#law and order special victims unit fanfic

[storiesofsvu]

Sweet Girl

Olivia Benson x reader warnings: language, smut, mommy kink. requested: yes. the rare occurrence of me writing for Olivia, and it being smut on top of that? don't expect this to happen for a while LOL. Somewhere between a drabble and a one shot. absolutely no plot.

You knew exactly what you were getting in for, that had been your plan from the very beginning. Olivia had been having an extremely long week, the two of you barely seeing each other, having to suffice with goodnight texts rather than tangling yourselves in each others limbs at the end of the day. Bored, you’d gone out and bought a few new lingerie sets and once you knew she was in the clear for Friday night completely off, you’d headed to her place dolled up with dinner and wine. It was absolutely no surprise that dinner got completely forgotten once she saw a piece of pink lace peeking out from under your shirt.

She took her time admiring you in the bedroom, letting you show off the delicate set, her eyes darkening with the slow twirl you did, popping up on your toes to make sure she didn’t miss the bow on the back. Her hands traced over the fabric, purposely avoiding the areas you wanted her to touch the most at first, letting you whine, waiting until you were putty in her arms, whimpering under her touch. Then she finally took off your bra, leaning over you on the bed to catch a nipple in between her lips, sucking at it, flicking it with the tip of her tongue before nipping gently and you moaned. She repeated the action on the other side, her fingers continuing to toy with your chest, feeling the way your body was practically trembling underneath her.

“That’s it sweetheart.” She murmured, pressing a tender kiss in the center of your chest, “always so good for me.” Her kisses trailed down your body until her fingers slipped into the waistband of your panties and she pulled them down your legs, letting out a small chuckle at the sudden shyness that had overcome you. Her hands brushed up your legs, rubbing soothingly at your soft skin, “spread your legs for mommy, I want to see you.”

Letting out a breath you obliged, letting your legs fall open so she could shift between them, a gasp escaping you lips when she palmed at your pussy. Her fingers slipped between your folds, rubbing at you as the heel of her hand gently ground into your clit, watching the way you let out a satisfied moan.

“What would you like sweet girl?” She asked, pressing a little harder, “to get off on my fingers, in my mouth or on mommy’s cock?”

“Your cock.” You groaned, hips bucking up off the bed when she dipped two of her fingertips into your cunt, sighing at the way you were already squeezing around her, at just how wet you were already.

“That’s what I thought.” She leant over you, giving your clit a gentle kiss before shifting from the bed to rid herself of the rest of her clothes and grab the strap.

Returning to the bed Olivia climbed over you, her hand finding its way between your legs once again, a finger slipping into your cunt and you groaned, your head thrown back into the pillows.

“More…”

“So eager already.” She teased before adding a second finger, pumping them steadily in and out of your pussy, watching every time she pulled them out, smirking at how much of your juices were coating her fingers.

“Feels so good.” You murmured, hips chasing her movements, practically begging for more.

“I’ve got to warm you up sweetheart.” She cooed, her fingers beginning to curl and scissor inside you, stretching you out for the toy between her legs. “That’s it…” she purred when she could easily slide a third finger in and you couldn’t hold back the moan, body arching off the bed when she curled her fingers and hit the sweet spot inside you.

“Need you…” you whimpered and she slipped her fingers from you.

“I’m right here baby.” She replied, leaning over you to capture your lips in a kiss while she smeared your juices over her cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly pushing it.

“Oh god…” Your eyes squeezed shut, arms wrapping around her to pull her impossibly close to you, making her hips meet yours, burying herself fully inside you.

“Feel good?” She asked with a smirk in her voice, peppering your jawline with kisses as you adjusted to her size.

“Yes…” you breathed out, relaxing against the bed and she started to move, “oh god.. so fucking good.”

Olivia’s hand moved to your leg, gently grabbing your thigh to shift it upwards, pinning it to the bed so she could reach even deeper within you, her hips setting a steady pace as her cock continued to plunge into you. Her lips met yours in a breathless kiss, moving with ease against your lips, tongue just daring to slip into your mouth as you whimpered.

Each thrust of her cock hit the sensitive spot inside you, each ridge of the toy dragged over your walls, your pussy fluttering around it faster than you wanted to admit. Pleasure was firing through your entire body, your skin on fire, nipples brushing against her chest as she fucked you. The kiss broke with a louder moan leaving your lips, your head thrown back and Olivia took advantage, her mouth making its way down your neck, leaving kisses and love bites across your tender skin, burying herself in the crook of your neck as she picked up the pace.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your pussy clenching down around her cock, hips eagerly meeting hers with each thrust.

