#alex cabot x you

[sexydistrictattorneys]

COME HOME WITH ME - ALEX. C

SUMMARY: her mouth closed over your nipple, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before she sucked gently, her teeth grazing the delicate skin. the sharp contrast between her warmth and the cool air made your body shiver beneath her

PAIRING: alex cabot x fem reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: age gap, emotional tension, spitting, bodily fluids, theme of dominance and control

WORDS: 1.7K

It all began when you were called in to assist the SVU unit on a high-profile case—a child trafficking ring that spanned state lines. As a 28-year-old forensic psychologist with a growing reputation for cracking difficult cases, you were no stranger to the intensity of this kind of work. But the 16th Precinct was different. Its team was formidable, unyielding, and fiercely loyal to one another. They welcomed you professionally but cautiously, as if waiting to see if you could handle the weight of their world.

Then there was Alex Cabot.

The moment she entered the squad room, it was as though the very air shifted. She moved with an elegance that bordered on intimidating, her sharp navy suit hugging her tall, lithe frame with perfection. Her blonde hair was pinned neatly at the nape of her neck, and her piercing blue eyes scanned the room with a commanding focus. Every step of her heels against the linoleum floor announced her presence with unapologetic confidence.

You’d read about her before: Alex Cabot, the legendary Assistant District Attorney with a reputation for delivering justice no matter the cost. But the articles didn’t prepare you for the impact of meeting her in person. When she extended her hand for a firm handshake, her touch was cool and deliberate, her eyes locking onto yours as she said, “Welcome to SVU, Dr. I’ve heard good things about you.”

Her tone was professional, but the slight upward curl of her lips—almost imperceptible—made your stomach flip. Her hand lingered just a second too long, and when she pulled away, you found yourself momentarily speechless.

At 43, Alex was a decade and a half your senior, but she wore her age with the kind of grace that only deepened her allure. She was poised, fiercely intelligent, and carried an air of authority that drew you in even as it kept others at a distance. You, on the other hand, were confident but far from polished—your work had a raw intensity to it, and you still found yourself second-guessing your place in rooms full of people with far more experience.

Working alongside Alex was as exhilarating as it was infuriating. She had no patience for mediocrity and demanded excellence from everyone around her, including you. Her sharp critiques often left you replaying your words long after the meetings ended, but her brilliance was undeniable. Watching her dismantle a defense attorney’s argument or advocate for a victim in court was like witnessing a master class in precision and passion.

Yet, over time, you began to see another side of her. Late nights at the precinct revealed small cracks in her armor. She’d bring you coffee without asking, placing it on your desk with a faint smile that barely touched her lips. When you doubted your conclusions or agonized over the psychological toll of a case, she’d offer quiet reassurance, her words surprisingly gentle.

One night, the two of you worked late on a particularly brutal case. Frustration bubbled over, and you snapped at her, unable to contain your exhaustion. “Maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with being perfect all the time, you’d see the bigger picture!”

You regretted it the moment the words left your mouth. Alex froze, her expression unreadable. Then, to your shock, she closed the file she’d been working on, leaned back in her chair, and regarded you calmly.

“Do you really think that’s what this is about?” she asked, her voice softer than you expected. Her blue eyes met yours, steady and unflinching. “You’re doing everything you can, and you’re damn good at it. Don’t let this case make you forget that.”

The air between you shifted that night. The sharpness that had defined your interactions gave way to something warmer, more unspoken. You noticed the way her gaze lingered on you during briefings, the subtle brush of her hand against yours when passing a file. And you couldn’t deny the way your pulse quickened whenever she stood too close, her presence consuming every bit of space around her.

The turning point came after the case closed successfully. The squad decided to celebrate at a bar near the precinct, and to everyone’s surprise, Alex agreed to join. You’d never seen her outside the courtroom or precinct before, and seeing her in such a relaxed setting was almost surreal.

Her hair was down, soft waves brushing her shoulders, and she wore a simple black blouse that highlighted the curve of her collarbone. She nursed a glass of wine, her laugh—a rare, melodic sound—cutting through the low hum of the bar.

You ended up seated next to her, the conversation flowing more freely than it ever had in the precinct. Alex leaned in as you spoke, her eyes sparkling with amusement at your dry humor. When the others began to trickle out, she stayed. And so did you.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere between you grew heavier, charged with an unspoken tension. When you stepped outside together, the cool night air did little to cool the heat rising between you.

“I don’t usually do this,” she said, her voice low and almost hesitant.

“Do what?” you asked, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure she could hear it.

