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[linusbenjamin]

'Cause karma is my boyfriend Karma is a god Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend Karma's a relaxing thought Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

[userbarson]

[scottstiles]

Law & Order: SVU ↳ 20x17 Missing

[laanswife]

Why are thirsty posts about fictional older women the most popular on Tumbr? 🤔😉

[elliot-olivia]

Okay, Detective. Tell me why. Whatever’s inside this box, you’re afraid it’s too normal.

[ncis-nerd]

Unwrap Me, Daddy.

a/n: What started as a crack fic...

18+ only!!

Ship: Olivia x Reader

About: Olivia wants to breed you on the most jollyest day of the year. 

Warnings: Breeding Kink, Foul Language, Smut, Cum-Filled Strap, Pet Names.

18+ only!!

The stockings with your and Olivia’s names printed on it hung over the fireplace. You were cuddled up by the roasting fireplace, there you sat cozily on the couch. Jack Frost, 1998 version ran in the background. Your sparkly red lingerie set hugged your curves. You had nothing but a robe on and a bow. You sent a picture to Oliva. 

Y/N: 1 attachment.

Y/N: “Unwrap me, Daddy”

Olivia: seen

Olivia: “Oh, you are so in for it now.”

You smirked to yourself, knowing the hole you were digging for yourself. You bit your lip thinking about how red Liv will smack your ass later. 

The door swung open as Olivia set her bags down on the ground. She made her way over to the couch where she found you with your fingers interlocked, sitting there waiting for her, like her own present. She bit her lip, seeing the nice little bow you tied to your robe.

Your robe began to expose your very bare body to Olivia as she tugged on the ribbon. Revealing your sparkly red set to her. Goosebumps formed on your skin, you shuddered in anticipation. 

“On your knees, now.” Olivia growled hungrily, as she forced you off the couch and to kneel. Olivia smiled softly, her warm hands lightly held your face. “Oh sweetheart, you do not know what I have in store for you” she smirked, revealing the long red strap hidden in her pants. You didn't notice the bulge it made until now.

“Wanna breed that pretty tummy of yours baby..” Olivia growled as she lined her strap up with your entrance. Her hands tugged on your nipples, pinching and abusing them as her strap penetrated you.

“Need to fill you up with my babies” Olivia grunted as the strap shifted, hitting that spongy spot of yours.

A sweet moan escaped your lips “f-fuck l-liv” You whimpered.

“What baby? Use your fucking words” Olivia spewed, pounding into you at a relentless speed. 

“P-please cum in me livie, wanna be your fucktoy” you exclaimed, this seemed to please Olivia as her fingers traveled down to draw fast circles on your clit.

You could feel your knees starting to give in as they began to shake. “Wait for me baby, let’s cum at the same time” Olivia exhaled, getting more possessive of you.

She flipped you onto your back so she could admire the bulge the deep strap had on your stomach. This was the final straw for her..

“F-fuck, cum with me angel. Let go..” Olivia twitched as you felt warm liquid on your cunt.

Smug bitch, she used a cum filled strap. Olivia didn’t pull out, she fucked you through your orgasm, her eyes stayed focused your tummy.

“I can see you livy..” A soft grin filled your face, knowing that it was getting her off to see her strap in you.

[mister-warmth]

Chappell Roan wrote a song about this

[rosecabenson]

What I think some of the ADAs do while waiting for a jury verdict:

Rafael: he’s either A, fighting off a headache and practically downing ibuprofen- or he’s squabbling with Liv- heavy in the last one-

Alex: Skimming though law Text books for absolute funsies (also because she’s over thinking the court cases she mentioned during indictment and she has to double check or Liz will never hear the end of it-) that or she would go chat it up with Cragen over some drinks (only Alex is drinking, cragens AA boys would have his ass if he drank-)

Sonny: Oh my boy is stressing. He’s pacing, biting his nails, loosening his tie because suddenly it’s a million degrees in that room- then he panics even more and the second someone asks if he’s okay, especially Rollins- the nausea hit him-

Casey: To be honest she’s probably just chilling in her office, and this is for simpler cases, I feel like she will just sit in her mess of an office (Seriously it looks like a mad scientist lives in there-) and mess with her soft ball things, that or going to bat with Elliot, that usually ends in her having to book it back to the court house quick enough to get the verdict-

