#elliot stabler fanfiction

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Guard | Elliot Stabler x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ "You don't need to guard me." "I do. I said nothing would hurt you again."With Elliot stabler please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Elliot uses his holiday leave to stay with you when you get attacked by someone and no one does anything about it.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, violence, minor injury

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Nobody was happy about it.

When it came out that you had been attacked in the streets by someone you had used to know and love, nobody was happy about it; they had to fight tooth and nail for something, anything, to be done to keep you safe but nothing ever came of it.

At least, until Elliot managed to find some time off and get himself to go on holiday leave; still, he wasn't happy that it had to get to that for something to be done.

When he spoke to your friends, they swore at him and cursed him, and he couldn't find it in himself to blame them; so he stood there, stiff as a soldier, and took it. His jaw clenched a bit here and there, some of the words cutting deep and long, but he couldn't blame them at all. It should never have gotten to that point. 

Never. 

After all, you were one of their own... kind of. Sort of. Your nephew went to the same school as one of Elliot's kids and they became friends after sitting next to each other during a few classes, and you had met there a few times thanks to various events and parents' evenings before beginning a long and deep friendship.

It was only natural that Elliot would feel so protective over you, and would despise the very thought of someone ever even considering hurting you. 

Still, he managed to make it to your place without causing any disruption; it felt like he was home already, dumping his coat on the back of the kitchen chair and fixing himself a drink.

He came to sit beside you on the sofa, taking note of the bruises on your face and the bandages on your arms; he clenched his jaw tightly, trying to keep his temper under wraps long enough to growl out the question.

"How you feelin'?"

You sighed, shaking your head as you tilted your head back for a moment, closing your eyes and trying your best to keep your voice even and steady. An audible gulp coming from the back of your throat. "Not fucking great, El, can't lie... been fucked around the bush a lot."

He nodded slowly, daring to reach out and, with great caution, place his hand on your knee as he licked his lips and did his best to think of something better to say. "For what it's worth, you won't be anymore."

You shook your head again, although it wasn't in disbelief or disappointment, it was almost... regret? Guilt?

"It isn't your place, though - you don't need to guard me."

"I do. I said nothing would hurt you again." He pointed out, his tone even but stern. Authoritative but not quite commanding. "The first... do you remember the first time something like this happened?"

You nodded slowly. "You didn't leave me for days."

"I made a promise," Elliot pointed out. "I promised you that nothing, no one would do that again..."

"But it did," you whispered, sniffling and running a hand down your face in hopes that it would prevent the tears from falling. "It did, El, and it isn't your fault, but maybe I would've been better off if they'd have finished the job."

He moved, getting as close to you as he could so that he could gently put his arm around your shoulders, keeping you close as he frowned and let out a harsh, deep sigh. "Don't talk like that. It wasn't your fault, and it wouldn't have been better if they finished the job. I need you, your friends need you... I- we want you around."

You didn't respond, just sighing heavily and doing your best to regulate your breathing for a moment as you chewed at the inside of your lip. "Thank you..."

Elliot didn't want to say it, he couldn't. He was never good at emotions, but there had always been some part of his heart that was tied to you, and it was breaking his heart to think that you were silently blaming yourself for being... for thinking of yourself as an inconvenience. He hated that.

It cut deeper than anything else he had thought of.

"Listen," he pulled away, clearing his throat. "Why don't I get us a pizza? Half and half?"

You nodded slowly. "You sure?"

"My treat," Elliot told you with a shrug. "I know a good place that does delivery. You find something to watch - just not that thing Olivia told you about."

You smiled weakly at his little teasing comment, sniffling loudly and grumbling. "Sorry if I got snot on you..."

He shook his head, waving his hand briefly. "I've had worse... and, erm, don't worry - I'll take the sofa."

You shook your head, almost desperate as you glared at him with pleading eyes. "No, please... no..."

"Hey," without even hesitating, he dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your wrists in his hands. "It's fine. It's whatever you want, okay?"

You nodded, clearing your throat. "Can you sleep in my bed? With me?"

"Sure," he agreed. "Anything. Anything you want."

You smiled weakly again, swallowing thickly. "Thank you... really, Elliot, thank you."

He gave your wrists a small squeeze, just a little reassurance. "I said I'm always here, didn't I?"

You sniffled, your head stinging as you did your best not to start crying again. "I owe you..."

He shook his head, daring to smile a little bit. "If you wanna pay me, you can let me call your work tomorrow - I'll explain everything, don't worry."

"You'd do that?"

"Sure," he shrugged, hesitating for a split second. "We're friends."

You dared to lean forward, gently kissing his forehead. "I love you."

Fuck. He wished it meant something else. Pulling away as he cleared his throat and offered a faux smile, convincing enough to make sure that you relaxed as he made his way over to the phone. His hands were shaking. Shit.

It was going to be a long few days, he knew that much.

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good evening! thanks so much for reading, but while I have your attention: Huda & Sara are two 12 y/o children from Gaza who are in urgent need of funds rn so that they can seek refuge as well as medical care. if you have anything to spare, even if it's just £1, please consider giving to them. they do genuinely, honestly, need all the help that they can get.

[wednesdaynn]

elliot stabler fanfiction

okay, i've done this a few times before with other fandoms so i hope this one works as well...

does anyone have any good Elliot Stabler fics, on tumblr or ao3?

i have been dying to read about this man sm, i dont even know why im so obsessed with fictional men, because the thought of doing anything with a man disgusts me, but yk just living the life

[yoyok-era]

A Fathers Love | E. Stabler & J. Slootmaekers

Elliot Stabler & Jet Slootmaekers ♡ Law & Order: OC ♡ 0.8k ♡ Ao3

summary:

Jet, in her fever-induced delirium, reveals some truths about her past.

Elliot knew that there was something wrong with Jet the minute she had walked into the office that morning. He could see it in the way she carried herself, the way she stumbled as she walked up the stairs, the way she slumped over at her desk as soon as she sat down.

He'd made her a coffee, placed his hand on the back of her neck as he put the drink down on her desk. "You're burning up, kid."

Elliot watched as her eyes flicked to him, then away, before returning to look at the black coffee in front of her. She didn't respond to the comment, just continued to stare down at the steaming mug. After a moment's hesitation, Elliot spoke again. "Jet, are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, just tired is all. Late night." She'd brushed him off, like she did whenever anyone asked her about things that bothered her, but Elliot saw the slight tremble in her fingers, the way she gripped the edge of the table in an effort to stop herself from slouching any further into her chair.

"Let me know if you need anything, okay?" He gave her shoulder a squeeze as he walked away, leaving her to get whatever work she needed done.

He'd found her asleep at her desk by the time he got back from the lead he'd been chasing with Reyes, and his concerned tripled. Her face was flushed when he'd woken her up, the bags under her eyes a stark contrast with her pale complexion.

Even now he could feel the heat radiating from her forehead through her clothes, could hear her rapid breathing. "Are you feeling alright? You don't seem too good."

The girl looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes. "I… I'm fine, Elliot," she said, voice trembling slightly as she stood up. She swayed, gripping onto his arm as she blinked the dizziness out of her eyes.

"Alright, I'm taking you home. Try not to collapse on me, okay?" She nodded, letting him lead the way as he walked them to his car.

She could barely stand up as they made it to his apartment, but when she did she immediately sank down onto his couch. Elliot pulled her shoes off her feet, set them aside, and went to check his kitchen for any medicine he might need. There was a small stash of ibuprofen, some water, and a glass of orange juice waiting for him.

"Here, take these. They're gonna help with the fever." He sat beside her as she swallowed the pill, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. She let out a soft sigh as she nestled against the arm rest. Elliot smiled sadly at her. "Go ahead and lie down until your temperature goes down." His voice was soft and gentle, a comforting, familiar sound. She nodded sleepily and snuggled deeper into the couch cushions.

"I'm sorry about this," She mumbled, reaching forward to wrap the blanket tighter around herself.

That caught Elliot off guard, making him pause mid hair-stroke. "What do you mean?"

Her mouth tightened briefly, then relaxed. "My parents would get mad at me when I was sick. Cause one of them would have to stay home." She paused for a second, then spoke quietly. "My dad got really mad once, when I puked on this new carpet. Hit me across the face. My mom always said I went flying into the wall. Kinda funny, actually."