“Let my guard down,” she admitted, her blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your knees weak.

Before you could think, you leaned in. The kiss started tentative, your lips brushing hers as if testing the waters, but it quickly deepened. Months of repressed desire and tension spilled out, her hands tangling in your hair as yours gripped her waist.

She pulled back just enough to whisper, her breath warm against your lips, “Come home with me.”

The warm, golden light of the bedroom bathed Alex’s toned figure, her body radiating confidence and raw desire as she loomed over you. Her piercing blue eyes bore into yours, a smirk curling her lips as her hands roamed your naked body, claiming every inch of you.

"Is it good when I touch you here?" she murmured, her tone low and sultry, her hand cupping your breast. She teased your nipple between her fingers, rolling it gently before pinching it just enough to make you gasp.

"Yes," you whimpered, arching into her touch, your breath hitching as her lips descended to your other breast.

Her mouth closed over your nipple, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before she sucked gently, her teeth grazing the delicate skin. The sharp contrast between her warmth and the cool air made your body shiver beneath her.

She pulled back, her lips glistening as she smirked. "Or maybe here?" she whispered, her fingers trailing lower, over the curve of your stomach and between your legs. She spread your folds with deliberate slowness, her thumb brushing over your clit in light, teasing circles.

"Alex!" you moaned, your hips bucking into her touch.

"You’re so sensitive," she purred, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, her tongue sweeping into your mouth with a possessive hunger.

Breaking the kiss, she guided your hand to her cock, thick and hard against her abdomen. "Touch me," she commanded, her voice a husky growl. Her hand wrapped around yours, showing you how to pump her, the veins along her shaft pulsing under your palm.

"Just like that," she groaned, her hips thrusting into your hand. "Fuck, you’re perfect."

But Alex wasn’t one to wait long. She moved quickly, her hands gripping your thighs as she spread you wide. Lowering herself, she latched onto your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you cry out, her other hand slipping between your legs to rub your clit.

"God, you taste so good," she muttered against your skin, switching to your other breast. Her teeth scraped over the hardened bud before her tongue soothed it, leaving you writhing beneath her.

Her cock brushed against your entrance, teasing you, smearing her precum against your wet folds. But before entering you, she leaned back slightly, her eyes locking with yours as she spat directly onto your pussy. The warm saliva landed on your clit, and she used her thumb to spread it around, mixing it with your arousal.

"You’re dripping for me," she said with a wicked grin, her tone thick with lust.

She didn’t give you time to respond. With one firm motion, she hooked your legs over her shoulders, positioning the tip of her cock at your entrance. Slowly, she pushed inside, stretching you inch by inch until she was fully seated, her cock filling you completely.

"Fuck, you’re tight," Alex groaned, her hands gripping your hips as she paused to let you adjust. The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of her cock pressing against every nerve ending making your breath hitch.

When she started to move, her thrusts were slow and deliberate, her cock dragging along your walls with precision. The angle had you moaning unabashedly, your hands gripping the sheets as pleasure coursed through your body.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "Taking me so well."

Her pace quickened, her hips snapping against yours with an intensity that left you breathless. She leaned down, your legs still over her shoulders, and her lips found your nipple again, sucking and biting as she fucked into you harder, deeper.

"Alex!" you cried out, your body arching as the pressure inside you built to a breaking point.

"Come for me," she growled, her voice commanding as her cock slammed into you, hitting that perfect spot over and over. Her thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles that sent you hurtling over the edge.

You came with a scream, your walls clenching around her, your body trembling beneath her as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

"Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight," Alex groaned, her hips stuttering as she thrust into you one last time, burying herself deep inside you. You felt her release as she filled you, her cock twitching inside you, her groan low and guttural.

As she pulled out slowly, a mix of her cum and your arousal trickled down your thighs. Her eyes darkened as she watched, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face.

"You look so good like this," she murmured, her thumb brushing over your swollen clit before she spat on your pussy again, spreading the slick mixture with her fingers.

"Mine," she growled, leaning down to press a possessive kiss to your lips.

She pulled you into her arms, her body still trembling slightly as she pressed soft kisses along your jaw. "You’re incredible," she whispered, her voice softer now, filled with warmth.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

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

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

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

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

Enjoy (;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanna be good for me?”

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

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

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

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

“Such a pretty girl…”

“Oh Jesus FUCK—!” She moaned out.

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

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

The blonde shaked her head cock-drunkenly.