[stellariders]

let’s talk about how when 12x01 aired and this was the opening scene it genuinely broke the fandom. i remember seeing ships from other fandoms saying how they want this for their ship. svu fans (mostly just eo fans) were on twitter quoting tweets about this scene saying they can’t get their ship to kiss but they (we) got a whole ass shower scene. knowing that my ship got this moment is my only bragging right at this time. i’m sorry but i won’t ever shut up about this. it’s so iconic

[alexcabotgifs]

3x11 Monogamy

[tozierstache]

svu textpost

[rahleeyah]

[hockeyboistrash]

Me waiting for Spotify Wrapped:

[vivaciousoceans]

liftin' you up, so you will be raised

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU

Pairing: Olivia Benson & Noah Benson

Rating: G+

Warning (s): None

Word Count: 1,725

Genre: Family (?), Fluff (?)

It’s not that Noah isn’t on her mind the entire time they’re investigating the case—he is, especially once two thirteen-year-old boys get involved.

If she’s being honest, Noah has been on her mind a lot lately.

He’s thirteen now, officially a teenager, and he’s growing up so fast. Olivia finds herself wondering where the time has gone. It seems like just yesterday she was lifting him out of that drawer, overwhelmed by a love so profound that it reshaped her entire world.

The truth is, she’s never quite gotten used to the fact that she has a son.

Even now, when she watches him play video games or sees him come home from school with his backpack slung over one shoulder, there’s a part of her that marvels at the fact that this is her life. But with that joy comes a constant undercurrent of fear. If she brought up Noah every time a case hit too close to home—like this past week’s case had—she’d never be able to focus on her job.

Still, when she saw the boys’ ages, her first thought wasn’t about the investigation or the details—it was about Noah. About how, in a different set of circumstances, it could’ve been him.

He could’ve been one of those boys, making choices based on things he wasn’t old enough to understand, his life changed in an instant. Or worse, he could have been like the twelve-year-old girl—innocent, vulnerable, caught in the crossfire of someone else’s ignorance and recklessness. The thought of him suffering like that, of losing him, gripped her so tightly that she has to remind herself to breathe when Carisi hands her a glass of whiskey.

She knew she needed to talk to him.

The signs have been there for a while: Noah coming out as bisexual, the questions he’s asked her about relationships and identity, the conversations she’s overheard between him and his friends. He’s reached an age where curiosity naturally leads to seeking information, and the internet is a minefield—too often offering more harm than guidance. Like it had with Johnny D, his biological father.

Just like it had in this week’s case. What should’ve been a simple, mutual exploration between two teenagers had turned into something traumatic, leaving both parties and their families forever changed.

In total, five lives had been shattered over the course of a week, and the justice they’d found felt inadequate.

After leaving Carisi’s office, she headed straight home, bypassing the precinct. Any paperwork could wait until Monday. Right now, her focus was on her son.

She just hoped he was still awake; she didn’t think she could fall asleep until she talked to him. As she drove, she mentally rehearsed different ways to open the conversation. She knew it couldn’t be a lecture—Noah was smart, curious, and he’d see through any attempt to control the discussion. And after what happened when she kept the truth about his biological father from him, she knew she couldn’t afford to be anything but honest. He deserved that.

When she finally stepped into the apartment, the familiar warmth of home washed over her, but it did little to ease the tightness in her chest. She shrugged off her coat and set down her keys, pausing when she spotted Noah on the couch. He was still awake, the soft blue glow of his phone illuminating his face as he scrolled. She felt a mix of relief and nervousness; this was the moment she’d been turning over in her head all day.

“Hey, Noh,” she called softly, making her way over to the couch.

Noah looked up, surprised but smiling. “Hey, Mom. You’re home early.”

She let out a small laugh. “I guess I am.” She hesitated, then added, “Mind if we talk for a minute?”

He set his phone down, his brows furrowing as he heard the tension in her voice. “Sure. Is everything okay?”

Olivia sat down next to him, feeling the weight of the moment. “Yeah, everything’s fine. But... I wanted to talk to you about something important.”

She tried to keep her tone casual, but the urgency of the topic was hard to disguise. “Today at work, we had a case involving kids your age and a few years older, and it got me thinking.”

“Like... what kind of case?”

She took a breath, steadying herself. She rarely talked about her work with Noah, and when she did, she tried her best to be as vague as possible. “There were two boys—thirteen, just like you—who got involved in something they didn’t fully understand because of things they saw online. I know you probably know what I’m talking about—videos, photos, stuff like that.” She paused, her eyes searching his. “Sometimes, people your age see things that aren’t meant for them. And those things can make it seem like certain behaviors are normal or expected when they’re not.”