Elliot blinked the tears out of his eyes, surprised at how easily Jet opened up to him. He had never heard about her life prior to today, never knew what kind of childhood or family she'd come from. He wondered briefly if all of this was just the fever-induced delirium speaking, then decided it wasn't important at the moment. "Did he hit you a lot?"

His question made her stiffen a bit. "Me? Nah. My sister protected me, always took the most of it," She paused, her face contorted in thought, then shrugged. "She had this plan for both of us to get out. It worked for me, and when it didn't work for her, she killed herself instead. I think I was 15 when that happened."

Elliot nodded slowly, absorbing the information. Then, after a moment of silence, he spoke. "That's horrible, Jet. I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

She shrugged, still curled up in the blankets. "It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that I moved on. I have other people now." They lapse into silence again, his fingers threading through her hair as her eyelids started to droop.

"No one's ever done this for me before." Her voice was almost inaudible.

"I'm glad I get to do it for you then."

She hummed softly, nuzzling her face deeper into the pillow. "Me too. Thanks, dad."

His chest tightened at her words, the vulnerability in them more than evident. "You're welcome, kid." His hands stroked her head gently, a silent comfort to her feverish mind.

[multifandomme]

♡ Kinktober 2024 ♡

Disclaimer: All of my writings are intended for an 18+ audience and contain explicit sexual material. You are responsible for your own media consumption. You do not have permission to repost, translate or claim my work as your own.

♡ Day 1: “Reunion sex” - Elliot Stabler x Olivia Benson

♡ Day 2: “Roleplay” - Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

♡ Day 3: “Denial” - Olivia Benson x Female Reader

♡ Day 4: “Bratting” - Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

♡ Day 5: “Mommy kink” - Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

♡ Day 6: "Lingerie" - Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

♡ Day 7: "Semi-public sex" - Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

♡ Day 8: "Multiple orgasms" - Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

♡ Day 9: "Age Difference" - Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

♡ Day 10: "First time" - Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

♡ Day 11: "Gun kink" - Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

♡ Day 12: "Masturbation" - Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

♡ Day 13: "Soft sex" - Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

♡ Day 14: "Restraints" - Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

♡ Day 15: "Choking" - Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

♡ Day 16: "Size kink" - Alcina Dimitrescu x Female Reader

♡ Day 17: "Oral sex" - Alcina Dimitrescu x Female Reader

♡ Day 18: "Anything goes" - Casey Novak x Female Reader

Main Masterlist Here

[megalony]

Main Masterlist

As my other masterlist is rather old and made on an old template, I decided to create an updated one with the main fandoms I'm open to writing for.

This is mainly just so it is easier for me and to keep everything neat and in order.

Evan Buckley Masterlist (911)

Eddie Diaz Masterlist (911)

Twisters:

Tyler Owens:

Just Hold On

Top Gun: Maverick:

Jake Seresin (Hangman):

Don't Worry Darlin'

You Called My Wife?

Wait And See

X-Men:

Charles Xavier:

Use Your Voice

Extinguishing Flames

Henry Cavill:

Collateral

Everything Will Be Alright

Like father, Like son (Series masterlist)

His Queen

My Hero (Series masterlist)

That’s my son

Look at us (Series masterlist)

Painless (Series masterlist)

A man named uncle (Series)

Jonah Hauer-King:

Finally Coming True

A Touch of Blue

Talk to Me

We’re Occupied

What Do I Do     Part 2

I Know The Solution

Hidden Truths   Part 2   Part 3

Bound To Her

Worst Nightmare

Don’t Leave Me

It's Happening

Dark! Jonah:

Oh Dear

Twisted Lover 

Pretty Little Thing

Chris Evans:

The Evans boys (series)

Little one

Sleepwalker

Soft Spot (Series)

Part 2

Law and Order SVU:

Nick Amaro:

Help A Girl Out

Leave Her Out Of This

You Are Home

Bed Rest

Little Flirt

Rafael Barba:

Courtroom Chaos

Safe in my arms

My counsellor, my lover

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Reliving the dream   (Series)

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Dominic (Sonny) Carisi:

Hostage

Stay with me

Purple

Abandoned

Close call

An eventful night

Elliot Stabler:

Baby boy

Screaming

House of the Dragon:

Aegon II Targaryen:

Say It Again

I Won’t Allow It

Little Dragon

Unworthy

Aemond Targaryen:

Lady of the Night     Part 2

Perfectly Inadequate

That’s a promise

[p3ndeja6]

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n.amaro x reader

summary: you were younger then nick by a couple of years, and sometimes he’d come over to your apartment after late nights at the precinct, he’d come over to just enjoy peace and serenity

content: fluff, reader is in school (2nd or 3rd year of college) suggestive acts (nothing extreme), age gap!, mentions of sexual abuse due to svu cases, nothing too triggering, just a fluffy one shot overall

super short

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it was late at night, you were working on an essay that was due by the end of the week.. you were getting strained and decided to take a break and call it a day.

You made yourself a quick meal, spicy buldak noodles, a sandwich and your favorite drink that was saved in the fridge. You prepared your meal as you were watching your favorite show. you were almost done preparing your late-night snack when you heard the doorknob shake.

You lived a pretty safe vicinity so the chances of a burgler were slim, but you still were vigilant about your safety, you quickly grabbed your broom and held it tight.

Upon your discovery, the door opened and you saw your boyfriend… nick.

You sighed of relief, and he looked at you worried

“Jesus Nick, you scared me!” “geez sorry, i thought this neighbor was safe?”

you put the broom down, “I mean it is but you never know” “yeah.. tell me about it”

he walked to you as you went back in finishing preparing your ramen, he went behind you and grabbed you hips and nuzzled his head in between your neck, kissing you, making you giggle due to his stubble

he continued and you moved your head slightly to give him more access, he took this as a sign to continue. You tried not to get distracted but you let a soft moan escape.

he laughed,and started moving up your body; cupping your boobs. You laughed and finally pushed him away

“stop Nick” you laughed “I want to eat, I’ve been working on an assignment for the past 5 hours.” he let go and laughed “my hard working girl, okay okay I’ll let you eat but next time, you’re all mine!”

you shook your head in sarcasm, he took of his jacket and unbuttoned his white shirt a couple of buttons down, and took off his shoes. He adjusted himself on your couch, and laid there with his eyes closed taking in the aroma therapy essential oils diffuser thats going around your room.

you look at him, now realizing that he’s here strangely. Nick stops by late nights most weekends or if it’s a weekday he’ll let you know earlier in the day if he’s stopping by, but it’s currently a Tuesday at 12:36 am.

“hey Nick?”

he hummed in response, most likely getting sleepy

“not to sound rude or anything.. but why are you here? It’s late on a Tuesday night, shouldn’t you be at your place?”

He opened one eye and looked over at you

“do you not want me here?” He said a bit suspicious

“oh god, no like yeah I do, but I just realized what day it was and you know you usually let me know when you’re coming over and it’s usually weekends you spend the night with me, I just found it odd you came to visit me tonight” “I love it when you’re here really”

you finally finished your ramen and took it towards the couch where Nick was, and started eating as you waited for a response.

he was hesitant in his answer, he seemed stressed and frustrated.

“today we had a tough case.. a rape case..”

you look at him attentively, making sure you are hearing him and that he has your fullest attention.

you nod in continuous

“and well… it’s about a 8 year old girl who’s after school teacher has been acting inappropriately with her.. you know like touching her where she shouldn’t be touched”

“oh my god” was what you let out

“yeah, and her home life isn’t easy, this one was a bit tough to work on dude to how young and bright this little girl is. I hate to see anyone take it away from her”

you put your ramen down and get close to him, caressing his hand.

“and being here.. with you just brings me peace. All is perfect here, so sorry i came unexpected but i really needed to see you”

you smiled at him

“awe baby, you know you are always welcomed here, I love having you here, never goes a day where I don’t miss you”

you make him look at you and caress his cheek, looking so attentively at his eyes, leaning in and kissing him so gracefully.

he takes you in, and guides a hand on your neck. You move to his lap and continue to kiss him, sucking on each others lips, and you slightly grinding on him

he groans a bit and you continue to bit his lip. You pull away with his lip in between your teeth and stare at him and run a finger across his now plumped lips

“thank you for coming over”

“thank you for having me”

[flowersforjude]

Has anyone noticed how Elliot Stabler is kinda hot?