“You take me so well sweet girl.” She praised, kissing the side of your neck, “so good for me, every time. My good little girl.”

“Mommy please…” you whined out and she let out a breath, pulling herself from your neck.

“Are you close sweetheart?” She asked and you nodded, biting at your lip as you held back another moan, “would you like to come?”

“Yes! Please!”

“You know you don’t have to ask.” She chuckled, her hand sneaking between your bodies to play with your clit, fingers rubbing it before pinching it gently and you gasped, your body jumping off the bed when she followed it up with a particularly deep thrust. “That’s it baby.. come for me.”

Her praise was all you needed, your body trembling with pleasure, a cry leaving your lips as your pussy pulsed around her, juices leaking out, smearing across your thighs and your hands clenched at her body.

“Good girl…” she cooed, her thrusts slowing as she fucked you through your orgasm, “just like that.” As her hips slowed her hand came up to your face, brushing off any mussed up hair, smoothing it back as she left gentle kisses across your face. “You’re so gorgeous, so pretty, my perfect sweet girl.”

You let out a little whimper, tilting your head up so she could kiss you properly before she shifted, slipping out of you so she could toss the toy to the side to be cleaned later. Her free hand didn’t once leave your body until she was back in the bed, pulling the covers up around the two of you, encouraging you to curl into her side. She pressed a kiss to the top of your head, smiling at the very satisfied sigh you let out in response before giving your body a gentle squeeze, linking her free hand with yours.

“Feeling better now?”

“Absolutely perfect.” You left a kiss on her chest, “thank you.”

“Anything for my sweet girl.”

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[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”

[oneshotnewbie]

Olivia Benson and Reader break up. Two weeks after that, they're distant towards each other even though Reader is working with the SVU. Two weeks after Olivia breaks up with Olivia, she sees Reader dancing with a stranger and she is jelly. Maybe she goes to Reader, takes her by the hand without saying a word and brings her to the next room or something and then... it's up to you! Fluffy, Angst and maybe pre-smut pls?

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes pre-smut and the plot is presented. That's why I only recommend reading it if you are over 18+. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

Authors note: Woah.. Lets say I got carried away. I had to cut out a whole section to keep it suitable for my younger audience, even though it hurt my heart to delete my work. There is still a bit of pre-smut like you requested. But I hope you like it anyway ♥

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The hum of the neon lights on the ceiling and the roar of the air conditioning mixed with the muted clacking of computer keyboards seemed louder than usual in the busy Special Victims Unit. The air was heavy with unspoken words and broken promises. Everyone in the room felt the change, even if no one said it out loud.

The office was usually a place of hectic activity, where phone calls, keyboards, and hushed conversations formed a constant backdrop. But today was different.

You sat at your desk, eyes glued to the screen in front of you, the words of the report blurred before your eyes. Your mind was far away, on old memories of happy times before everything fell apart. On the woman who had broken your heart. Olivia Benson, Lieutenant and steadfast leader of the team, had been more than just your superior. She was your partner, your confidante, the love of your life. But now she was just your boss, and the distance between you was painfully real.

Since splitting up with Olivia, everything had changed. The dynamics in the office, the atmosphere, even the way others looked at you - everything was different. She had been your rock. Strong, determined, and unwavering. She had always held the team together, been a leader, and the one who never backed down, no matter how hard it was. But now there was something in her eyes that you had never seen before - a coldness, a distance that hurt every time your eyes happened to meet.

You only spoke to each other when necessary, and the times when you had worked as a harmonious team seemed far away. The rupture in your relationship was reflected in every aspect of your work. Cases that were once solved with ease now dragged on. Decisions that were once made instinctively and together now had to be laboriously and formally agreed upon.

Olivia sat in her office, the door only half open. She had tried to throw herself into her work to fill the emptiness in her heart, but it didn't help. Every time she looked up, she saw you - and every time you looked at her, it hurt. Your eyes met briefly through the glass before both quickly looked away again, unable to hide the feelings that still burned within you.

Detective Amanda Rollins, who was sitting at her desk next to Fin Tutuola, sighed quietly and shook her head in displeasure. She and the rest of the team had noticed the unspoken tension and cool politeness between the two of you. "Have you noticed?" she whispered quietly so only her partner could hear her. He nodded, his eyes fixed on the monitor. "Yes, it's hard to miss. It's as if a dark cloud is hanging over the office. Rain is pouring down on us."