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

~~~

Alex Cabot Masterlist

[olderwomenenthusiast]

she's in control (alex cabot)

PAIRING: alex cabot & fem reader DESCRIPTION: you were meant to be focusing on the team's meeting but alex made sure you were only focused on her CAUTION: semi-public sex, spanking, oral, fingering, slight degradation, power dynamics; dominance and submissive, vibrating painties, reader recieving, aftercare! WORD COUNT: 3.2k AUTHOR'S NOTE: i haven't proof read this, let me know if it doesn't flow or there are any mistakes! x

The precinct was heavy with the weight of the case, the fluorescent lights casting a clinical glow over the room. Every face around the table was grim, brows furrowed in concentration as they pored over evidence, their minds sharpened by urgency. The air smelled of stale coffee and exhaustion, a familiar scent that usually kept you grounded in moments like this.

But right now, no amount of familiarity could anchor you.

Because beneath the sturdy conference table, hidden from every detective, sergeant, and assistant district attorney in the room, a secret war was waging inside you.

Your panties were vibrating.

It was subtle at first, a faint hum that barely registered over the murmur of conversation. But your body noticed immediately. Heat prickled over your skin, and your breath stilled in your chest as the sensation bloomed between your thighs. Your grip on your pen tightened, knuckles white as you forced yourself to keep still.

Across the room, Alex Cabot sat poised, the very picture of composure. Blonde hair pulled back into a perfect bun, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, she exuded nothing but professionalism. To anyone else, she was absorbed in the case file before her, flipping through the pages with steady, meticulous hands.

But you knew better.

You knew that the phone in her hand wasn’t just for checking emails or reviewing legal documents. You knew that with the slightest flick of her finger, she could send another pulse of pleasure through you, controlling you from across the room.

Your panties. Her rules.

Your stomach clenched, desire curling low in your abdomen as the vibration intensified, still gentle, just enough to make you aware of it, to make you ache.

You swallowed hard. Focus. Stay calm.

A grainy surveillance photo of a dark alleyway stared up at you from the file, but you couldn’t process a single detail. You were hyper-aware of every sensation - the soft throb between your legs, the way your skin flushed with warmth, the way your thighs clenched together in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache Alex was so cruelly stoking.

And then nothing.

The vibration stopped.

Your breath left you in a quiet, controlled exhale. Relief and frustration warred inside you as you forced yourself to steady your hands. Maybe she was done. Maybe she’d had her fun.

Then a new wave hit.

Stronger. Fucking hell babe.

Your body jolted. Just a tiny movement, but enough.

"Something wrong?" Fin’s voice broke through the haze clouding your mind. His dark eyes flicked toward you, brow raised.

Oh shit.

You forced yourself to blink, to shake off the heat creeping up your neck. "No. Just thinking."

You swore you could feel Alex’s eyes on you, but when you dared a glance in her direction, she was the very picture of professionalism. The only giveaway was the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, almost imperceptible.

She was enjoying this. Savoring every second.

And you were completely at her mercy.

The vibrations stopped again. Your body ached at the sudden loss, but you couldn’t allow yourself to react. Not here. Not in a room full of detectives trained to notice the slightest shift in body language.

A beat passed. Then another.

You allowed yourself to relax, just a little.

And then Alex turned the dial higher. Shitshitshit.

Your breath hitched, and a sharp pulse of pleasure slammed into you. This wasn’t teasing anymore. This was punishment.

Heat pooled between your legs, your pulse pounding in your ears as you struggled to stay still. You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to grip the table as your entire body tensed. The pleasure was unbearable, just on the edge of overwhelming, and yet you had no choice but to endure it.

Alex was playing a dangerous game.

"Hey," Olivia called your name, her sharp gaze locking onto you. "You good?"

Fuck.

You couldn’t speak immediately. Couldn’t even move. You knew your face must have been flushed, your breath just slightly too uneven. You were seconds away from completely unraveling.

Then Alex spoke.

“Maybe they need a break,” she suggested smoothly, not even looking up from her file. Her voice was calm, completely unbothered, as if she weren’t the reason you were struggling to hold yourself together.

You shot her a glare, but all she did was lift one perfectly sculpted brow. She was mocking you, daring you to challenge her.

Oh, she was going to pay for this later.

But for now, she was in control. She always is.

And as she pressed another button on her phone, sending another sharp, pulsing vibration through your body, you realized something chilling.

You barely made it through the rest of the briefing. Every second was torture. Alex’s calculated teasing, the unbearable pressure building inside you, the constant struggle to keep your face neutral while the SVU team carried on as if nothing was wrong.

By the time the meeting wrapped up, your body was humming with unfulfilled need, and you were desperate for relief.

The second Olivia dismissed everyone, you bolted. You didn’t even try to make it subtle, you just grabbed your case file and strode out of the conference room as fast as your legs would carry you. You could still hear the others talking behind you, but it didn’t matter. You needed to get away.

Alex knew that.

That’s why she followed.