[mollycabot]

Casey x sister reader

Messed with the wrong person

Y/N= your name Y/N/N= your nickname

A/N the Svu team deals with a lot of sexual assault case daily but what happens when a case they deal with that involves the victim in question is Ada Casey Novak younger sister. First law and order fan fiction hope you guys enjoy it. (Mentions of sexual assault and talks about being rape) and tiny mentioned of self harm not in great detail

It was just a other day on the job and Olivia and Elliot and the team where helping victims of sex crimes however a report came in of a breaking and entry into an apartment that is housed college students.

Olivia and Elliot went to the scene and was greeted with a girl covered in bruises and blood and naked leaning against the wall as the others where gathering evidence, Olivia went to talk to the girl Elliot gave her his jacket and Olivia warped her in a blanket as well to cover her up and to keep her warm.

“Hun can you please tell us your name and what happened?” Olivia asked the girl was in shock and confusion. “I don’t want to talk about and I don’t want my sister to find out.” The girl said scared.

Olivia then asked “who your sister sweetheart and this wasn’t your fault we going to find this guys and make sure he’s locked up for good” said Olivia.

The girl just sat there and said nothing Liv then went to carry the girl to the ambulance she looked to be no older then 20 at least feeling sorry for the girl she got int he ambulance and rode with her.

Once at the hospital the doctors checked her out and sent the rape kit off to the labs as Liv was taking her statement. “Hunny you need to tell me your name as this will make it easier for everyone.” Olivia said kindly and gently. The girl looked away from the detective. “My name is Y/N”. Said the girl and Olivia asked about her last name the girl took a breath and said, “it’s Y/N Novak.” Olivia stood shocked and look at the girl. Olivia then had to ask, “is your sister Ada Casey Novak?” Olivia asked the girl nodded and with that Olivia stepped outside the hospital room.

Olivia called Elliot who was back at the station.

“Hello Liv” Elliot said, “listen Elliot I got the girls name and last name and she Casey Novak younger sister and I know full well that Casey is going to go crazy we both know how much she loves her younger sister and wants to protect her at all costs and that this guy will be lucky if Casey hasn’t killed him.” Olivia said not knowing that Elliot phone was on speaker as he was busy writing up his report and not realising that Casey had heard the whole conversation the look of anger was an under statement.

“What the hell is this!” Casey shouted and Elliot look a taken back “what hospital” and what this guys name I want him getting the mix sentence he can get”. Casey shouted as she got her coat and head her way to the hospital.

Elliot phone Liv to let her know about the red head is on her way and is ready to kill someone,

As Olivia was stood outside the girls room Casey walked up and pushed Olivia against the wall. “Why the fuck did you not call me as soon as got the case!”casey demanded. “She didn’t want to give us her name at first and she was so badly beaten and shocked that she wasn’t in any frame of mine Casey you know how victims can be and I want to find this guy as much as you do but being angry isn’t going to help anyone.” Olivia said and with that Casey let go of the detective and walked into the room where she found her sister lying on the bed crying. Casey took a seat next to the bed and took her sister hand in hers.

“Y/N it’s ok your sister here and I’m going to make sure that no one hurts you ever again.” Casey said. The younger girl pulled herself up and try to give her sister a hug but hiss at the pain of her broken ribs Casey placed a gentle hand on her chest and gently pushed her down on the bed so she wouldn’t hurt herself more. “It’s ok Y/N I’m not leaving your side and can you tell who did this to you?” She ask.

Olivia came in with three cups of coffee Casey helped her sister sit up as Olivia handed everyone their cords and sat down.

“I don’t know there names but there where a group of boys who are in there final year of college the also very popular and went my ex and I broke off she went to tell them I was a lesbian and a piece of shit who is nothing but a worthless pile of trash and that I’m nothing compared to my sister and that I’m not a woman and that they will show me I’m a woman and then when I got home later in the evening I started working on my painting when I heard my door got broken and these two guys walked in and started trashing my place and destroyed my art works that I been working on and when I asked them to stop and leave the start to beat me up and one of them said well my lady it’s time to show you how an women is really use for and they started to rip my clothes off and I was fighting them so hard and shouting stop please stop they didn’t and then one of them stood over me with my lamp and bashed it over my head then I can’t remember anything after that”. Y/N said drink her coffee.

Olivia was shocked and Casey looked pissed and once the results of the kit came back it was positive for rape and that the where traces of semen but pregnancy and sexual transmitted diseases where negative. Which was a good thing meaning they have the evidence and that Y/N was going to be ok well as ok as she could be. Once Y/N was discharged from the hospital they all went back to the office and they started the case for this and Olivia and Elliot went to the college to start looking for the guys who did it.

While they where out Y/N was sat in Casey office with Casey. “Case can I borrow your clothes if you got some going spare and can I go take a shower?” Ask Y/N. “Sure Casey said want me to come with you and stand outside?” Casey said Y/N nodded and they headed straight for the showers. Casey was leaning against the sinks as Y/N was in the shower. “Y/N/N it’s been a while, I know this is hard and you might not feel clean but trust me all the dirt and stuff is long gone.” Casey said in a gentle tone knowing how the victims tend to be after an event like this. As Casey got no response she had a growing concern and she walked up to see her sister sat on the floor of the shower water pouring over her, her skin turning red from the hot water and her curled into herself with blood coming from her arms. Casey turned the shower off and warped her sister in a towel and picked her up and sat her on the sink given that Casey sister always struggled with mental health issues well before this event as her parents always saw her on the lower level and that she was a let down in not going down the same road as Casey.

But Y/N passion was for art and loved everything about art and Casey was always supportive. Once Y/N clam down Casey handed her the clothes and she jumped off the sink and went to the changing blocks and put the clothes on, once back in Casey office Casey took out the first aid kit and started to treat her sister arms.

After Elliot and Olivia caught the guys thank to Y/N’s roommate who installed CTV cameras in the living room of the apartment they where able to find the guys and got the attack on video with More then enough evidence of this they had definitely got the case In the bag.

At trial

Once in the courtroom everyone took there seats and Olivia and Y/N sat behind Y/N attackers and Casey after Casey showing all evidence and after Y/N give her statements the people decided the result of the trial and Y/N attackers where found guilty on all counts and where sentence to 20+ years in jail with out bail and Casey couldn’t be more happy to have got justice for her sister as the attackers where escorted out Casey turned and said you mess with the wrong person pal no one hurts my sister and gets away with it. Casey said angry at the men once court was over she meet up with Olivia and her sister.

Y/N ran and gave Casey a hug, “thank you so much case your are awesome at what you do and I appreciate everything you done for me right form when we where kids I love sister” Y/N said with genuine happiness Casey hugged back and said that she thankful for her sister and that she always here to protect her as she the light of Casey life. And her and Olivia and Y/N decided to got and get some food to celebrate the trail and that those attackers are away for a long time and will never hurt anyone again.

After that event Casey help her sister unroll herself form the course and help move her into her own apartment block not to far from Olivia and helped her move all her things and Y/N decided to carry on with her art life and Casey couldn’t be more proud of her and knowing she was close by and will never be far again Casey decided to stay over at her sisters for tonight as it had been an eventful day and eventful past couple of weeks.

[countrymusiclover]

Detective Stabler's Daughter

Y/n begins her Senior year of college in a Criminal Profiler class but she doesn't expect the professor to be so cute. They begin forming a romantic connection without her father Elliot Stabler knowing till she gets abducted. So Detective Stabler and Reid will have to team up together.

1 - Professor Reid

2 - Coffee Thank You

3 - The First Date

4 - Calling the BAU

5 -

????

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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

[mlmxreader]

Closeness | Elliot Stabler x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Elliot stabler with Forehead kiss please I found it so fucking sweet ❞

: ̗̀➛ you and Elliot spend some time together when he's put on leave.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing

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Elliot had been put on holiday leave by the Captain for a few days after he had yet another outburst and had to be removed from a case; nothing he did could make him settle down, needing and wanting nothing more than to get back on the case and make sure that everything had been done right.

Nothing could clear his head after what he had seen, either, and although Oliva and Finn tried to get him to talk to Huang, he refused time and time again. So now, he found himself sitting on your bed and watching you get your pyjamas on, wondering if he was doing the right thing by being there.

He licked his lips, swallowing thickly as he reached for the cup of coffee on the bedside table. He could feel the heat seep through to his sweaty palms. He brought the cup to his lips, taking a long swig as he kept his eyes on you.

