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ncis-nerd · 1 month ago

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I've got you babe

Ship: Olivia Benson x Reader

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

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

Word Count: 792

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

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

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

"Oh honey.." Olivia sighed sadly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hummed in response.

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

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

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

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

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

"I think the reason this case is getting to me so much is because this has happened to me. Not this exact situation but I was touched... without my consent..a-and I've told you about it briefly but..." Your voice broke, gripping Liv's hand tightly.

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

"P-part of me wished someone had came to save me, but no one ever did. It got worse but you know what? I grew up, and got the hell out of there." You exhaled, feeling a huge weigh lifted off your chest.

"That's right my love. What you experienced, is horrible, I have no words. But you're right, you got the hell out of there and I'm so proud of you for that. Shows how strong you are, look how far you came. You help people everyday, you are amazing, my gorgeous, generous, girlfriend." her voice softened with affection.

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

The older woman furrowed her eyebrows.

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

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

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

"l-livie!" You squealed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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evan4ever · 1 month ago

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You Left Me

Warnings— angst, that’s about it! And I did not proofread lol

a/n— I’ve wanted to write for Barba for so long and this popped in my head tonight so I hope it’s good, it’s my first Barba x reader!!

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“I’ve got donuts!” You chirped as you strolled into the station, holding the box of donuts up high for everyone to see, though blocking your own view momentarily. Thankfully, you knew your way around well enough that you maneuvered your way to your desk, still holding the box in front of you waiting for someone, anyone, to say something about the donuts— but when no one did, you finally lowered to box to see Amanda, Sony, Olivia… and Rafael staring at you.

Your heart nearly stopped. It had been nearly 3 years since Rafael had left. Left the squad. Left town. Left you.

No call. No text. No nothing. After a nasty case that left everyone confused and devastated, you arrived home to the apartment you had shared with your long time boyfriend, Rafael Barba, for all of his belongings to be gone. Nothing of his left, but a note.

“I love you. I’m sorry.

Rafi”

You were left broken beyond what you thought could ever be repaired. It took a lot of time, a lot of therapy, a lot of “self love” and time off for you to even come close to healing from that. You still weren’t completely healed. You were just on the mend, finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel, thinking that maybe things could be okay again. You were finally finding love towards your job again after spending the last three years being so angry and taking that anger out on every perp you could. Olivia knew what you were going through, thankfully doing her best to hold you together knowing you had no one else to do it for you. She never fired you when you were out of place, she never judged you when you blew up at anyone who looked at you wrong, no, she simply turned you in the direction she knew you needed to go.

And now, the moment your eyes landed on Rafael’s, they quickly diverted from his and found Olivia’s.

You swallowed hard, feeling uncomfortable with everyone’s eyes on you and the way silence filled the room. You dropped the box of donuts harshly on your desk and cleared your throat, running your hand through your hair, something you did often when nervous.

“Um, I can’t… this isn’t..” you stuttered, shaking your head, “I’m not doing this here.” You stated, turning and making your way into the break room, away from the wandering eyes, knowing Rafael would follow you.

The air felt thick around you, your skin hot and wet. You almost didn’t want to believe he was really here, that this was really happening. Why? Why now? After all this time? After all these years you had to spend healing the parts of you that he broke? Why now?

You felt the presence as someone entered the room, and it was all too familiar even after three years. Your ps were currently pressed against the counter, your body hunched forward.

“Close the door, please.” You demanded, quietly. You knew you weren’t going to be able to keep your temper under control when the two of you begin talking, and the others really don’t need to hear your dirty laundry.

You listen as he obliges, the door latching giving you the okay to push yourself away from the counter. You still couldn’t bring yourself to face him yet, so there you stood tall, facing away from him, staring at the white kitchen cabinets in the break room filled with only the presence of yourself and the man who was at one point the absolute love of your life.

It was dead silent, as if both of you were terrified to speak first. Or maybe neither of you knew the right thing to say. All you did know was you weren’t going to be the first to speak, and he had no right to make you.