"I thought they would stay together forever," she said sadly, more to herself, watching you with a sideways glance. "They were the perfect couple. Why did they have to split up?"

"Sometimes love alone isn't enough," Fin murmured, his voice heavy with life experience and knowledge of the complexity of human relationships. Amanda pushed her chair back and came to your desk, sitting on a corner of the wood, her arms folded under her chest. "What's wrong with you two? You're like two icebergs meeting in Antarctica." she began her conversation, giving you a questioning look.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes. "It's complicated, 'manda. It wasn't exactly a nice break-up. Just leave it, please?"

Amanda shook her head, her face showing compassion and understanding. "I know it's hard, but you both have to find a way to deal with it. It's not just a burden on you, but on the entire team."

You nodded, but you knew it wasn't that easy. The rifts that had developed between you and Olivia were deep and painful. It wasn't just a professional challenge, but a personal catastrophe that you both tried to overcome in your own way.

Meanwhile, Olivia had made her way out of her office, a stack of files in her hands. She moved through the room with her usual determination, but there was a certain rigidity in her posture. You could see her shoulders tense as she crossed the room to your desk. In the past, you would have known how to calm her down and take away her nervousness, would have known what words and gestures she would have needed. But those days were over.

"Y/n, I need you in my office," she said, not looking directly at you. She handed you a report, your fingers touching briefly before you stood up, your heart beating faster at the thought of being alone with her. The tension between you was palpable as you followed her and closed the door behind you. She sat down while you stood across from her, the desk as a barrier between you.

"We need to talk about the case, you're the lead investigator," Olivia began, her voice professional but cool. "The evidence is thin and we need a new strategy."

You nodded, trying to focus on the conversation, but her proximity made it difficult. "I agree. Maybe we should question the witnesses again and see if we missed something."

Your eyes met again, and for a moment everything else was forgotten. The attraction, the passion, the love - all of it was still there, just beneath the surface. But you both knew it wasn't that easy. Too many things stood between you, things that couldn't be overcome so easily. "We have to stay professional," Olivia said finally, her voice breaking. How she would love to hug you right now. "The team needs us to be strong."

You nodded again, your eyes heavy with unspoken feelings. "I know. But it's hard, Liv. Working with you every day and pretending everything is fine when it isn't."

"We have no choice," she whispered, visibly tense. "We have to find a way to deal with this. For the victims who are counting on us.“

The following days were torture for both of you. You worked side by side, your interactions brief and distant. Each of you tried to remain as professional as possible, but the unspoken feelings and the broken relationship between you and Olivia weighed on you.

One evening, when most of your colleagues had already gone home, you stayed late at the office. You worked on a strategy, trying to distract yourself. Olivia was still in her office, the light on, casting a lonely shadow in the large room you were sitting in.

Finally, you stood up and went to her. You knocked softly on the door and entered when she invited you in. "Olivia, we need to talk," you began, your voice quiet but firm. She looked at you, her eyes tired and sad. "I know, y/n. But I don't know what to say. It's all so... messed up."

"Just tell me it hurts you as much as it does me," you said, your voice growing more intense with each word. "Tell me you regret it."

"Of course it hurts," she replied, her voice shaking as she placed her sweaty and shaking hands on her lap, leaning back in her chair. "I still love you. That will never change. But you deserve better."

Tears glistened in your eyes as she reached out an arm to you, your hand enveloping hers before pulling you to her side. "I love you too, Liv. I don't need anything better, I need you."

Olivia hugged you, tight and desperate, as if she never wanted to let you go. In that moment, you both knew that the love between you was strong, but the reality of your situation demanded more than just feelings. She knew she had to find a way to balance your situation and your work so as not to put further strain on the team.

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Two weeks had passed since Olivia Benson ended her relationship with you. Two weeks of stolen glances and feelings that remained unspoken. But life and work must go on, and so Olivia threw herself into her duties while you behaved just as professionally. The team continued to sense that not everything was settled between you, but no one spoke openly.

That evening, the team was at Club Delirium, a popular downtown nightclub, to conduct an undercover operation. The goal was to break up a human trafficking ring, and you had volunteered to act as bait. Olivia watched the scene from a secluded table, her eyes always fixed strictly on you.

The music blared and the lights flickered in different colors. You, in a tight, black, low-cut dress and perfectly styled hair, looked stunning. You were dancing with a strange woman whose hands were on your hips. Olivia felt a stabbing sensation in her chest. Jealousy mixed with the pain of separation burned inside her. A dangerous combination.