You tugged on your shirt, rolling up the sleeves and turning to him with a smile; you tilted your head, making your way to stand between his legs as you took the coffee from him and stole a strong swig.

“You feeling okay?”

Elliot nodded, slow and purposeful as if he was calculating how to properly act. “Yeah, I’m fine…”

“Y’know, I was thinking,” you started, “maybe me, you and the kids could go somewhere for a day at some point. I know it isn’t easy for them to adjust to a new step-parent, so I just… I figured maybe setting aside a day for us all to spend time together every now and then would be good.”

He nodded again, daring to smile a little bit as he looked up at you. “Yeah, I mean, I’d have to talk to Kathy and ask when would be best, but I’m sure she won’t mind.”

You nodded back, gently raking your hand through the shortly cut dark brown hair on his head, a soft sigh leaving your mouth as you hummed softly. “Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”

You could tell something was wrong, even though you knew that he wouldn’t admit to it even if pushed; he could be stubborn about those things, and he would prefer to bottle it up until it burst.

You only wished that he would tell you, you only wished that you could even have a chance at getting into that head of his and making him know that you were there; you would always be there.

You bent down, tilting his head back slightly, and gently kissed the middle of his forehead; Elliot could only smile, holding onto your wrists as he hummed under his breath. He leaned back when he felt you move, letting you get on his lap as he anchored his sweaty palms to the mattress behind him.

“What’d you wanna do tonight?” He asked quietly.

You shrugged as you thought about it for a moment, going quiet and absentmindedly pulling on the inside of your lip with your teeth; it wasn’t like there was a shortage of things that could be done on a Saturday night in New York City herself, but that was part of the problem.

There were so many bars and restaurants and arcades and batting cages and places to go - it was difficult to settle on just one thing. But then… you didn’t need to go anywhere anyway. You were already in your pyjamas, after all.

“I wanna stay in,” you whispered. “I’m comfortable, I’m in my PJ’s… we could always rent a really shit horror film - y’know, like the Hammer House ones?”

He nodded in agreement as he cleared his throat. “We can always order in as well - my treat.”

“I could eat,” you agreed, daring to smile. “Chinese?”

“Chinese sounds good,” Elliot smiled back, letting himself drop down to leaning on his forearms. Almost entirely laid down on his back.

A soft hum was drawn from the back of his throat when you put your hands on his stomach, still straddling his waist; there were a thousand little things that he could have said, a million different things that he could have suggested.

And wanted to.

But he couldn’t bring himself to say a thing; he was just trying his best to keep his mind away from everything else.

He couldn't deny that you looked good, almost as good as when you wore his shorts and boxers around the flat on the hotter, more relaxed, summer days. He could picture it so fucking easily, too.

Sunday morning, you would be pottering about in his shirt from the previous day and his boxers as if it meant nothing; he would usually just throw on the spare pair of grey jogging bottoms and sleeveless shirt he kept at yours.

You would spend most of the day in bed together if you could, or as much of it as possible. Even with the heat, it was always difficult to stay away from each other.

He kept his gaze trained on you, finally lying down and only just propped up by the pillows as he swallowed thickly. Tempted, so fucking tempted, to say what was on his mind; what was really on his mind.

"C'mon," you said quickly, tapping his stomach. "Help me dig out the leaflets from the kitchen drawer - I think there's one for that new place down the road."

Reluctant, Elliot followed. He stayed behind a few paces, at least until you rummaged through the kitchen drawer and found the leaflet.

Standing behind you, he put his hands on the counter on either side, letting his head rest on your shoulder as he quickly scanned the menu in your hands before nodding briefly. He waited for you to turn around, quickly kissing your forehead while he had the chance.

"You know what I like," he told you. "I'm gonna quickly run to the john, but I'll be back."

You nodded as you let him go, missing the closeness but knowing that it wouldn't be long until you had it again.

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[soelstress]

Take Charge

Happy Friday Lovelies! First of all, I’m absolutely blown away by the responses I’ve had to A Shot Of You & Silent In The Library. Thank you so much for liking and sharing, it means so much to me 🥹

I’m currently working on several pieces (quite a few Bucky themed which I hope will please some of you) and four entries for two writing challenges.

I’ve been writing lil fan fic snippets on and off for about 14 years now but never shared anything. Earlier this year I started watching Law and Order SVU… and the plot bunnies haven’t left me alone since. This is the first piece that was more than a few a paragraphs and my first real smut piece.

Pairing: Elliot Stabler x female!reader

Summary: You help Elliot deal with the stress of his work

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , explicit sex / smut , p in v sex , unprotected sex , some language , oral sex (male receiving) , vaginal fingering

A/N - Do not steal, copy or plagiarise any part of my work. Please let me know if I’ve missed any warnings.

You woke with a start. The room was dark, curtains preventing moonlight or street lights from invading. Taking a deep breath, you tried to discover what ripped you awake. 

“No…” 

You felt Elliot behind you. He moaned again, the sound desperate and pained. You reached over to turn on a lamp, the soft light illuminating the room but not bright enough to rouse Elliot. Shifting, you saw his body was taut and his hands gripped the sheet beneath him.

You slowly reached out to touch his shoulder. The next moment you found yourself pinned to the bed. Elliots eyes were open, blank and unfocused. He had your hands clamped at the wrists, squeezing tightly. You whimpered at the pain but tried to remain calm, knowing that fighting him could make things worse as he was stronger than you and unaware of the pain he was unintentionally causing. 

“Elliot” you murmured softly, watching his face closely. He froze, not moving but not loosening his grip either. “Elliot wake up” you said in a firm clear voice. 

Blue eyes found yours, the haze of sleep slowly lifting. “Honey?” He frowned in confusion. “What happened?” 

“You had a nightmare”. 

Blinking, he shifted to move but stopped when he noticed where his hands were. He knelt back carefully, loosening his grip and examined your wrists which currently showed no marks but you knew bruises would form from his tight hold. He rubbed them gently then looked at you. “I’m so sorry” he said hoarsely. Standing, he began to pace the room. Tension settled over him as he rubbed his face.

“It’s not your fault, El. You were dreaming”. Your heart broke to see him so troubled. “Please, come back to bed”.

Shaking his head, he headed out the door wearing only his boxers. “Give me a few minutes”

You sighed internally. His work in the Special Victims Unit had an effect on him, sometimes leading to restlessness or anger but nightmares rarely occurred. Elliott could only reveal the vaguest details about his cases but seldom did so, saying he didn’t want to scare you and that it was his burden to handle. You cursed his father for the zillionth time out of annoyance. His words and actions had led to a negative impact on Elliot, preaching that only the weak showed emotion and that Elliot was a failure.

You glanced at the clock and realised that Elliot had been gone for 30 minutes, but hadn’t returned. Concerned, you slipped on the button-up shirt Elliot wore earlier and walked down the hall to the room that you used as an office and where Elliot kept his weights. Grunting and soft curses filled the air as you approached. Elliot raised and lowered the barbell, flexing like a well oiled machine as you stood in the doorway watching. Though he was panting and sweating he showed no sign of slowing down. You were about to make him aware of your presence when he raised the barbell onto the rack and sat up breathing heavily. 

“It’s not working” he said. “I have this energy and it’s not going anywhere”. His gaze was on the floor. “I pinned the perp to the wall in the interrogation room. I squeezed, trying to make him feel some of the hurt he’s caused…” He looked up, pain on his face. “And I wake up to find I’m hurting you”. Standing, he slowly walked over and stopped in front of you. He opened his arms in cautious invitation. You stepped forward into his familiar and comfortable embrace.  “I’m still in interrogation mode and I can’t stop”. Restless, he ran his hands up and down your back. “I need to take control” he murmured, his hot breath blowing against your ear.

A shiver of desire ran through you at his words and the feeling of his body against yours. You reached for his hand, gently placing it against your throat.

“So be in control”.

Though the words were whispered he heard them clearly. Elliot pulled back to look at you. He tried to remove his hand but you kept it still. 

“Baby?”

“I think this is what you need right now”. 

His eyes never left yours as he inhaled deeply. “It’ll be rough”.

