to be perfect and she's doing great. Insecurities in your home are always met with love and reassurance, never annoyance or frustration.

x = xoxo Who checks up on their partners a lot when they're apart? Do they call or text? Casey. She'll call to check up on you at least once a day. If you're out of town, she calls you at night, too, right before bed, on speakerphone with her and Alex (or vice versa, if Alex is out of town). Alex misses you, too, but she's more likely to text sporadically throughout the day. You text or call when you see something funny or something that reminds you of them.

y = yearn Who misses their partners the most, even just throughout the day? You really like your alone time, so you miss them but you really like having your space (working from home is great for this). But Casey and Alex miss you. Because you're home so often, when you're not home–out with friends, spending the weekend at your parents', etc.–they almost don't know what to do with themselves. Bonus POV: The Group Chat Casey: babe when are you coming home 😢 💔 😭 💌 😫 Alex: my love I need you here in my arms You: omg chill you guys i've been gone for like 2 hours! Casey: yeah 2 hours 2 long

z = zealous Who was especially eager in pursuit of the relationship? Was anyone more reserved? When it was just Alex and Casey, Alex made the first move. With you, it was Casey who came after you the hardest. Alex was a bit more reserved because she didn't want to make you feel like you had to date her, too. She wanted to be sure that you knew if you just wanted to date Casey and not her, that was okay. but she really did want you. She was trying so hard to be respectful that you eventually had to ask her out. Alex, can we go out sometime? Yeah, I'll see when Casey's free. No, I meant... just me and you. I mean, obviously Casey can come, too, if she wants, but... I'd like to take you out if you'll let me.

[primrosescorner]

law and order ship list.

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Alex Cabot and Casey Novak:

1:) headcanons (canon, au, senario based etc).

2:) drabbles.

3:) fanart.

4:) playlists.

Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson:

1:) headcanons (canon, au, scenario based etc).

2:) drabbles.

3:) fanart.

4:)playlists.

[serenasoutherlyns]

one room and a second try

@alexcabotgf requested: "cabenson + 'sharing a bedroom was bad enough, but sharing a bathroom while they are not actually dating." a few weeks ago. Here is that drabble: (ao3)

"This is torture," Olivia scoffs when Alex walks into the room. The effect is dampened by the floss in her teeth.

"Well, I wish they'd sprung for two rooms too, I'm sorry that you're stuck with me, Benson," Alex says with a pained smile as she pats her face dry. "And I'm not certain why you even brought me along."

"I didn't mean to say that aloud," Olivia says.

"Oh?" Alex says, patting her face with the scratchy towel. "Think so much about me?"

"Of course."

She's scared. The last time they tried...

Alex's lips change the fear to hope.

[storiesofsvu]

Happy new year ❤️

So… do you still write for Alex Cabot? 🫣

If you do, would you mind if I send a request using the 100 smut dialogue prompt?

100) "Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."

Alex Cabot x fem!reader warnings: language, alcohol, mildly jealous alex, some smut. just a little drabble.

You’d invited Alex to join you and your friends tonight, but knowing just how much work she had to do, she politely declined but said she would meet you in a few hours to walk home with you. So you went out and had a great time with your friends, catching up on how times had changed, who was seeing someone new, basically any kind of gossip you could get your hands on. As any girl’s night out, the laughter and bright conversation had caught the eye of a group of guys who were out doing the same thing but also trying to hook up. While none of you were interested in that, you were interested in getting free drinks even if you had to flirt your way into them.

The guy who seemed to be most interested in you was James, and honestly, he wasn’t that bad. It was as if he caught on that it was kind of an act, that he wasn’t going to get anything out of you, especially when you bought a round of shots for the two of you. But he kept great conversation, told actually funny jokes and was decent company for the meantime. What you weren’t aware of was that Alex had entered the bar, lingering across the room as her eyes narrowed in your direction. She knew there was no threat, but she still felt something she didn’t like when his hand lingered on your forearm. She watched as he got a phone call, apologizing to you, saying what looked like goodnight and slipped out of the bar, then she picked up her phone and sent you a text. She watched again, a grin on her lips as you slid open the message, your brow furrowing before you glanced up around the bar, finally finding her across the room and making your way to her.

“Stalker much?” You greeted with a tease and she rolled her eyes.

“Would have hated to interrupt that.” She gestured towards where you’d been sitting and you laughed, leaning in to kiss her gently.

“Oh please. You would’ve loved putting him in his place.”

"Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you." She murmured, her lips ghosting over yours as her hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tangling into your hair to pull you impossibly close.

“Yeah? And why is that?” You cocked a brow and she shot you a warning look.