Every step you took, every movement, every smile you gave the stranger felt like a slap in the face. Olivia knew it was part of the mission, but it didn't make the situation any less painful. Her hands clenched into fists as she tried to keep her emotions under control.

The plan was simple: get the suspect, a ring leader, to give you information by gaining her trust. But Olivia couldn't focus on the details entering her brain through an earpiece while she watched the woman she loved give herself to someone else, even if only in appearance.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you gave a signal. The suspect had given up the information, and the team moved in to arrest her. The club turned into a chaos of flashing lights, loud music, and cops suddenly appearing. Amidst this chaos, Olivia kept her eyes on only one thing - you.

As soon as the mission was complete and the suspect was taken into custody, Olivia looked for you. She found you at the edge of the dance floor, away from the crowd. She walked up to you, grabbed your hand, and wordlessly pulled you into a side room of the club that served as a storage room.

You were roughly pushed inside, Olivia closed the door behind her and turned to you. Her eyes sparkled with unspoken jealousy. "What were you thinking?" she hissed, her voice lower but charged. You looked at her in surprise and confusion. "It was an undercover mission. I only did what was necessary."

"Necessary?" Olivia stepped closer to you, her presence overwhelming. "It looked like you enjoyed it."

Your eyes widened in shock and anger. "It was part of the job, Liv! You know that better than anyone." you said and she grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer, your bodies almost touching. "I know," she whispered, her voice rough. "But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt me to see you like this."

You took a deep breath, your eyes searching Olivia's. "I'm sorry," you said quietly. "I didn't know it would hurt you so much. After all, you broke up with me, remember?"

Olivia ran her fingers over your wrist, then your arms, until she reached your hands. "I don't want to lose you, y/n. I can't bear to see you with anyone else, even if it's just for a mission."

The tension between you was almost palpable as Olivia leaned even closer to you. "I need you," she whispered before pressing her lips to yours, possessive and desperate. You returned the kiss, your hands grasping Olivia's hair as the passion between you ignited.

In that moment, everything else was forgotten - the separation, the mission, the world outside that small room. There was only the two of you, your love, and the incessant longing that drove you to each other. Olivia pulled you closer to her, her kisses intense and demanding, as if to make up for lost time and broken promises.

You parted, panting, your foreheads leaning against each other. Olivia pulled back a little, her hand sliding to your neck, encircling it with a determined gesture. Her thumb gently stroked your skin while her dark, sparkling eyes searched your gaze intensely. "You're mine," she murmured, her voice deep and possessive.

You trembled under her touch, a soft gasp escaping your lips. "Yes, Liv," you whispered, the words full of desire and devotion. "Only yours."

Olivia pulled you closer again, her lips found yours once more, the kiss stronger this time, even more demanding than the one before. Her hands slid down your back, reaching for you as if she never wanted to let you go again. She pushed you against the wall, her body pressed tightly against yours.

"Tell me you want me," Olivia demanded, her voice dark and rough, gasping for air. "I want you, Liv," you answered, your pupils blown with desire. "I only want you."

Olivia's mischievous and dark giggle filled the small room and she continued to glide her hands over your body. Her lips found your neck, leaving hot kisses on your skin.

Your breathing quickened, your hands grabbed at her shoulders, holding her tight as Olivia continued to kiss and touch you. The world around you faded, there was only the two of you, your love and the burning desire that drove you to each other.

The intensity of the moment seemed to stop time, every touch, every kiss was a promise, a proof of her unbroken love for you. Olivia's hands slid down your sides, finding their way under the dress you wore, leaving a trail of passion on your skin.

"I need you," Olivia whispered, her voice hotter with pure desire. "Now." You nodded, your eyes closing as you surrendered to her. "I'm yours, Liv."

The heat between you was overwhelming, the passion you felt was all-encompassing. In that small room, shielded from the world, you and Olivia found yourselves again, your love and desire for each other stronger than ever.

[mlmxreader]

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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[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 -

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Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[art-by-jas]

𝑀𝑖 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛 AO3

Summary: Returning to New York, Nick Amaro wants to reopen an old SVU cold case, examining it with the help of his new job at FORYM. But first, he stops by your place for a nightcap, reminiscing his time with you before surprising the Captain and the squad the next morning at the precinct.

Rating: E

Relationship: Nick Amaro x F!Reader

WC: 2,526

You moan, arching your back as your grip tightens in his hair. Nick groans, pulling away briefly to catch his breath. You whine in disappointment as he moves away, but he grins smugly, his beard glistening with your arousal. The sight makes you bite your lip, your eyebrows scrunching together.