Longing filled you. “I like rough.” Holding his hand in place, you used your free hand to reach between your bodies. Before you could do much more than brush your fingers against his boxers he grabbed your hand. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I trust you, El”

He flexed his fingers around your throat, pressing just enough to show the strength he possessed. You were at his mercy. Bending forward, he guided you to kneel on the floor. Straightening he pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them. He was rock hard and your mouth grew wet wanting to taste him. 

“Suck me”. Without hesitating, you slowly slipped him in your mouth and began to work him, running your tongue up and down. “Good girl” he growled. You looked up to see his head thrown back. His hands wove into your hair, guiding you as his thrusts sped up. “Suck me harder. I want to fuck your mouth”

Moaning at his words, you placed your hands on his thighs and increased your efforts. “Yes” he hissed. Whimpering, you took him all the way into your mouth and felt him hit the back of your throat. Your eyes locked with his as you let out a loud moan. “Fuck babe, I’m gonna cum”. Growling, he gripped your hair firmly and worked through his orgasm using your mouth. You swallowed and licked him clean before kissing his tip. 

Elliot pulled you to your feet and captured your mouth in a ferocious kiss. Dazed, you didn’t notice he was moving until your back pressed to a wall, his hand cushioning the back of your head. 

Nipping at your lower lip, he soothed the sting with his tongue. Trailing down, he licked and nipped his way from your lips to your jaw and up to your ear. He tugged the lobe and you moaned. 

“You like that, baby?” The hand supporting your head wrapped in your hair and he pulled. He nipped at your exposed neck and at the same time you felt a feather light touch - his fingers gliding over your sex. He slipped a finger between the folds, avoiding your clit. “Fuck baby, you’re soaking for me” Grinning wolfishly he suddenly plunged two fingers inside, making you cry out at the unexpected and furious sensation.

“Please” you begged him.

“You’re so wet, can’t wait to have my cock inside you”. His thumb slowly massaged your clit, contrasting to the speed and roughness of his fingers.

“Elliot” you moaned, your fingers rose to the base of his neck and scratched his scalp. His ministrations sped up, a familiar heat rising in your belly. 

“I know sweetheart. I feel your hot wet pussy squeezing my fingers… come for me honey”

Moaning his name you exploded and pulled him closer. He gave you a moment to recover and leant back. A small part of you thought “Cocky bastard” at the look on his face but there was no denying the man had skills. You wanted more of him. 

Elliot removed his fingers, soaked in your arousal. He started to raise them to his lips but you captured his hand. Eyebrow cocked, his eyes locked with yours as you licked and sucked them clean. Moaning, you nipped each finger tip and kissed them. His eyes darkened with lust. Breathing heavily, he reached for the shirt you wore and ripped it open sending buttons flying. Impatiently, he pulled it off and bent you over the desk. You gasped at the cold on your overheated body. He nudged your legs wider apart, one hand keeping you flat on the desk while the other guided his cock to your entrance. He slammed into you. “Fuck” he groaned as you cried out. He stilled for a moment. “Baby?”

“You’re so deep. Fuck me El” you moaned.

He spanked you.

“You telling me what to do?” 

“No”. His palm connected with your other cheek, the sting paling in comparison to your desire. “Please fuck me. I wanna feel your cock pounding into me”

He pistoned his hips, his cock moving deep within your body. You took him, aroused by his movements and his growled words. “You’re so hot and wet, I can feel you soaking my cock… I’m gonna make you feel so good… squeeze my dick, make me come…”. Moaning loudly, your insides began to quiver. The hand pressed to your back moved around to your throat. Gently squeezing he guided you upright with your back flush to his chest, head on his shoulder.  “Come on honey, I want to feel you come on my cock”

You gasped as his fingers circled your clit. “Fill me up baby, I want to feel you cum inside me”. His fingers flicked your nub. “Elliot!” You writhed as the orgasm rolled through your body.

Elliot slammed into you twice more, stilling with a shout. “Oh shit - baby!” Spent, you started to fall forward  but he held you tighter, one arm propped on the desk for support. He slowly pulled out and you whimpered at the loss of contact. Elliot turned you around, his cerulean eyes searching your face. The agitation had left him, nothing but love and gratitude softening his expression. He planted a chaste kiss on your lips. Leading you to the bathroom, he tenderly cleaned both of you. Softly, he applied bruise cream to your wrists and kissed them. In the bedroom, he put on another pair of boxers and offered you one of his t-shirts.

“I like when you wear my shirts” he said with a small smile. He climbed into bed.

Snorting, you slipped the t-shirt on and crawled in beside him. “I can tell by the way you ripped it off me”. He grinned and pulled you down to lay on his chest. “Shame though, I liked that shirt on you”.

“I’m sure the buttons can be sewn back on. Or I’ll just buy a new one”. You heard the amusement in his voice. there was a pause before he inhaled deeply. “Baby?” Curious, you tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “Thank you”. He kissed you deeply and you reciprocated, pouring all your love and affection for him into it. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. You laid down, hearing the steady thump of his heart. Feeling his arms wrap securely around your torso, you silently swore to always be his safe place, as he was yours.

[multifandomme]

F**k It, I Love You

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Elliot Stabler

Summary: With no boundaries left to impede them, Elliot and Olivia's partnership finally crosses the line.

Genre: Smut, (masturbation, accidental voyeurism, power dynamics, choking, face slapping, hair-pulling, oral sex, makeshift restraints, teasing, humiliation, praise, scratching, biting, marking), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 5.4k.

This piece is for day 1 of kinktober under the 'reunion sex' prompt.

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The boundary had always been Kathy, unequivocal, immovable, a clear-cut line in the sand that Olivia had never dreamed of impinging upon. The mask of respect that she outwardly donned however, did not extend to the shielded confinement of her mind, a place where this limit had been breached on countless occasions. Elliot existed in her thoughts in every imaginable capacity, intertwined with her, each vivid fantasy of him filthier than the last.

This twisted reality had haunted Olivia for decades, unable to shake loose from him, not wanting to, forever wishing for an alternative set of circumstances, a way for them to be together some way, somehow. Holding out hope was dangerous and yet Olivia found herself clinging onto it, bottling it, stashing it away, preserving every remaining scintilla of it, undeterred by the potentiality of bitter disappointment.

Through all the unrelenting hardships and epochs of absence, Elliot would always come ricocheting back when she least expected it, when she needed him and the missing piece that his presence gifted unto her would make her whole again. 

When the news of Kathy’s untimely death had first found Olivia, her emotions had been blown into complete disarray, the initial pang of grief rendering her still, speechless. It had taken weeks for the denial to cease its gnawing of her, the sadness gradually fading away until it settled into a weight that embedded itself deep into her chest. She worried more so for Elliot, never having been one to bode well when emotions were involved and in particular, matters of the heart.

Unsurprisingly, he had not yet initiated contact, opting instead to lock himself away as Olivia secretly pined for him, a feeling she knew all too well. She wondered what would be left of him when he inevitably returned to her, wondered how long he would wait until he surrendered to the ironclad magnetism that held them together.

On the exterior, Olivia’s reaction to Kathy’s passing had been wholly unremarkable, save from the bizarre sense of atonement that had accompanied the pain. It was something that she feared was exclusive only to her, in fact, Olivia knew that it was, unable to refute the relief she had felt at finally allowing herself to set down the guilt that she had been condemned to lug along with her.

For the first time, Elliot’s salacious existence in her mind would go unpunished, no longer sullied with afterthoughts of self-hatred or regret or the vexing reality that he belonged to another. The flickering candle of optimism toppled to the ground, but it did not waver. No, Olivia doused it in gasoline until its feeble, golden flame reshaped into a mighty inferno, free of control. And suddenly, the hope that she had vehemently defended, the fantasy of Elliot being hers at last did not seem so futile or far-fetched, not anymore.

Devoid of Elliot, the yearning that plagued Olivia had only worsened, heightened tenfold, uninterrupted hours spent immersed in the refuge of her mind. Elliot lived there, uninhibited, a permanent resident, his face overlaid in a smugness that taunted her, that made her believe that he was somehow aware that he governed her every thought. And the walls of her office would watch as Olivia submitted to another sensuous vision of him, so profound, so real that it drove her fingers beneath her waistband and tore stifled whimpers from her.

Concealed behind her desk, Olivia would bask in the momentary alleviation that she had afforded herself, destined to be impeded by a knock at the door or the calling of her name from beyond the glass. And in her mind’s eye, Elliot mocked her pitiful attempt at release, laughed at the persistent throb that ailed her, his humiliation of her merely inducing a fresh influx of arousal.