You could feel her presence behind you, her heels clicking purposefully against the tile floor. She didn’t call out to you, didn’t make a scene. She didn’t need to.

The moment you turned the corner, she was on you.

Before you could react, Alex’s hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the nearest empty office. The door clicked shut behind you, and then it was just the two of you - alone, finally.

The second she let go, you spun around to face her, eyes blazing.

“What the hell was that?” you hissed, your voice sharp but quiet.

Alex didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a slow, measured step forward, the ghost of a smirk playing at her lips. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, her voice dripping with faux innocence.

Your whole body was still buzzing, throbbing from her relentless teasing. You clenched your fists, your frustration boiling over. “You damn well know what I mean.”

Alex just tilted her head, watching you with those piercing blue eyes, the ones that always saw too much, the ones that always stripped you bare. “You did so well,” she murmured, and the warmth in her voice sent a fresh wave of heat through you. “Not a single noise. Almost like you wanted to be good for me.”

You inhaled sharply, your fingers twitching at your sides. “Alex,” you warned.

She took another step closer, so close now that you could smell her perfume, could feel the heat radiating off her body. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to sit there and watch you struggle?” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “To know exactly how wet you were, how much you wanted to squirm, and not be able to touch you?”

Your breath caught in your throat. The air between you crackled, thick with tension. You wanted to fight her. Wanted to push her against the wall and punish her for making you suffer.

But she was faster.

Before you could react, Alex reached into her blazer pocket, pulled out her phone, and with a single press of her thumb ---

The vibrations started again.

A strangled gasp escaped you as your knees nearly buckled. The pleasure was instant, overwhelming after all the torment she had put you through. Your hands shot out, gripping the edge of the desk behind you as your body arched into the sensation.

Alex’s gaze darkened with satisfaction. “You’re so responsive,” she murmured, stepping even closer. “I think you like this more than you’re willing to admit.”

You let out a shuddering breath, barely able to focus. “Alex...”

She lifted a single finger and pressed it against your lips. “Shhh,” she whispered. “Be a good girl and take what I give you.”

Your entire body trembled.

And then she turned the dial even higher. The relentless vibration between your legs was torturous, your body wound so tight you thought you might snap.

Alex knew it. Course she did, she knew exactly how to work you.

She watched you with the sharp focus of a predator, her blue eyes dark with something deeper than just satisfaction. Power. Control. Possession.

And you had given yourself over to it.

With deliberate slowness, she reached for you, her fingertips ghosting over your hips before sliding beneath the hem of your skirt. Her touch was electric, sending sparks across your skin, but it wasn’t enough. Not after everything she had put you through.

You needed more.

"Please," you whispered, barely recognizing your own voice.

A pleased hum left her lips. "So polite," she murmured, her breath warm against your jaw. "I should reward you for that."

Then, without warning, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your thighs. The cool air against your flushed, aching core sent a violent shudder through you, but before you could react ---

Her teeth sank into your neck.

A sharp gasp tore from your lips as pleasure and pain mingled into something dizzying, something primal. Alex bit down hard, her mouth hot and demanding against your skin, sucking deep enough to leave a mark. One that would linger long after this moment ended.

Your hands scrambled for purchase, gripping at her blazer, her shirt, anything to ground yourself as she claimed you. The vibrations had stopped now, but the absence did nothing to ease the ache. If anything, it made you more desperate.

Then finally, she slid two fingers inside you.

The moment Alex’s fingers slid inside you, a sharp gasp tore from your lips. The stretch, the fullness, the precision of her movements, it was everything you had been aching for, everything she had been teasing you with all night. Your body clenched around her, desperate, your fingers clutching at the fabric of her blazer to keep yourself from unraveling completely.

Jesus.

Alex bit down harder on your neck, her mouth hot and unyielding as she sucked a deep, claiming bruise into your skin. The pain was sharp, intoxicating, a stark contrast to the pleasure flooding through you.

“You’re shaking,” she murmured against your throat, her voice thick with satisfaction. “You’ve been holding back all night, haven’t you?”

Her fingers curled inside you, pressing against that spot that made your knees threaten to give out. A strangled whimper escaped your lips.

Alex chuckled softly, a dark, pleased sound, before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, her lips slightly parted, her expression dripping with control and hunger.

“Look at you,” she purred. “Dripping. Needy. Desperate for me.”

Then her other hand slipped between your legs, her thumb pressing against your clit.

Another sharp cry left you, your body jolting at the sudden contact. The sensation was immediate, unbearable in the best way, after all the teasing, all the waiting, she was finally giving you what you needed.

Alex moved in slow circles, her fingers inside you matching the rhythm, coaxing, guiding, and certainly demanding.

“Shhh,” she whispered when another whimper escaped you. “Do you want the whole squad to hear how wrecked you are for me?”