Noah looked down, picking at a loose thread on the couch, his face flushing. “You mean…like, porn?”

Olivia’s heart clenched at the word leaving her little boy’s mouth, but she kept her voice steady. “Yes, like that. I know it’s out there, and I know it’s easy to find. But a lot of what’s in those videos isn’t real, and it isn’t healthy. It doesn’t show you what a respectful, loving relationship looks like. It shows people doing things for the camera—things that aren’t about consent or care.”

She paused, letting her words settle. “Sometimes, kids watch those videos and think that’s what they’re supposed to do, or that it’s okay to treat someone like that. But it’s not. Real intimacy—real relationships—are built on trust and communication, and both people need to feel safe and comfortable.”

Noah shifted, finally looking up at her. “Mom.” He groaned, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration on his face. “Why are we talking about this? I’m not—I mean, I haven’t watched anything like that.”

Olivia softened at his admission, giving him a reassuring smile. Relief flooded through her. She’d hoped he wasn’t looking at that kind of stuff but hearing it directly from him eased her fears. “I believe you, and I’m not saying you have. I just want to make sure that when you do come across things like that—or if your friends try to show you something—you know that it’s okay to say no, and it’s okay to feel uncomfortable.”

She paused, choosing her next words carefully. “I know we’ve talked about sex and consent before, but we haven’t really discussed what’s online. A lot of what’s out there just isn’t realistic, and it’s not what you should expect from a real relationship or during sex. Real relationships are about respect, trust, and making sure both people feel safe and comfortable.”

Noah’s expression softened a little, though the flush in his cheeks remained. “It’s just... kind of embarrassing to talk about.”

“I know it is,” she admitted, her tone gentle. “Believe me, this is the last conversation I want to be having too, but it’s important. You’re growing up, and I want you to have the right information. It’s not always easy to figure things out on your own, and that’s why I’m here—to make sure you feel safe and supported.” She hesitated, her eyes softening. “I want you to know that you can always come to me, no matter what. If you ever have questions or if something doesn’t feel right, I want you to feel safe asking me.”

Noah looked down, nodding slowly as he absorbed her words. “I guess... it’s just a lot. And sometimes, other kids make it seem like it’s normal or no big deal to watch that stuff.”

“I know. And I know that pressure can be tough to deal with. But just because other people are talking about it or acting like it’s no big deal, doesn’t mean you have to go along with it. You always have the right to set boundaries and to say no. What’s important is that you do what feels right for you, not what other people think is ‘cool’ or ‘normal.’” She stressed, trying keep her tone as calm as possible. She knew Noah had heard most of what she was going over before, but not in this context. She needed him to know that just because someone wasn’t physically pushing his boundaries, didn’t mean he had to give into peer pressure.

He looked back up at her, the uncertainty still lingering in his eyes. “But what if... I mean, what if they don’t listen?”

“That’s when you walk away,” she said firmly, squeezing his shoulder. “It’s okay to stand up for yourself. You don’t owe anyone anything—especially not your comfort or your boundaries. And if anyone ever makes you feel unsafe or tries to pressure you, you tell me, okay? I’ll always have your back.”

Noah’s shoulders relaxed a little. “Okay, I get it. I just—sometimes it’s hard to know what to do when everyone else is acting like they know everything.”

Olivia nodded, a sad smile touching her lips. She wished he could remain her sweet little boy forever, but he was growing up. He was going to have to figure out how to navigate a pretty tough world, but she’d do her best help guide him. “It is hard, and sometimes people act like they know everything when they’re just as confused as you are. But what matters is that you trust your instincts. If something feels off, it probably is. And that’s when you come to me or talk to someone you trust.”

He nodded. “Alright. Thanks, Mom.”

She pulled him into a hug, feeling his warmth and the familiar comfort of having him close. “I’m proud of you, Noah. Growing up isn’t easy, but you’re doing a great job. And I’m always here, okay? No matter what.”

As she pulled back, she gave him a warm smile, ruffling his curly hair back. “Now, how about we forget about all this awkwardness and order pizza?”

Noah grinned, his blue eyes sparkling, the tension between them easing as he laughed. “Yeah, that sounds way better.”

“Good,” she replied, feeling lighter now that the conversation was over. “You pick the toppings, and I’ll put in the order.”

[rosapiike]

# Domestic EO.

[elliot-olivia]