The rumblings of residual cortisol thrummed without respite as Olivia resigned herself to bed, another day at the precinct having reached its conclusion. Falling asleep was always the difficult part, though Olivia had devised a foolproof routine to quell her insomnia, a way to replace the heinous images of the working day with ones that brought her contentment.

In the encompassing darkness, Olivia’s hand slid into the drawer of the nightstand, landing upon the selection of toys that lay therein, blindly assessing the choices through the instrument of touch alone. Recently, she had noticed herself gravitating towards those of the larger category, seeking to emulate Elliot in any which way that she could or at least the assumptions she had created of him. In a split second, he had successfully clawed his way to the forefront of her thoughts, Olivia so fiercely consumed that she abandoned her intended quest to grope at her breasts instead.

“What are you doing to me, Elliot?” Olivia whispered, her question fated to be swallowed by the surrounding silence, her nipples painfully rigid as they poked into the soft skin of her palms.

Olivia’s inner dialogue scolded her for being so weak, for possessing a level of self-control so frail, so laughable that it filled her with shame. But, once the steady stream of pleasure had begun its irresistible corruption of her, she knew that she was a lost cause, her reason eroding, incapable of prying herself from the bruising grasp of gratification. Olivia’s thumbs caressed the hardened buds with undying enthusiasm, her back bowing from the mattress, thighs squashed together in a hollow bid to placate her boundless craving.

The sensation was addictive, her desire only exacerbated by the image of Elliot’s muscular frame fixed in her brain, his calloused hands roaming her body, his voice gruff in her ear. His affect on her was incontestable, a sharp pain slowly occurring to her until she was forced to acknowledge just how harshly she had been touching herself to the thought of him. Her nipples ached, the sparks of libidinous torment splintering off until they established residence between the valley of her thighs, pulsating, commanding attention.

The purposeful torture that Olivia had incited saw her pussy pooling with arousal, two fingers snaking downwards to dance languidly through the wetness there. Without consulting her consciousness, her hips bucked with impatience, delighted by the newfound contact as she wrangled to keep her excitement under control. It was easier said than done, especially when Elliot’s incorporeal appearance spurred her on so tenaciously, as if he was as eager to witness her climax as Olivia was to feel it wash over her.

“Fuck,” Olivia cursed, breathlessly, a hint of anger puncturing the veil of blatant desperation, the prospect of Elliot leaving her in such a hopeless condition beginning to frustrate her. “I need you, Elliot."

Faltering exhales occluded the calm of night, Olivia’s gentle fingertips drawing aimless patterns over her clit, painted in slick, her wetness unhoused and merely accumulating further. In a frenzied bid to actualise her climax, Olivia’s fingers dipped lower, impaling herself upon them with an audible gasp, the prior languidness of her motion mutating into a pace so merciless that she struggled for oxygen. Olivia’s pussy fluttered erratically, startled by the sudden speed, the cries and curse words that freed from her lips loudening with each passing second.

“Elliot,” Olivia husked, repeating his name like a mantra as she introduced another digit and plunged into herself forcefully, mindlessly, “Harder, Elliot, fuck."

And there, dangling on the cusp, the subtlest creak of a noise diverted Olivia’s attention and subsequently levelled her pleasure to zero. Abruptly, the air in the room became frigid, icy, marked enough for Olivia’s adrenaline to be called into activation. The lack of light only worked against her, the meagre slivers that had managed to sneak through the curtains illuminating the doorway like a single votive in a gargantuan cathedral.

Olivia squinted, hyper-focused, disturbed to uncover the presence of a shadowy figure lingering in the doorway of her bedroom, approaching, closing in gradually until the flitting semblance of light allowed enough to deduce its identity, his identity.

Though ephemeral, the moment of stillness that existed betwixt them seemed to endure. And if the piercing blue-grey eyes that bored holes into hers had belonged to anyone but Elliot, Olivia was certain that she would have been positively racked with fear, unnerved by the vulnerability that engulfed her. But Elliot was an unending safe place, a space to crawl into when she could not face things alone, a space where the walls were bulletproof and his strong arms around her were enough to drown out anything and everything that troubled her. 

“What are you doing here?” Olivia asked, frantically, her faculties finally re-engaging as she battled to preserve whatever remained of her modesty with the bedclothes, “How did you get in, Elliot?”

Elliot frowned in confusion, his head tilted lightly as he attempted to decipher the scene before him, stationary and silent as if he had dissociated as a means of protecting himself from the temptation that soundlessly beckoned him. 

“I still have a key,” he spoke, his tone lilted as if posing a question, “You gave it to me when…” His voice softened until the words simply melted away, mouth agape as though he had forgotten how to speak entirely, as though he had forgotten everything he had ever known all at once.

The silence was unnatural, a partnership that had spanned decades slowly slipping from their grasps and transforming into something that didn’t necessarily have a name, indescribable, different. It was unusual for Elliot to withstand such quiet for so long and Olivia had begun to accept that perhaps this was all too much for him too soon. Instinctively, she drew the blanket closer to her body, a paralysing humiliation casting its shadow over her until it enveloped her completely.

“You were thinking about me,” he stated, his voice a mere whisper and Olivia could not decide whether it had been a sign of intrigue or dismay, though she had held out hope for the former. "You called out for me."

Olivia had spent years fighting to understand him, to know him and in an instant, she felt her confidence falling by the wayside. The doubt infected her, the emotion that played on Elliot’s face so utterly unreadable that she worried it was all too late, that perhaps she had blindsided him so irrevocably that things would never be the same.

“Yes, I did, Elliot,” she admitted, meekly, her eyes squeezed together from the unmitigated embarrassment of having to recite the truth aloud, “I didn’t know that you would be here and… well, you didn’t call ahead.”

“So, this is my fault?" Elliot scoffed, knowingly, the subtle rolling of his eyes signifying that his reply was intended with jest, though his effort to lighten the mood was unsuccessful.

Olivia glared at him, the palpable indignation setting Elliot's cheeks ablaze. This fleeting display of anger from his partner dissipated as quickly as it arose when Olivia caught sight of the arrogant little smirk that had upturned the corners of Elliot’s lips. She noted its distinct familiarity, one expression that she was sure to remember until her dying day, a look that almost always spelled mischief.

“What?” Olivia questioned, warily, struck by a strange sense of self-consciousness as he dared to stride further over the threshold with a powerful confidence, the fingers of one hand toying idly with the top button of his shirt.

“You want help finishing the job?” He smirked, his orbs brighter than she had ever seen them, incandescent, evocative, “Seemed to me as though you had it covered but if there’s room for one more…”

Years of pent up rage exited before Olivia had the opportunity to compose herself, a loud huff of air forcing itself from her nostrils, her jaw visibly clenched, her gaze unyielding.

“You really have no idea do you, Elliot?” She exploded, her fury raw, unbridled as she clasped the bedsheets around herself like her life depended on it, purposely denying him even a glimpse of her skin as punishment for being so flippant. “I have spent years thinking about you, wishing I wasn’t, wishing it was anyone else that I had these thoughts about. But it was you, it is you. And I refuse to lie to you anymore. Yes, Elliot, I think about you when I fuck myself, I think about you every hour of every fucking day and I’m sorry about it. And I know that you find this funny and amusing, but it isn’t. It’s been eating me alive, this, this guilt, these feelings, not being able to confide in you, not being able to have you. I…”

Elliot pursed his lips together so tightly that they tinged white, a sharp inhale obstructing the silence, the tension so heavy that Olivia could feel its physical weight pinning her in place. The world appeared to grind to a halt, Olivia briefly losing the ability to breathe as she speculated Elliot’s next move, only praying that the spilling of her darkest secrets had not been in vain.

“You want to play with me, Captain?” Elliot whispered, a sound so hypnotic that her brain seemed to empty itself of its contents. “Want to see how those filthy little fantasies of yours really play out?”

Olivia sucked in a shaky breath, “Yes."

“What’s your safe word?”

“Compass.”

The expeditious reply almost saw Olivia’s words colliding with his, Elliot fascinated by her eagerness, but more so by the way she bent to his will so effortlessly.

“Someone's prepared,” he mused, licking his lips as he sized Olivia up, his eyes raking over her like a predator bracing itself before it pounced and subdued its next meal. “I’m impressed.”