“Can you turn to me?” His voice finally filled the room, filled your ears. “Please?” It was so soft, and still so beautiful, if you weren’t so pissed off at him, you probably wouldn’t buckled there.

“I don’t know if I can face you.” You admitted in a shaky whisper, you weren’t sure if he even heard.

“I know you’re angry, but if you would just listen—“

“Angry?” You cut him off, whipping yourself around so quick that he wasn’t expecting it and took a few steps back out of surprise. “No. I’m not angry, Rafael. I’m furious. I’m livid. I could kill you if it wasn’t illegal and I didn’t love my job.”

You stepped towards him with every one of your words, now chest to chest with him. Your noses were nearly touching as you stared up at him and he down at you, a look of pure despise mixed with betrayal in your eyes.

You stayed like this for a moment, almost threatening him to move away from you. When he didn’t, you finally backed off and put space between you, shaking your head at him.

“I know that I’ve hurt you y/n.” He states, his eyes remaining on you.

“You left me.” Your voice nearly squeaks in reply, causing Rafael to flinch slightly. “I would’ve done anything for you, Rafi, and you left me.”

“I had no choice!” He finally raises his voice, a hint of his own hurt showing. “I couldn’t make you give up the job that you worked so damn hard for all because I did what I did? I wasn’t going to make you pack up your life and come with me all because of a screwed up case! Don’t you get any of that? I was trying to spare you. I was trying to give you another chance at this beautiful life you built. I wasn’t going to make you follow me. I would never do that to you. Not because of my poor choices.”

You stared at him for a moment in disbelief, as if the last nearly decade you guys had spent together he truly had never heard a word you had ever said to him. Yes, you could see he was looking at your best interest, but he failed, miserably, at seeing what YOU would have wanted. What YOU would have thought was best.

“I would have gave up my entire life for you. My career, my home? Those are just things to me. You knew this.” You spoke slowly and clearly to him, making sure he understood you. “There was nothing else in this world I wanted more than to be with you, wherever you were, wherever you would go. I would have been there.” Your eyes stared directly into his, holding contact for a moment while he thought over what you just said. “But you took that choice from me when you left me here.”

Turning away from him now, you took a deep breath almost feeling free, finally getting that off your chest to him. He took that choice from you. He thought he knew what was best for you, and that’s what really hurt.

“And you didn’t even give me the courtesy of a phone call or… or a goddamn text message.” You laughed harshly. “No, I got to find out from a note Rafi! A note, and all your shit gone from our apartment! But hey, thanks for paying the rest of that year’s rent. You really did me a favor there.” You sarcastically joked, rolling your eyes.

All Rafael could do was stand there, thinking over your words again and again. He really did think he was doing what was best for you. That’s all he wanted, what was best for you. He didn’t want to make you pick your entire life up for him.

“I’m sorry y/n. I only wanted what was best for you. I didn’t think you—“

“No, you didn’t.” You cut him off, nodding in agreement. “You’re right. You didn’t think.”

He just stares at you, his mouth opening to say something but quickly closing on second thought.

You both now, once again, just stares each other down, neither daring to break eye contact. Though, his stare at you is filled with sincerity and warmth while your stare at him is still filled with anger and coldness.

“Do you know what I had to do to pick myself back up from that?” You once again break the silence, referring to his leaving. His eyes quickly meet the floor, almost scared to find out what his disappearance in your life had done to you. “I was in therapy FOUR DAYS a week with Olivia’s freaking shrink for months. Then it was three days a week. Now I’m finally at two days a week so, we’re making progress huh? I was on desk duty for a year because I would beat the living shit out of every perpetrator I could get my hands on. I had like.. four different lawsuits on my hands that, thank god for Olivia and the rest of my squad, they got me out of. I lost a partner to a bullet because my mind was on YOU. I lost the privilege to talk to victims for a year because my mind was on YOU.” His eyes remained on the floor as you flooded him with everything he had caused you to go through. “You left a hole in me, so big, that even three years later Rafi, I’m still working on filling it. All because I would have went with you.”