You did. You didn’t care. Not when she was touching you like this, not when she was rubbing tight, merciless circles against your clit while her fingers worked you open with practiced ease.

Her mouth found your ear, her breath hot, teasing. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nodded frantically, unable to form words, pleasure coiling so tight in your stomach you thought you might snap from the tension.

Alex’s pace quickened. Her thumb pressed harder, her fingers thrust deeper, and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore ---

“Cum for me.”

Her command shattered you.

Your body arched, pleasure slamming into you with an intensity that stole your breath. You clenched around her fingers, a broken moan slipping from your lips as wave after wave of release crashed over you.

Alex didn’t stop. She worked you through it, her movements steady, guiding you down from the high until you were trembling in her arms, breathless, spent, utterly wrecked.

Only then did she slow, her fingers slipping from you, her touch gentle now as she smoothed her hand over your thigh.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against the bruise she had left on your neck. “That’s my girl.”

Your head was still spinning, your body still tingling with aftershocks, but even through the haze, one thing was clear.

This wasn’t over. Not even close.

Before you could catch your breath, Alex’s hands gripped your hips, lifting you with effortless strength. Your back met the cool surface of the desk, papers scattering to the floor, but you barely noticed. Not when she was pushing your legs apart, her fingers digging harshly into your thighs as she spread you wide.

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and ravenous. “I’m not done with you.”

Then she hooked your legs over her shoulders, her breath hot against your already-sensitive core. Alex held you in place, her grip firm as her mouth descended on you. The first slow, deliberate drag of her tongue sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through you, making your fingers claw at the edge of the desk.

"Fuck.." The word ripped from your throat before you could stop it, but Alex only smirked against you, lips brushing your soaked skin as she chuckled darkly.

"Language," she teased, her breath a cruel, teasing heat before she licked into you again, firmer this time, her tongue flattening against your clit in a way that had your hips jerking against her.

She hummed, pleased with your reaction, and then tightened her grip on your thighs, holding you still as she truly began to devour you.

Her tongue moved with precision, flicking, circling, sucking, never staying in one spot long enough to let you adjust. The sensitivity from your first orgasm made every touch feel unbearable, too much, yet not nearly enough.

Your body writhed against the desk, your hands flying to her hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as if grounding yourself was the only way to keep from unraveling completely.

Alex groaned at that, the vibration sinking deep into you, making your breath hitch.

“You taste so fucking good,” she murmured between strokes, her voice thick, dripping with hunger. She flicked her tongue over your clit again before sucking it into her mouth, sending another shockwave of pleasure crashing through you.

Your back arched violently, another strangled moan escaping your lips.

Alex didn't let up. If anything, she doubled down, her tongue working you over with ruthless intent. When she slid two fingers back inside you, curling them just right, you knew you were done for.

"A-Alex --" Your voice was nothing more than a desperate whimper, your body trembling against the desk.

"I know," she murmured, her lips brushing against you between strokes. "Cum for me again. I want to feel you fall apart."

Her words, her touch, her voice. It was all too much.

The tension in your core snapped, pleasure flooding through you like a tidal wave. Your thighs shook against her shoulders, your fingers gripping her hair tightening even more as you came hard, a broken cry spilling from your lips.

Alex groaned as she worked you through it, her tongue and fingers relentless, drawing out every last aftershock until you were nothing more than a trembling, gasping mess beneath her.

Only when your body finally sagged against the desk, boneless and spent, did she pull away, placing one last teasing kiss against your thigh before straightening.

Her eyes were heavy with satisfaction as she dragged the back of her hand across her mouth, wiping away the evidence of just how thoroughly she had ruined you.

She smirked. "I should keep you on this desk more often."

Your chest heaved, your limbs still weak. Alex’s eyes softened as she watched you, still sprawled across the desk, your chest heaving with each breath. Her expression shifted from the intense hunger of moments before to something gentler, more protective.

She didn’t need to say anything. Her hands were already on you, tenderly adjusting your body so you were sitting upright, her fingers brushing through your hair, smoothing it back from your face.

“Easy,” she murmured, her voice soothing, her touch gentle as she lifted you carefully off the desk. You felt dizzy, light-headed, the effects of your orgasm still rippling through you in waves.

Alex supported your weight, guiding you toward the chair, her hands steady, never once letting you wobble or fall. She knelt down in front of you, her fingers carefully massaging the tension from your shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered, as she worked her way down to your wrists, her touch light but sure, coaxing the last remnants of strain from your body.

You were too tired to speak, your voice still a bit shaky, but you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes for a moment, just letting yourself relax.