“Well, I have had years to think on it,” Olivia reminded, boldly, a stirring fervour manifesting in the pit of her stomach as she observed Elliot’s aura darken visibly before her. "But you knew that, didn't you, Detective?"

“Get over here.” He barked, coarsely, his index finger pointing to the edge of the bed, the space below which his burly frame loomed over. “Lose the blanket while you’re at it.”

Elliot’s brazen demands had taken Olivia back, the distinct lowering of his voice sending shivers along her spine. Olivia recognised that voice. That voice thrust her backwards in time, to instances spent with Elliot in the interrogation room, creeping out from its cage and instructing her to look away, to turn a blind eye. It was that voice that caused the cameras to switch off as if by magic, always coincidentally moments before he slammed a perp's head repeatedly against the two-way mirror until they were reduced to a lifeless pulp.

What Elliot was blissfully unaware of was the scene that often lay behind that very mirror as he roughed up a criminal, should his curiosity have ever piqued enough for him to peer through it. There, Olivia would be, deliberately defying his order to avert her gaze, a lip cinched between her teeth in delight as he punched and slapped and kicked. Olivia should have been concerned, terrified even given what she did know, and yet she found herself wet, arousal surging in as if it had never left.

Yes, that voice could coax her into anything, and she would let it.

“Don’t make me ask you again,” Elliot snarled, lunging forth and dragging Olivia to the edge of the bed before she was even given the chance to comply, her jaw pinched firmly between his fingers. “See, we’re off the clock, Captain,” he taunted, forcing his thumb harshly against her bottom teeth as he pried her mouth wide and revelled in the way she squirmed in response. “Technically that means…” He sighed, his expression pensive as though ruminating on something of great importance, though Olivia knew better than to trust the veneer. “I guess that makes you my bitch for a change, hm?”

Olivia jostled herself expertly from his grasp, no stranger to a power struggle, Elliot quick to conquer her with his hand encircled tightly around her neck. A wicked grin spanned her mouth and Elliot feared he was about to unearth more than he had ever bargained for.

“Then you’d better make damn sure I fall in line, Detective.”

The audacious threat burst from her lips and betrayed her better judgement, a crazed countenance staring back at her, the vein upon his forehead jutting out into visibility. Strangely, the abrupt sound of laughter permeated the space, his breath tickling her cheeks, his grip on her merely tightening. And, then pain, a hearty slap delivered to Olivia’s right cheek with such force that it left her tumbling to the ground below him. Her skin scorched in the wake of him as she battled to camouflage the tiny smirk that threatened to unravel itself into clarity. Elliot loomed above, his chest puffed out in triumph as his partner crawled to his feet in a soundless plea for more.

“You like that, don’t you?” Elliot probed, though the answer shone with blatancy, drowning in the vision of Olivia’s docility, the way she peered up at him with unmistakeable zeal.

Olivia had ascended to places unknown, certain that the brutal blow had knocked her brain around a little too much to arrive at a coherent thought, not yet.

“Answer me.” Elliot’s question yanked her back into reality, his tongue glossing over his lips before the familiar pain materialised once more and clouded her periphery.

“Yes, fuck,” Olivia hissed, a stifled half-moan spilling out as an afterthought, her cheek torrid to the touch and now decorated in sanguine. “I like it.”

The red hue deepened, though this time its catalyst was not as favourable as the previous one, humiliation bubbling steadily below the surface. Still, Olivia had pledged her honesty to Elliot long ago and intended to preserve it, no matter the cost.

“I have to say, Captain, I never pegged you as a masochist,” Elliot admitted, his gaze intense, uncompromising. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“A detective working under a misconception? How could you, Elliot?” Olivia mocked, teasingly, her bravery stripped from her as she felt her chin dragged upward, a fistful of brunette finding home in his hand. “Tell me,” she continued, dauntless in spite of the pain that plucked at her scalp and set it alight, “What did you peg me as?”

A devilish grin bloomed upon his face as he released Olivia from his grasp, albeit roughly, disentangling the strands from his digits. Wordlessly, his thumb danced its way along the full flesh of her lips, his hunger awakening tenfold as he noticed an enveloping warmth, Olivia suckling with such ferocity that his digit vanished into the depths of her mouth.

“Vanilla,” he surmised, an uncontrollable hum falling from him at just how misguided he had been in his assumptions, disproven further by the scene that was unfolding before him. Elliot withdrew his thumb, replacing its absence with two long digits instead, jamming methodically, a smirk befalling. “Good old missionary position,” he clarified, amused by the emergence of water flocking to Olivia’s tear ducts in abundance, her cheekbones hollowed as she peered up at him through glassy, half-lidded eyes. “Thought you were a good girl.”

The final two words conjured a visceral reaction, Olivia’s hand descending tactlessly to rub avidly at her clit, the distinct vibration of her moans rumbling around Elliot’s driving fingers. Positively bewitched by Olivia’s valiant effort to display her mouth’s undebatable talent, Elliot had initially failed to realise the overt act of insubordination taking place, until he did. And without a word, he yanked his digits from Olivia’s possession, a bruising slap reigning terror as it sought to deny her of the pleasure she had mindlessly allowed herself. 

Elliot had resigned himself to his infatuation, raking his burning gaze over Olivia’s ravishing form, pausing to admire her perfect breasts and the way her thighs pursed themselves together in agonising desperation. It was only then that he came to know the extent of his own appetite, his erection throbbing in his trousers, his mind poisoned with sinful thoughts and every single one revolving around Olivia.

Saliva adorned the borders of her mouth, glistening as Olivia wrangled for breath, spluttering and yet saddened by the newfound emptiness that enclosed around her. Elliot tutted in disapproval, a hand ruffling through her silky hair as if apologising for was about to ensue.

“Good girls don’t touch without permission,” Elliot ruled, Olivia’s trembling reaction suggesting more than a simple coincidence as he grabbed at her wrist and willed her arousal-covered fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Captain.”

Olivia fidgeted with impatience, the muscles of her thighs contracting and relaxing noticeably as she fought to squeeze out any remnant trace of alleviation to no avail.

“Punish me, then,” Olivia offered, feigning composure, her body afflicted with itches left unscratched. “You are going to, aren’t you, Detective?”

“Yes,” Elliot acceded, firmly, his fingers working expeditiously to rid himself of his shirt, though his eyes never strayed from Olivia for even a nanosecond, engaged in a silent battle of wills. “And you’re not going to like what I have planned.”

Olivia salivated at the sight of his toned physique, ravaging him fanatically in her mind as she observed his every motion. Her gaze meandered lower at its own accord, trained on the bulging outline of his cock sheathed below his pants, her clit pulsating rapidly at the thought of it.

She did not have time to ponder further as the slackening of Elliot’s belt filled the momentary quiet, his trousers and boxers dragged to the floor in unison as she kneeled before him, gawking, mouth agape, begging for him with doe-eyes. The belt was the only thing that he did not discard of, his hands smoothing over the leather with a devious flare behind his eyes.

“Now, why don’t you be a good girl and put your hands behind your back,” Elliot instructed, his free fist wrapping itself around his cock and pumping slowly. “And make sure that they stay there, hm?”

Olivia abided, too overwhelmingly entranced by his lewd movement to care much for what he was saying and in all honesty, in this state, she would have agreed to anything at all.

Elliot resolved the proximities which separated them, towering over her kneeling frame, his hips just shy of levelling with her hungry mouth. She wanted to suck him dry, to take him to the precipice, to enlighten him with what he could have had for all these years. Conscious of bringing about any further unwanted consequences, she decided against it. Instead, she bored holes into his veiny length, watching Elliot’s face contort as he thrust into his hand with growing vigour, his cock merely a hair’s breadth from her lips and yet so far. She wanted him, needed him, but more than that, she wanted to be good for him.

“Look at you,” Elliot crooned, “desperate for my cock. That’s what you want isn’t it?”

Olivia nodded, avidly, so violently that her brain seemed to wobble around in her skull, “Yes, I need,-“

“You need to be quiet,” Elliot suggested, forcefully, his hand working overtime as he began to grunt in sporadic intervals, his hips veering closer as he stared at Olivia’s lustful visage, wholeheartedly enchanted by her.

His breath was ragged, his cheeks hued in a subtle blush as he ran his tongue across his lips, inwardly wishing that he had made a different judgement call and that Olivia’s mouth was wrapped around him instead of a tedious hand.