“So come with me now.”

His words take you back, nearly making you trip over your own feet as you process what the hell he just said. You stare at him, your eyebrows pushed together, questioning if you heard him right. Surely, he didn’t just say that now, after all this, after all this time.

“What?” You whisper, deciding you need to hear him say it again to confirm it.

Rafael pushes himself a few steps towards you now, maybe a foot between the two of you, and looks down at you carefully, and gently repeats himself. “So, come with me now.”

Your mouth drops open in awe, and not the good kind.

“Are you kidding me? Why now? Why now and not then?!” You raise your voice again, feeling the anger once again rise, though he quickly grabs either side of your arms and gives them a small squeeze.

“Please. Just listen to me.” You want to object but instead, you sigh and allow him to continue. “I realize now how wrong I was for not giving you the choice. Y/n, leaving you was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my entire life. A mistake I have been dwelling on since the day I left. But I needed to hear you say, from your own mouth, your own words, that you would’ve came with me. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I forced you to come and you hated it. Please understand that.” You slowly relax at his words, in his touch, feeling slightly more confident that he truly meant well by his actions, though they still weren’t okay. “There’s nothing I love more in this world than you. There’s nothing I want more in this world than you by my side wherever I go. And if you still want that, so do I.”

He lets his jabs gently run up and down your arms, in a familiar way he used to years before, and God it felt so good. Your eyes flutter shut as you replay his words in your mind, your stomach turning in all which ways making you almost nauseous. You’re not ever sure how to feel at this point, you don’t even know what to say or how to respond.

Maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was just so natural, but you found yourself leaning into him and allowing him to hold you. He was careful not to overstep any boundaries you may have put up, only holding onto the sides of your arms and allowing you to rest into him as you pleased, your head lying against his chest. You felt his chin finally rest on the top of your head after some moments, like he wasn’t sure if you’d allow him to or not.

Here, like this, you guys stayed for some minutes in silent. You had no idea what to do, or what to feel. All you did know was in this moment, it was the most whole you have felt in three years, since before the day Rafael left you. It might seem silly, or cheesy or cliche, but you really would have given up your entire life for this man. He was your everything. He treated you with the utmost respect, kindness, love, he treasured you. You guys had a good thing going. And you had no one else. Sure, you had your squad and they were the closest to a “family” you were going to get, but Rafael was the one.

“I have to get going mi amor.” Rafael finally pulls himself away, your heart skipping a beat at his use of Spanish, something you haven’t heard in so long and god, something you have missed. He looks down at you, you quickly squeeze your eyes shut to hold back the tears that suddenly tried to push themselves out, then blink a few times before looking up and meeting his eyes. “There’s that case, with the veteran and his daughter, Nydia.” You nod, knowing which he’s talking about before realizing he must be going against Carisi. Rafael notices your realization and a small smirk grows on his lips. “Yeah” he confirms. You clear your throat and nod. “We can talk later, if that’s okay?”

You nod again as he back away towards the door, watching him carefully but staying where you are.

He stops before he leaves and looks back at you one last time, meeting your eyes, “just think about it, okay?”

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olderwomenenthusiast · 3 months ago

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under pressure (casey novak)

PAIRING: casey novak & fem reader DESCRIPTION: casey arrives at your house insistent on making you pay CAUTION: swearing, fingering, oral, dominant and submissive, mutual consent WORD COUNT: 2.3k

The knock at your door is sharp, impatient, and sets your nerves on edge. You barely have time to open it before Casey Novak steps inside, her movements deliberate, controlled but there’s a heat simmering beneath the surface. Her green eyes lock onto yours, and you swallow hard at the intensity in them.

“You made me look like a fool in that courtroom today,” she says, voice low and edged with something you can’t quite name. Anger, maybe, or something darker, something more dangerous?

You take a step back, but she follows, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. Her presence fills the room, the tension between you crackling like electricity.

“I was just doing my job,” you say, though the words come out more breathless than you’d like.