She stood, pulling a blanket from the chair and wrapping it around you like a protective cocoon. Her hands lingered, her fingers tracing soothing circles on your skin as she sat down beside you, holding you close.

“You did so well,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple, her lips lingering there for a moment. “Just breathe. Let me take care of you now.”

Her hands were warm as they moved over your body, a contrast to the cool air around you. She ran her fingers gently over your thighs, down your arms, offering you comfort in every touch, grounding you back to reality.

She didn’t rush you, didn’t demand anything more from you. Just slow, soft caresses that reminded you of her presence—solid, steady, always there for you.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked, her voice low, almost protective now.

You nodded slowly, unable to form words just yet, still caught in the aftermath of everything she’d given you.

Alex gave you a soft smile, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, her touch tender. “I know it was a lot. Just relax. I’m not going anywhere.”

You melted into her embrace, your body still humming, but safe, warm, cherished in the aftermath.

She kissed your forehead, and for a moment, all the intense energy of the night seemed to fade into something soft, something that felt like home.

You could feel yourself drifting into a gentle calm, the stress of the day, the hunger from earlier, all fading away under her care.

As the silence settled around the two of you, Alex’s fingers continued their slow, rhythmic movements over your skin. It was a different kind of connection now, one built on trust and tenderness.

This wasn’t over. Not yet. But for now, you were exactly where you needed to be.

"I love you, Alex." you whispered.

"And I love you."

[jiggy-manda]

gf!alex cabot headcanons

sfw

takes awhile to warm up to you

you were new to her and she’s not the best with newcomers

but eventually she accepted you as one of their own

once she warms up to you she gets a bit protective but not in the romantic sense. more like… territorial, but in a less personal way. it’s like she’s annoyed that she underestimated you at first so she subconsciously expects everyone else to as well

catches herself speaking for you sometimes. again she trusts you but because you’re younger & newer than her she still occasionally feels the need to step in

you don’t get together in a traditional sense. nobody asked anyone out or courted anybody. most people would describe it as saying it “just happened.”

working together naturally made you guys grow closer even if it took a bit of time and was slightly unconventional

once you got together her protectiveness definitely did shift into the romantic way just as much as the territorial, superior coworker way

wanted to keep her romantic life separate from her work life at first, but she did relent eventually and announce your relationship to the rest of the team. you made her grow soft over time.

she knows you love her eyes, so she’ll always stare at you until you look away out of embarrassment. she loooves to fluster you

tries to bring you out of your shell at work functions or social events even if she’s not the most excited to be there herself

buys you expensive perfume

she’s not extremely touchy-feely but she loves holding your hand

likes it when you wear her clothes

will ask you to play with her hair when she’s nervous or anxious

nsfw

she’s not a complete stone top but she definitely prefers giving to receiving

she likes the fact that you’re more inexperienced than her

not because of a possessive or manipulative angle, but because she enjoys teaching you new things and being the one to open you up to different ideas

she really likes using her hands on you!! she has plenty of toys but she always prefers skin-to-skin

she prefers vibrators to straps when she’s topping you

although she never really… doesn’t top

she’ll be a power bottom for you though if you’re desperate enough <3

lots of hickeys but usually they’re not noticeable, especially if you have to go into work

loves loves loves playing with your tits

always wants to make you louder than you were before

she loves undressing you

generally just obsessed with the idea of making you hers

please please submit anything alex related you’d like to see in the future <3

[specialvalentinesunit]

[aubvrns]

loved the alex hc!! i need more for her pleasee maybe about secret relationship but i would love anything tysmm!!

The Secret Of Us

| SVU & Headcanons

Synopsis — What’s it like being in a relationship with Alexandra Cabot, when it’s only you and her that know?

Note — Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy!

(Female lawyer centered, pronouns used)

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!!

• — You met Alex when you were a replacement for the defense lawyer she was opposed to, who quit her case because it unjustified her moral.

• — Alexandra Cabot was widely known as the determined ADA who stays unyielding in each case she prosecutes. And you, an attorney she had never met before, comes waltzing to her tenacious self.

• — The arraignment started, and ended with you winning the case with a verdict ever-so positive.

• — Alex was furious, upset that she didn’t win a case she’s been working hardly for, yet her subtle expressionless face gives you a handshake.

• — And all at once, her heart was beating out of her chest as you flash her a genuine smile, feeling your soft hands linger against hers.

• — A year passed, and it’s all she’s ever held.

• — Both of you chose to keep your relationship a secret, or at least private. But it hasn’t stopped you from loving eachother deafeningly.

• — When you two meet at the precinct, it’s mostly playful banter between you two.