“Open your mouth, pretty girl,” Elliot demanded, breathlessly. “I have something you want.”

Olivia extended her tongue outwards, groaning as he smacked his cock against it before unleashing a warm rush of liquid into the depths of her throat. Elliot’s hips bucked forward, uncontrolled, as if his plan had been thrust into derailment the second he had felt Olivia’s mouth around him. And when he crashed back into reality, he was met by the captivating sight of Olivia struggling around his size, her orbs wide in bewilderment. Reluctantly, he detached himself from her.

“Fuck, Elliot,” Olivia croaked, half-choking from the aftermath of being used so ferociously. “Please, this is torture, I need to-“

“Ssshhhh, it’s okay, baby,” he reassured, his footfalls retreating until she could feel him lingering directly behind her, noting the existence of something tight encircling her wrists. “Stand up,” he ordered, though his voice appeared to be gentler than before.

Elliot ushered her to the bed in some ironic kind of perp-walk, her wrists pinned to the small of her back, manipulating her body until her stomach was flat against the mattress. From behind, Olivia’s arousal could not be refuted nor ignored, Elliot enraptured by the way it spilled outwards and painted her inner thighs. Teasingly, he dragged a finger through her dripping folds and delighted in the way her knees faltered, a breathy moan emitting from Olivia.

“Such a pretty thing,” he praised, a pair of digits circulating at her clit as Olivia burrowed her face into the pillows in a useless attempt to stifle the loudened whines that escaped from her. “So wet,” he growled, “And all for me.”

“Yes, Elliot,” Olivia mumbled, faintly, haunted by the purposeful denial that Elliot had subjected her to, the ache between her legs so arduous that she had lost confidence in her strength altogether. “Take me, Elliot, use me,” she insisted, “I’ll do anything, please.”

Olivia knew as well as he did that he lacked control on all accounts, something she had learned to manage somewhat in a professional sense. This was different, though, an instance so foreign to them that she was left uncertain of the kind of animal that was about to be released.

 “All of those times you thought you were slick,” he laughed, his fingers continuing their painstaking torture of her, occasionally slipping inside of her to keep her on the edge of something more. “All of those times I knew you were wet under your clothes, knew what you wanted from me. You thought I didn’t know, but I know you.”

Olivia fought to drag her thighs inwards, to stymie his movement and subsequently permit herself a flitting moment of peace. Instead, he sank in further, his exertions more expeditious, more intentional as her knees buckled pathetically below her.

“Elliot, please!”

 “What did you think of, Olivia?” He asked, smugly as she writhed weakly below his touch, unable to shake free of him. “All those fantasies,” he mused, taunting her as if he had known of her clandestine secrets all along, “Tell me, which one was your favourite?”

Words eluded her, unable to think cohesively or do much of anything at all. Fixed in place, Elliot’s hands roamed freely, inspecting her wetness, prodding inside of her, spanking the backs of her thighs when her knees began to jitter.

“Perhaps I should decide,” Elliot suggested, coolly, as if he was blissfully unaware of the way he had reduced his partner into a quivering mess before him. “Is that what you want?”

Olivia could only muster up a weary nod of her head in reply.

Abruptly, the sensations halted and her wrists fell free of the belt that held them hostage, Elliot forcefully flipping her onto her back with ease. He did not wait, could not bear to as he lurched forwards, his body solidly against her as he sank his cock into her.

“We’ve waited years,” Elliot reasoned, panting lightly as he quickened the pace. “I want to see your face when you cum for me.”

“Cum inside,” Olivia breathed, her voice strained, and Elliot had to squint to decipher it at first. “That was my favourite… what I thought about.”

Elliot grinned, revitalised by the admission as he pounded with reckless abandon, drowning in Olivia’s eyes, her pupils blown so wide that her irises seemed to flood with obsidian, possessing him. 

“You’re taking me so well, baby,” Elliot huffed out, “Feel so fucking good around me.”

Olivia cried out in pain-pleasure, her body rocking with every brutal  slam he delivered, his features screwed inwards as he focused on staving off the looming orgasm that threatened to take him under. But, Olivia had alternative plans for him, her pussy holding him so snugly that he didn’t ever want to leave it.

Divinity did not even begin to describe the scene below him as drank her in, devoured her whole, storing the image of her in his mind. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, the lasting flecks of self-control ebbing away as he licked and sucked at her neck with passion unrivalled, Olivia’s fingernails pricking deeper into his skin. Admittedly, it stung, hurt like a searing blade and yet nothing seemed to compare to the pain of denying himself of her for so long.

“Close,” Olivia gasped out, her mouth agape, “I’m close.”

“Gonna take my cum like a good girl, huh?”

Olivia mewled shamelessly and Elliot hastily leaned in closer, their lips ghosting and suddenly this was more sobering that the actual act itself. It was not the union of their bodies, the coalescence of sweat and bodily fluid that tied them in this moment that scared them even a little, but the indisputable truth of what all of this meant. Elliot threw caution to the wind and met her lips, losing himself in the feisty reciprocation that she offered, her breath in his mouth, moans that he willingly swallowed.

“Cum for me, baby,” Elliot encouraged, “All for me.”

Elliot thrust slow and deep as he held her so tightly he feared he would crush her, Olivia’s nails scraping his shoulder blades with fervour, his mouth suckling a purposeful bruise into her neck.

 “Fuck,” Olivia squealed, shrill amidst the quiet. “Elliot!”

White-hot plagued Elliot’s vision for a moment and brimmed deep inside Olivia, her hands clutching at him like he was about to float away, like she was reliving one of her fantasies and Elliot was not truly there. For once, Olivia wanted to exist outside of the confinements of her mind, for once, she did not have to dream of him or hope for him.

Erratic breaths filled the space, Elliot’s sweltering body pressed to Olivia’s, unified, together at last. He kissed along her neck, the protruding bone of her clavicle, anywhere he could reach as Olivia slowly came to.

Elliot rolled to settle at her side, his hand smoothing across Olivia’s bare stomach as he studied her in adoration. She was magnificent like this, fucked out, dishevelled, though Olivia could not gather the courage to greet his loving gaze. The shame and guilt surged in, the words she wished to utter continuing to fizzle the instant she opened her mouth to speak them. But she could shroud her feelings from him anymore, not now, not after this. 

“I love you, Elliot,” Olivia whispered, her voice quaking with reticence. “I’m sorry,” she shook her head, willing away everything in her that told her to be quiet. “I’m sorry, but I do. And I know with the circumstances it’s probably not what you want to hear right now but…”

 “I love you, too.”

Olivia twisted instantly, searching his expression for a flicker of doubt. “What?”

“Circumstances change, Liv,” Elliot shrugged, “There was never going to be a right time to say it, but I’m glad that you did. And you know…” he paused, sighing. “I was going to leave Kathy, I’d been planning it for a while but then she… well, you know.”

Elliot softly captured Olivia’s lips, drawing back to plant one on her nose thereafter.

“I love you,” he repeated, a smile appearing. “I… think I always have.”

Disbelief rendered her silent, eyes trained on the ceiling as she exhaled slowly. In that moment, Elliot’s attention was stolen by a noticeable red mark etched into her neck, one that he must have accidentally left behind earlier, one that seemed to be darkening by the second.

“You’re at the precinct tomorrow,” Elliot stated, inspiring a puzzled look from Olivia that promptly revised into apparent concern.

“What have you done, Elliot?” Olivia interrogated, pushing herself up onto her elbows and narrowing her eyes, worried more by the little grin that he now donned.

“I may have left you a present,” Elliot admitted, coyly, “And it may be right… there.”

He prodded the little bruise and Olivia clambered to her feet with her sights set on the mirror. She craned to the side, her neck elongated, Elliot observing as her eyes grew round, wide.

“Oh, you are in so much trouble, Detective.”

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[claires-audience]

Guys we really need to start paying more attention to law and order OC as well because its Elliot’s show and it allows us to see his side of the story so there are a few instances where Olivia makes an appearance and he asked her once “what is this” and replied “a friendship”. Another time he asks her about her relationship while he was gone and she replies “ seriously?!”. In OC he takes his chances to ask her around whenever he can but in SVU thats not so much the case because it’s Olivia’s show and we wont know how she feels unless she voices it out.