Casey tilts her head, her lips curving into something that isn’t quite a smile. “Is that right?” she muses. “Because from where I was standing, it looked like you enjoyed making me scramble.”

She takes another step forward, leaving no space between you. Heat radiates from her body, and when she reaches up to brush her fingers along your jaw, a shiver runs through you.

“I have to admit,” she continues, voice dropping even lower, “I was impressed. The way you tore apart my argument, it was quick, ruthless.” Her thumb traces your lower lip, and your breath catches. “It pissed me off.” A beat. “And it turned me on.”

Your pulse pounds at the admission, at the way her eyes darken as they trace your face, your lips. You want to say something, anything to challenge her, to push back but Casey doesn’t give you the chance.

She presses you against the door, her hands firm but not rough as they pin your wrists at your sides. “I think it’s time you make it up to me,” she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin. “You were so confident in court today, so relentless.” Her lips brush your jaw, feather-light but enough to make you tilt your head, exposing more to her. “Let’s see if you can keep that same energy now.”

Her fingers move to the buttons of her blouse, undoing only half of them, just enough to expose the smooth curve of her breasts to your hungry gaze. Your breath hitches, heat pooling low in your stomach as you reach out, tracing your fingers along her exposed skin as your own eyes darken at the sight.

Casey smirks, watching you with knowing eyes before she reaches down, guiding your hands to her belt. The metal buckle clinks softly as you unfasten it, your fingers moving with deliberate slowness. You take your time, dragging down the zipper, feeling the tension in her body as you inch her pants down her hips.

The moment her panties are exposed, a deep, needy heat coils in your gut. The dark fabric is already damp, the evidence of her arousal unmistakable. Your fingers skim over the wet patch, pressing just enough to make her shudder.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her fingers tightening in your hair. “You have no idea how bad I wanted this.”

You grip the waistband of her panties and slowly slide them down, exposing her completely. The scent of her arousal fills the air, warm and intoxicating. You inhale deeply, savoring it, letting it consume you as your hands trail up her thighs.

A smirk tugs at her lips as she watches you. “Enjoying yourself?”

You meet her gaze, heat flashing between you. Instead of answering, you press your lips to the inside of her thigh, feeling the way she trembles beneath your touch. You trail your tongue higher, tasting the heat of her before finally dragging it over her slick folds. The first brush of contact makes her hiss through her teeth, and she tightens her grip on your hair, pulling you closer.

“That’s it,” she breathes, her voice edged with pleasure. “Make it up to me.”

Her control wavers as you work her with your tongue, slow at first, then faster, more deliberate. The sharp gasp she lets out only spurs you on, and you revel in the way she shudders under your mouth, her thighs tightening around your head. She rolls her hips, grinding herself against your tongue, her wetness coating your lips as she chases her pleasure. The taste of her, the sounds she makes, the way she tugs at your hair... all of it fuels your hunger for more.

She groans, her head tilting back, a hand braced against the door to steady herself. “Just like that,” she moans, her voice breathy and raw. “Don’t stop.”

Casey exhales a slow, satisfied breath, her smirk never fading. She straightens, her fingers still tangled in your hair, using them to tilt your chin up so she can look at you properly. The heat in her eyes hasn’t dimmed but it’s changed, shifting into something darker, something still hungry.

“You look good like this,” she murmurs, thumb stroking over your bottom lip, tracing the wetness left behind. “On your knees for me.”

Your pulse jumps, anticipation curling hot in your stomach, but before you can respond, she steps back, adjusting her blouse with calculated nonchalance. The sight of her half-undone buttons, the flush high on her cheeks, the way her breath still comes just a little too fast... God, it’s intoxicating.

Casey notices your stare and chuckles low in her throat. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” she teases, fastening her belt with a practiced flick of her wrist. “You’re not off the hook yet.”

You raise an eyebrow, pushing yourself to stand. “No?”

She shakes her head, stepping close again, the smell of sex still clinging to her skin. “You think one orgasm makes up for the way you embarrassed me in court?” Her voice is all silk and steel, a dangerous edge beneath the tease. She leans in, lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, “I don’t think so.”