• — Occasionally glancing at her blue eyes as she talks to your client, as if you hadn’t left her apartment wearing her shirt in the morning.

• — She would totally be the type of girlfriend who leaves little sticky notes on your desk to remind you of your tasks, or to just write a compliment since she couldn’t talk to you during work hours.

• — And you would be the type to text her all the details about your day, even if you were going to tell her again at your rendezvous.

• — Alex would reach for your hands, holding them when no one is looking. Or placing her hand above your thigh, tracing circles.

• — Not to mention, the discreet meetings when the patience eventually ran out. (How’d you end up on top of the desk?)

• — But behind closed doors, all you’ve had was eachother. May the whole world never know how much clingy could the infamous Alexandra Cabot be, and how you were basically the cure to her insomnia.

• — It’s the subtle actions that make the hiding and pretending fun, you both liked the thrill anyway.

• — One time, you almost got caught.

• — In the café next to the precinct, you were talking about your agendas for the next pending case, when Munch walks in to order a coffee.

• — You notice, and widen your eyes. You assumed the detective preferred tea over coffee, you were wrong.

• — Meanwhile, upon the buzz of the brasserie, the blonde seemed unbothered. Not a single panicked tone in her face as she simply sips her drink.

• — "Well, well. What a surprise. You were this close to biting eachother’s faces off in court and now you two are having coffee?"

• — Alex laughs, "People change, Detective." Her hand gently stirs off yours under the table, taking her glasses off.

• — "Over coffee." You add with a sarcastic smile on your face, bumping knees with the taller.

• — John smirked, seeing the similarity of your highlighters that you used in your paperwork.

• — "Indeed, indeed they do." He chuckles, shaking his head before leaving the cafeteria.

• — Maybe it was best you stayed home.

!!

[cassandracabot]

“college fics where Alex saved Casey from Charlie” YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

[indiefrans]

What are you looking at, Alexandra?

[wild-fleurs]

Drunk at the Christmas party Casey & Alex decide to lawyer up the sign lol

Calex are totally talk legalese (& dirty) to me vibes

[maximoffcarter]

So…a small fic is coming tonight…hopefully before midnight. And late christmas ones are coming in the next few days🫢

[buzziightqueer]

im never beating the "in love with nerdy women wearing glasses" allegations.. these ascend down the line of my hyperfixations (starting with velma my gay awakening)

[celinecooperjones]

Hear me out… Casey and Alex + Partition by Beyoncé

“Driver roll up the partition please, I don’t need you seeing Yoncé on her knees.

Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up, we ain’t even gon’ make it to this club.”

And it’s just Casey going down on Alex in the back of a car on their way to some high class work function.

[olderwomenenthusiast]

lesson in control (alex cabot)

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

MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, Alex --"

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

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

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

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

You scream.

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

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

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

And then she ruins you.

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

"Alex—!"

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

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

But she doesn’t stop.

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

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

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

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

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

"But we’re not done yet."

Your body is wrecked.

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

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

She’s not done with you yet.

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

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

Your breath stutters, your pulse pounding.

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

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

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

Alex sees it. And she relishes it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t move.”

You go still immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, fuck—”

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

You can barely breathe.

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

You scream.

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

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

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

Your body shatters.

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

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

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

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

"Now we’re done."

[jiggy-manda]

i am here once again to ask you all for alex cabot requests 🫣

[hocuspocusbabyy]

Low key sat here crying at the thought of the anxious and or neurodivergent fxf pairing. ‘GENERAL’ Example ADHD gf with her Autism presenting gf.

Three couples example bellow:

Casey Novak & Alex Cabot:

Both struggle with balancing their work to home ratio. Not with each other, they are very understanding. Rather with themselves. Alex will take on more and more tasks, believing nobody will do it right and will save her time in the long run… till she burns out. Manifesting mostly as overstimulation, isolating herself as a result. Very minimal contact, she will bite your head off. Her skin feels like it’s crawling. Yet she cannot stand the idea of being left alone.