"You like that, Hermosa?" he asks, pressing a sloppy kiss to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The slight burn of his beard against your tender flesh makes you shudder.

You breathe out the words "I hate you" as his lips glide across your sensitive skin.

He answers with a sarcastic "Uh-huh, sure you do," before biting down on your inner thigh and then soothing the area with his tongue.

You confess, "God, I've missed you."

Nick's lips brush against your lower abdomen. "How much?" he murmurs. A shiver ran through you at his touch, the heat of his mouth igniting a fire within. Gripping the headboard, you gaze down at him, letting out a needy whimper.

You let out a sharp gasp. "Nick, if you don't stop teasing, I'm going to-"

He interrupts, glancing up at you with darkened, intense eyes. "You’re going to what, mi corazón?" Nick grins smugly as he gazes up at you. Without warning, he slowly licks a thick, sensual stripe up your heat, causing you to shudder.

You gasp, "Oh, God..." 

Nick moans against you, he tightens his grip on your thighs, guiding your movements and helping you grind down on his face. Slowly, he moves his tongue, running it along your dripping pussy. The action makes your breath stutter and your legs shake.

Nick whispers words against your skin sending a shiver through you. "Mmm, you're so wet for me already." A blush spreads across your body, and you can only manage a needy whine in response.

You grind your hips down harder, pleading, "Please, Nick..."

Nick flips you, positioning himself between your legs with your back now on the bed. Nick looks down at you with a smirk, "You're so pretty. So responsive for me," he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss against your neck. You whimper at his praise and arch your back, relishing the feel of his lips on your skin. Grasping at his back, your nails dig into his flesh, and Nick hisses against your skin before biting down, leaving marks around your neck. His hands wander down to grip your hips, almost tight enough to bruise. Trailing his tongue across the marked spots, he warms your body as the bruises begin to form. Pulling away, Nick surveys his work, a satisfied expression on his face.

He murmurs, eyes locked with yours, his words make your head spin. "Mmm, those marks look so good on you, baby." His voice is rough with desire as he admires the bruises on your neck. "Everyone's gonna know you're mine."

Nick's hand slides into your hair, cupping the back of your head and pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue intertwines with yours as a low rumble vibrates through his chest, and he presses your bodies closer together. Nick takes charge, devouring your mouth with a hungry intensity, as if he craves more of you. He rolls his hips against you, the feel of his firm physique sending shivers of desire through you.

His words send a shiver through you, and he grins triumphantly. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Letting everyone see that you belong to me," he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin. He then begins to kiss and nip at your tender flesh, leaving a trail of possessive marks. You arch into him, your nails grazing his back in response.

"I've missed you," Nick murmurs against your lips. "Missed you so much, baby." His fingers grip your hair tighter, and he pulls your head back slightly, opening up your neck for more of his markings.

Gasping, you grasp Nick's shoulders and plead, "Please, I need you." Desperation tinges in your voice, but you're past caring. His proximity overwhelms you, driving you to the edge of control.

Nick smirks as he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His hand tugs at your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck. "You want me to give it to you hard and good?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly. He punctuates the question with a grind of his hips against yours. "You want me inside you, baby?" Maintaining eye contact, he demands, "You're gonna have to ask for it and tell me exactly what you want, princesa."

Desire overwhelms you as you shiver at his words. Your hoarse voice pleads, "Please, Nick. I need you. I need your cock inside me."

Nick grins wickedly, reveling in how his touch reduces you to a needy mess. He swiftly pushes your legs apart, settling between them.

He leans down his face level with yours. His eyes are dark, almost black with hunger. "And how do you want it, princess?"

You practically moan out. "I want it hard, Nick. Make me feel you for days. Please, god, just give it to me. I need you."

Nick's low growl rumbles through his chest. "That's my girl," he whispers against your skin, then kisses and bites down on your neck, sucking another mark into your flesh. He takes the tip of his cock and taps it against your mound, relishing the whines it elicited from you. Sliding his length up and down your slick slit, he watches you squirm beneath him, a smirk playing on his lips as he teases you. Finally, he locks eyes with you before spitting onto the place where you are touching, making the contact even more sloppy and intense.

He lets out a guttural groan as you shudder and moan. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he asks, eyes fixed intently on you. His hands firmly grip your hips, pinning you in place. He hovers just above you, the barest of contact between your bodies. "Are you ready?" he murmurs.

You whimper with eagerness, your body trembling in anticipation. "I'm ready, Nick. Please, god, please..." you plead breathlessly.