A shiver races down your spine, and you barely have time to react before Casey takes control again. She turns you, pressing your back against the door, one hand gripping your wrist while the other trails down, down....

“You were so confident earlier,” she purrs, her fingers slipping under your waistband, teasing just above where you need her. “So relentless.” She tilts her head, eyes gleaming with something wicked. “Let’s see how well you handle it when I return the favour.”

And then she’s kissing you; hot, deep, claiming. You barely have time to gasp before her fingers push lower, pressing against your aching heat, and any retort you might’ve had melts into a moan.

Casey grins against your lips. “That’s what I thought.”

Casey doesn’t waste time. She yanks at your trousers, fingers deft as she unfastens them and shoves them down your hips, her impatience setting your skin on fire. Her body pins you to the door, pressing against your front, her thigh sliding between yours, forcing them apart.

“You made me fucking squirm today,” she murmurs against your lips, her breath warm, teasing. “I’m going to make sure you remember what that feels like.”

Her hand moves between your legs, fingers slipping beneath the damp fabric of your underwear, finding you already soaked. She lets out a low, satisfied hum. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” Her fingers glide through your wetness, teasing, barely giving you what you want.

You try to grind against her hand, desperate for friction, but she tuts, pressing you harder against the door. “Not so cocky now, are you?”

“Casey... shit” Your voice is ragged, but she just smirks, dragging her fingers through your slick folds before finally circling your clit, slow, calculated, a sharp contrast to the heat crackling between you.

“I want to hear you,” she demands, her voice thick with control. She presses her fingers harder against you, rubbing deliberate circles, and a gasp rips from your throat.

She chuckles darkly. “That’s more like it.”

Her pace quickens, fingers working you with ruthless precision. Every flick, every stroke, sends you spiralling closer. Your body writhes, your hips rolling to chase the pleasure she doles out with maddening restraint. Fuck she was a tease.

Then, without warning, she sinks two fingers into you, deep, stretching you open in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck,” Your head thuds back against the door, your nails biting into her arms.

Casey growls against your throat, her fingers fucking into you with relentless precision, curling just right, dragging against that spot that makes you see stars. “God, you’re so fucking tight,” she breathes, her lips brushing your ear. “So eager to take what I give you.”

Your breath hitches, legs shaking as she fucks you harder, deeper, making sure her palm grinded against your clit. The pressure is unbearable, your body coiling tight, threatening to snap.

Casey watches you, her pupils blown wide, her own breath ragged. “Cum for me,” she orders, her voice rough, raw. “I want to feel it.”

The command sends you over the edge. Your body tenses, then shatters, pleasure ripping through you so fiercely your knees nearly give out. "Casey!" You cry out her name, your walls clenching around her fingers as the orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of bliss consuming you.

Casey keeps moving, drawing it out, letting you ride the aftershocks until you’re trembling and barely able to stand.

Finally, she slows, withdrawing her fingers with an obscene wet sound.

You slump against the door, chest heaving, body still burning from the intensity of it. Casey leans in, pressing one last, teasing kiss against your swollen lips before stepping back, smoothing her blouse like she hadn’t just wrecked you.

“I think we’re even now,” she muses, but the glint in her eye says otherwise.

You manage a breathless laugh. “Liar.”

Casey grins, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Fine,” she concedes, pressing a final lingering touch to your jaw. “Then I guess I’ll just have to punish you again.”

Casey’s smirk deepens as she watches you struggle for breath, your body still trembling from the force of your orgasm. But she’s not done with you, not even close. And you had no problem with that at all.

She presses in again, one hand gripping your jaw, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to meet her gaze. Her fingers are still slick with your cum, and she drags them down your lips, smearing your taste against them before slipping two fingers past the seam, pressing them against your tongue.

“Suck,” she commands.

Your breath catches, but you obey, hollowing your cheeks as you take her fingers into your mouth, licking the evidence of your own orgasm from them. Casey groans low in her throat, her pupils blown wide as she watches you.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her free hand sliding down between your legs again, pushing your underwear aside. “You’re dripping, baby. You came all over my fucking fingers, and you’re still needy.”