“Because you know who you belong to.”

“You might have to remind me on that one…. I may have gotten distracted.”

“Oh don’t worry sweetheart.” Her lips finally met yours, lingering just long enough to get a taste of her that would leave you craving for the real thing before she pulled away, “by the time I’m done with you you won’t even remember your own name.”

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[aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide]

Evocations: II

The second time they meet, it's in the bullpen of the one-six, and Benson has the homecourt advantage. She hasn't laid eyes on the tall blonde since the day in the courthouse hallway, but that doesn't mean that she hasn't been taking up space in Liv's head.

As soon as she enters the room, Olivia feels the pull inside of herself; that pull she hasn't felt in a long time, for either a man or a woman. Alexandra Cabot has an X factor that makes Olivia curious. The blonde is an uncommon blend of brains and guts, buttoned down and yet still so plainly, deliciously sexy . . . Benson knew without really knowing that Alex would melt like sugar on her tongue and moan like a cat in heat.

"Detective Benson," Cabot smiles, stopping alongside Liv's desk. Olivia blushes, caught out in her dirty thoughts. "We meet again."

"Imagine that," Liv grins back, and across the desks, she is aware of Elliot eyeing her with amusement.

"It seems we may be working together, after all," the blonde continues. She is close enough that Liv can smell her perfume, and it just adds to the intoxication.

Everything feminine in Alex enhanced the masculine qualities that Olivia had been trying to tamp down since leaving the Academy. Liv felt tossed into a 50s pulp novel when the ADA came in the room - always poised to pull out a chair, get a coffee, hold a door. It made Liv dizzy with a sense of pride and pleasure.

"That's great news," Olivia beams, "we've been in need of a good ADA."

"Good?" Alex smirks, "Oh, Benson, don't mark me low so fast. I think you'll discover that I'm much better than good."

The double entendre in her words send a buzz through Liv. She got to her feet, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah? That's good to hear." The hairs on her forearms rose, nipples hardened inside her shirt as if her body had been responding to the blonde for years.

"Win your first case with us, and I'll owe you a drink."

When Olivia heard her own words back, not just inside her head, a flush colored her cheeks in excitement and embarrassment. She chewed the inside of her cheek in the pause that followed.

Alex leaned over Liv's desk and grabbed a pen, then one of the detective's business cards. She scribbled on the back of it, and then handed it off. It wasn't a phone number, as anticipated.

"What's this?"

"The name of my favorite place for drinks." Alex started in the direction of Cragen's office, then called back over her shoulder, "You'll be needing it."

[idstillchooseregina]

Can you do an Alex/Casey for me? Alex takes Casey home sick from work and takes care of her

Alright, this is my first shot at this, so let’s see how this goes. I also just looked at my inbox and I’m not entirely sure how long this prompt has actually been sitting in here, so I apologize for the delay.

         Bureau meetings weren’t her favorite thing to lead, hell she hated attending them years ago, why she had accepted Jack’s offer to take over as Bureau Chief once she got out of WITSEC was beyond her. While she still took cases, she would be lying if she said that she didn’t miss the case load she’d once had when she was an ADA. She can see Casey snicker slightly when she curls her lip at something Jim was going off about; however, she was raised a lady, and knows how to keep up the façade at work. With a small, barely there smile, Alex stands, excusing Jim from his metaphorical soapbox that had taken a good portion of her time. “Now, time to get dow-” the blonde stops short when she’s interrupted by a loud sneeze. 

        She knows exactly who it’s from because just this morning she had told the culprit to stay home until she was starting to feel better. “How about we take 15 minute break,” she quickly addresses before walking over to where Casey was sitting. “Casey, a word,” the all too regal blonde announces as she heads out the door. The way she drew out the redhead’s name for an unnecessary second and the way her voice dropped to a level that made her annoyance blatantly clear to the few nearby, sent chatters floating around the conference room almost as soon as the door closed. Hearing her girlfriend come up behind her, as if the loud sneeze didn’t draw enough attention, Casey rolls her eyes and pulls out a kleenex from her pocket to wipe her nose before unenthusiastically following Alex out of the room. She knew exactly what was coming, though she knew Alex wouldn’t say it in so many words, Casey would place money on it that she was about to hear something along the lines of “I told you so” coming from her girlfriend.

        Though they had only gone a few steps down the long corridor, Casey found herself struggling to focus on what Alex was saying. It wasn’t like she was freezing her ass off or had the migraine from hell or anything; however, she did manage to catch one little bit of Alex’s diatribe: “You’re obviously sick, and in no condition to be working right now. Go home and get some rest.”