Casey on the other hand, can’t say no to anyone - need a favour? She already done it. She often forgets to do things for herself, including getting behind in paperwork leading to many long nights trying to catch up. Eventually the nervous energy gets the better of her and she has to do something. She can get manic with it, a good mix of stress and sleep deprivation. Casey will push herself past it till bordering on tears.

Casey started going to the batting cages again when it all gets too much. It was nice for her to just get some fruition out rather than training for a game, maintaining her body scholarship as she did in college. Alex took to joining her, seeking the redhead out whenever the anxiety had got the better of them both… after the inevitable argument when Casey storms out. A familiar car pulling into the grounds as she swings, the blonde slowly sinking into the bleachers - far enough that the cracking sound of the bat and hall didn’t offend her. She’d sit and read.

They’d take turns checking upon one another just a simple glance in each direction. Till Casey couldn’t possibly hit another, Alex having finished her chapter, working their way across the pitch. Gingerly reaching for the others hand. No apologies given, as they both understood one another’s side of things, simply smiling and driving home together.

Eloise Bridgerton & Cressida Cowper:

Eloise uses her writing as an outlet for emotion. When the world gets a little too much. After she’s turned away from a conversation and found she’d hardly gotten herself across at all. Eloise often struggled with expressing herself without coming across as abrasive. Many people shy away from her personality, her brazen. It often stuck to her, how life would have been so much easier if she had been more like her sisters. Her main standing was being a writer, yet people did not take to kindly to writers block.

Cressida’s is more frustration with articulating her mind, she noticed more as she got older. How passive people could be of her when a particular topic of interest ran away with her, only to look up and see nobody listening any longer. Or the assumption people made that she was lesser in intelligence just because it took her a moment to catch on. Rather her attention has been grasped counting the buttons of everyone’s shirts.

They can both cope with it, most of the time but often at the coming ends of seasons when countless balls and dinners are done everything crammed into one and the anxiety gets the best of them. Cressida delves into her sewing, perfecting the next round of presentations. Cressida liked to he prepared as a coping mechanism. Eloise on the other hand will bury herself in books, pulling extracts and taking apart words till her own can form upon the page.

They develop a pattern of hardly seeing each other; until one night when Eloise walks into her study to get some writing done she finds Cressida’s always sat in the Sewing. Neither taking any notice of the other as they work till eventually the blonde sighs loudly, the other woman looking up with a frown.

“It’s awfully quiet in here.” The blonde states passively still working on her sewing. Smirking lightly as the brunette simply clears her throat and starts reading out loud. Eventually the blonde will grow tired of sewing, swanning over to sit upon her lovers lap. Eloise allowing her gladly, they’d simply sit together till the early hours reading from the same page. Eloise never changes the page till Cressida is ready.

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff:

Wanda has always struggled with being around crowds or new people. She knew who she liked and forming new relationships was something she’d always struggled with. A lot of people were either impossibly dull or didn’t stick around long enough to get to know her. It took her a while to open up. So weeks of conferences for the Avengers at Tony’s and the PR teams assistance; she really couldn’t stand the idea of people around anyone right now. It translates to anger. Practically chasing Sam from the kitchen when he offer to help.

Natasha was used to people relying on her, ever since she was a child. However sometimes the weight of it all gets a little too much. When there’s a particularly bad accident or job for the Avengers so many life’s on the line and responsibility. Nat going back into that black widow shell a little more.

Nat would come home after a long day dreading having to speak with everyone at the compound yet will be met by an empty floor. Wanda borderline angrily tossing items into dishes on the stove, her body in full culinary focus. The blonde would simply place the ingredients Wanda had text for on the counter, kissing the side of her head in passing and walking towards the couch. Opening a beer before watching reruns of spy old movies.

The food would be ready eventually a movie or two in, undisputed as her girlfriend had threatened anyone from coming close to her. Suddenly a bowl would appear in front of her, the redhead simply handing it over before sitting beside her. The blondes arm rising to pull them closer together and Wanda reaching to turn up the tv volume.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Donnelly Masterlist

Mommy… Master List

Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**

One Shots

She’s Been to Hell and Back ~S13!Alex Cabot xFem Wife!Reader (feat. Casey, Rita, Liz, Liv, & Amanda)[MATURE]

Dangerously Close*

Towing the Line ~Casey Novak x Elizabeth Donnelly (Charlie Angst)

My Guardian Angel ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Investigator!Reader (Elizabeth Donnelly x Alex Cabot) feat. Rafael Barba & Olivia Benson

Bite Me, Choke Me*

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List