She’s right, your pussy is soaked, slick coating your inner thighs. The sharp, unrelenting heat between you hasn’t faded; if anything, it’s only intensified. Fuck, you loved being at her mercy.

Casey chuckles darkly, dragging her fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before pressing against your clit. Your hips jerk at the contact, a whimper slipping from your lips around her fingers.

“Sensitive?” she taunts, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your swollen clit. “Too fucking bad.”

She yanks her fingers from your mouth, only to grab your hips and spin you around, pressing your chest against the door. Her body crowds against yours, her breath hot at your ear.

“You looked so fucking cocky in that courtroom today,” she growls, yanking your trousers and panties down in one rough motion. “Now look at you. Soaked. Desperate.” She drags her fingers through your slick folds again before shoving them deep into your pussy.

A sharp cry escapes you, your nails scratching against the wood as she fucks you from behind, her fingers relentless, curling just right, pressing deep.

“That’s it,” she rasps, fucking you harder. “Take it. Just like that.”

You’re helpless against the pleasure, your body arching and pushing back against her hand, chasing more. Casey feels it, groaning as she pumps her fingers faster, her palm grinding against your clit.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” she growls again, her free hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “Gonna make you cum for me again. Gonna make you fucking scream.”

You’re already close, the pressure coiling tight in your belly, unbearable. Casey leans in, her teeth nipping at the curve of your shoulder as her fingers slam into you, unrelenting. "Please Case... please."

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” she purrs, her breath ragged against your skin. “Gonna soak my fucking hand?”

“Yes, fuck, Casey, I’m...”

She pushes her palm against your clit, and you shatter. Pleasure slams into you, a white-hot wave that rips through your body. You cry out, your pussy clenching around her fingers as you gush, soaking her hand, your thighs shaking violently.

Casey groans at the feeling, fucking you through it, dragging every last aftershock from your spent, trembling body before finally slowing, her fingers slipping from you, wet and glistening.

“God damn,” she murmurs, bringing her slick fingers to her mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied hum.

Your legs are weak, your body still shaking, but she doesn’t let you collapse. She turns you around, tilting your chin up, pressing a deep, filthy kiss against your lips.

When she pulls back, her smirk is sharp, dangerous. “I should humiliate you in court more often,” she muses, her voice thick with amusement.

You manage a breathless laugh, still dazed. “You’re a fucking menace.”

She grins, reaching down to fix her belt, her eyes still hungry as they rake over you. “And you love it.”

She’s right. And you already know this won’t be the last time. You were addicted now and you couldn't wait until your next encounter.

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theunholyvirginemilyprentiss · 7 months ago

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You think you can hurt me? I have unhealthy parasocial relationships with THEM:

You cannot hurt me more than I have already hurt myself.

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scottstiles · 1 year ago

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Law & Order: SVU ↳ 20x17 Missing

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teddykisser · 4 months ago

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Protective & Possessive

Part 2 to Our Little Family

Beautiful Things

Captain Olivia Benson x Pregnant Female Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, Kissing, Fluff, Mean Remarks, Secret Pregnancy, Protective Rolline, Posessive Reader, Massage, Dead Bodies, Suggestive Themes, Horny Reader, Brief D/S Dynamic Mention, Slight Smut Towards End.

You were back at work the next day. Your lunch break spent in Olivia's office. You rested your hands on your stomach, in awe that there was really a baby in there.

Olivia sat at her desk, admiring you. A soft smile was present on her face as you touched your stomach. Olivia herself was still in shock that you were pregnant.

She gently turned your head back up to meet hers, giving you a sweet kiss before pulling away and looking at you. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked softly, still holding your waist.

Her gaze fell onto you.

"Mhm, better get back out there.." You nodded, beginning to detach yourself from her arms.

"I'll see you later, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything." Olivia added.

You closed the door behind you as you watched Rollins return from her break.