         “I habe do idea whad you’re dalking aboud,” the redhead deflects, glaring at the blonde as Alex tries to fight off a smirk at how Casey’s failed confidence sounded in combination with her runny nose strongly influencing most of her pronunciation.

         Crossing her arms over her chest, Alex smirks and shakes her head, “Right, and I’m the Ice Queen,” she replies giving Casey her best ‘want to try that again’ face. “Besides the obvious, I know that you’ve got a fever because you were shaking not only your chair, but mine as well, and as boring as Jim’s little schpeel was, I know that you weren’t falling asleep during it, instead you were trying your best to shield the light because you have a migraine. You’re not doing yourself or anyone else a favor by being here when you’re sick, Casey.”

      “I don’d habe uh-” Casey shuts up when Alex sends her an icy glare. Dammit. “Fide,” the redhead relents, wrapping her arms tighter around her torso attempting to make the most of her body heat. “But I’b obly gobing to my obbice,” she amends, earning another glare from her girlfriend, a glare she knows that Alex is giving her because she knew better than to think that Casey would fold that easily. 

      Looking back at the conference room, Alex mutters a “Stay here,” and walks back into the meeting that she’s supposed to be leading leaving a sick and confused Casey standing alone in the hallway. Not even two minutes later, Alex walks back out of the meeting with both her’s and Casey’s attache cases in hand. Seeing the look of confusion on her girlfriend’s face, Alex just smirks as she hands over the attache case, “Jim’s finishing up the meeting. I am taking you home because I know there’s no way I’d get you to go home otherwise.” Before Casey can get out any form of argument, Alex shakes her head, “Nope. You’re coming home with me, taking up residence on my couch or in my bed, and I’m going to take care of you.” Alex caught Casey’s smirk out of the corner of her eye and shook her head, “What ever you think is going to happen isn’t happening until you’re 110%. I may have a great immune system, but I’m not buying the deal you’re selling tonight, counselor,” she finished with a smirk of her own as she watches a pout come across the younger woman’s face.

       Thirty minutes later, Alex opens up the door to her apartment, ushering her sickly girlfriend into her living room. Placing Casey down on her couch, Alex pulls the blanket from the back of her couch and wraps it around her girlfriend, “You’re still burning up,” she mutters softly, feeling Casey’s forehead with the back of her hand. “Stay here, I’m going to go change my sheets so you can try to get some actual sleep tonight.”

       As she’s walking away, Alex hears Casey whine from under the blanket, “Al... You dob’t habe to change your sheebs for be, I’ll be fibe on da couch.” In truth, she feels more miserable than she’s been in years. She’d even gotten her flu shot this year, yet here she was still sick with the god damn flu. Her eyes are barely even open when she sees Alex lean over, kissing her forehead and telling her to get some sleep before she goes to leave the room once again, completely ignoring her girlfriend’s request.

         When Casey opens her eyes again, it’s dark out, and she can hear Alex stirring in the kitchen. ‘Alexandra, I love you, but not enough to eat your cooking, even when I’m sick,’ she thinks to herself as she forces herself to sit up, her body feeling less tense than it has in days. “Whab areb you dobing?” the redhead questions, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

           Alex jumps slightly at the sound of her girlfriend’s voice, taking a deep breath to steady herself before turning around. Her heart melting at the sight of Casey bundled in a blanket. “I didn’t know you were awake,” she starts softly, slowly making her way across the kitchen. “Are you hungry?” Casey shake’s her head in the negative, her throat feeling too raw that even the idea of swallowing anything hurts right now. “How about some tea with honey before bed?” The redhead seems to ponder this for a moment before nodding, “Good, because there’s already a hot cup ready for you on your side of the bed,” Alex finishes with confidence.

           Hazel eyes roll, “I saib I’d be fibe on da couch...” The look that she receives from her girlfriend’s sapphire hues tells her once again that there’s no room for argument, not that she’s going to complain though. As comfortable as Alex’s couch was, having fallen asleep watching her girlfriend work multiple times, the blonde’s bed felt like she was sleeping on a god damn cloud. Walking into the master suit, Casey all but collapses on what has become her side of the bed. As soon as Casey feels the bed shift telling her that Alex has finally finished her night time routine, she immediately moves to place her head on the blonde’s chest, draping one arm across Alex’s torso as she cuddles up against her. Already halfway asleep, Casey mutters, “I lobe you, Alexandra.”

           Alex smiles softly as she wraps her arms around Casey’s shoulders, drawing her in closer and resting her cheek on the crown of her girlfriend’s head. “I love you too, Casey,” she whispers, pressing her lips against redhair, “Get some sleep.”