"Hi Y/N" She smiled, sitting at her desk.

"Hey Manda, what's new?" You spoke, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"There's been a break in the case" Munch interrupted.

As Munch briefed the team, Olivia focused on the work in front of her. She was only half paying attention to what was going on. She was still thinking about earlier, thinking about you being pregnant with her child. The thought alone filled her with warmth. She knew this would be something she'd be thinking about for the rest of the day.

The case required the team to go into the field. Olivia grabbed her coat and bag to follow everyone else into action. The case wasn't too bad, thankfully. She walked with the team, making sure to keep an eye on you throughout. She couldn't help but be a bit protective, especially knowing that you were now carrying a baby, her baby.

There was a dead body that had been dead for a few days so it had a rancid smell. You tried to resist gagging and keep your composure. This action didn't go unnoticed by Liv.

She saw your expression as you saw the body and inched closer to you. Olivia placed her hand on your back, rubbing it gently. "You okay, dear?" She asked. She didn't want you to be too stressed, especially now. She was a bit concerned for your health.

"Y-Yeah.. it's just the s-smell" You admitted, whispering in her ear. You didn't want the rest of the team to know the news just yet. Didn't wanna jinx it.

Olivia nodded and kept a hand on your back, gently rubbing circles with her thumb, trying to comfort you. "Oh. My love.. It's going to be alright. Just breathe for me, okay?" She knew the next few months wouldn't be easy for you but it will be so worth it.

"You alright, Y/N? It's not your first dead body, is it?" Munch remarked, his eyes judging you.

Olivia looked up, her eyes glared at the other detective. This wasn't the time or place for jokes. She moved her hand from your back, instead putting it on your stomach, rubbing it softly. "It's alright," she reassured you, ignoring the other detective's comment.

"You know she's one of the younger agents leave her alone" Rollins spoke, referring to your age. Rollins was very motherly to you, and protective of you so she came to your rescue.

"Thank you, Amanda" Olivia turned to Rollins, giving her a nod. She hated when her teammates made comments that were just insensitive. She knew they didn't mean to be rude, but now was certainly not the time. The captain kept her hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently.

"In public?" You mouthed, refering to Liv's hand caressing your stomach. You didn't want your team to find out and this was a dead giveaway.

Olivia knew what you meant. She couldn't help but feel a bit protective and wanted everyone to know, but she also wasn't quite ready for anyone to know yet. She knew it would only be a matter of time before someone put the pieces together. "You're doing so well, don't worry about the others." She whispered, trying to reassure you.

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The team had returned back to the office, wrapping up the case. You were in Olivia's office, relaxing. The team knew of your relationship with the captain but they didn't know that you two were trying to have a child.

Olivia's hovered behind you, her hands working the knots in your shoulder. "You're so tense, my love.." Olivia spoke softly.

You closed your eyes, lending your hand back slightly. A quiet groan escaped from your lips.

"That's it baby, let it all out" Olivia encouraged. Her lips ghosted your neck.

"You're such a good girl, my best girl" She praised.

You stood up, backing Liv against the wall. Your gaze darkened, you bit your lip as your hand found it's way around her neck.

"Shh.. Gotta keep quiet Captain.." You smirked, you sucked on the skin on her neck, taking it between your teeth.

"Mine" You whimpered against her.

Olivia couldn't lie, she was turned on by your possessiveness, and slightly curious of where it came from. She wasn't complaining though.

"B-baby.. we're a-at work" She reminded you, trying to keep her composure and not submit to you. She didn't want to give up her power but God you felt so good against her.

"Mmm.. don't you want this Liv.." Yiu mumbled against her, your other hand snaked down to her stomach, resting just below her pants.

"We're still at work, we'll have time for this later." Olivia added gently, pulling your face away from her neck.

"Benson! Y/L/N!" A voice exclaimed from the briefing room.

Olivia jumped, pulling away from you. She straightened her shirt and ran a hand through her hair to mess it around a bit so there wasn't as much evidence of what had just happened.

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