You both moan as he enters you, savoring the sensation. He pauses, allowing you time to adjust to his size. You groan, feeling the delicious stretch as he fills you. The slight burn mingles with the intense pleasure, creating a heady, intoxicating mix.

Nick groans, his hands gripping your hips. "God, you're so tight, so perfect." After a moment, you nod and bite your lip, signaling him to begin moving. He pulls back slowly before pushing back in, watching your expression intently. Starting at a leisurely pace, he rolls his hips.

“Oh, fuck, Nick, so good.” You bable.

His movements quicken the pace building. "You're taking me so well," he murmurs, releasing your hip to trail his hand up your stomach, across your chest, and back down. One light, a fleeting brush of his thumb against your clit makes your back arch, and a needy whine escapes your lips. "God, Nick. Please, more. I need more of that," you gasp, and he grins wolfishly. Hips snapping, he picks up speed, watching you intently.

With a hand on your flushed cheek, he says, "You're beautiful like this, princesa." Brushing back the stray hair from your face, his lips then crash against yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. The hunger in his embrace is palpable as he claims you, leaving you breathless.

Nick pulls you closer, his mouth against your ear, "I've been gone for too long, god..." he sighs. He nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing a kiss there as he speaks.

"Thought about you every night in California, when I was on my own, picturing you just like this, laid out in my bed and all mine." He runs his nose back up your neck, your skin tingling in its wake. He presses his lips against your ear, his tongue lightly brushing over the shell of it before he nips at it.

Nick grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to get a look at your face. Seeing you this way, all flustered, all because of him, it makes him shiver in pleasure. “God, you’re so pretty when you’re all breathless and desperate for me.” He picks up the pace, determined to make you come for him. His mouth is at your ear again spewing filth. His hot breath on your sensitive skin is driving you crazy. The feel of him against you and inside of you, his strong hands holding you in place.

"Look at me, I want to watch you come on my cock," Nick demands, he grips your chin. The sound of his voice, authoritative and rough, combined with what he’s saying, makes your head spin and your heart race. He’s taking control and you love it. You look up at him, your eyes meeting his.

“That’s it. Look at me just like that. You're all mine, Hermosa. Mine.” The possessive edge to his tone makes you shiver. He grabs your hips again, the grip tight, his fingers digging into your skin. He's starting to lose control as he watches you, the need to push you over the edge growing stronger. "You're so close, aren't you princess? I know you are. Show me. I want to watch you." He leans down, his breath hot against your ear again. His tongue darts out, licking a small bit of skin.

“Oh… Nick…. Oh fuck yes, you’re making me feel so good… God, I missed this…” You trail off. Your cry and the way you tense is all it takes to push him over the edge. He grins against your skin at hearing you break apart for him. It’s a beautiful sight, one that he will be replaying in his head when he’s back in California, the sound of his name on your lips a sweet melody in his ears.

“Yeah, that’s my girl. That’s my good princess.” He moans your name as he comes, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He paints your walls with his release, and the hot gush of his come steadily drips down your thighs onto the bed. The two of you stay there looking into each other’s eyes, panting.

He pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling both empty and satisfied. He collapses next to you, pulling you on top of him, wrapping his arms tightly around you, and holding you close to his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head as he runs his fingers through your hair. He's breathing heavily, still coming down from his high. You look up at his face, studying it at this moment. His eyes are closed, a look of satisfaction and content on his face. He's still a little flushed and breathless, and there's a faint sheen of sweat on his skin. His hair is tousled and messy, sticking out at all angles. He opens his eyes and looks down at you, that same satisfied look in his eyes. Nick gives you a small smile before he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. He looks down at your neck and sees the marks he's left. He runs his fingers lightly over the bruised and tender skin as he speaks.

"I may have gotten a little carried away there... I left quite a few marks on you." He looks a little sheepish, but he doesn't seem too apologetic.

"It's fine, I see I left my fair share as well with my nails." You grin, touching the red lines you left on him. "Just hope Finn doesn't notice, I'll never hear the end of it." You laugh, hiding your face against his neck. You brush your lips along the column of his throat.

He laughs as well at the mention of Finn, and how he'd react if he saw the state you two were in. He runs his hand back up your thigh and then back around to rest on your waist.

"God, you're right," Nick chuckles. "I should stop in tomorrow and see what the squad is up to, you work tomorrow?"

"Yeah," you nod.

"Maybe I'll swing by in the morning." He grins and pulls you closer to him. You can feel the heat coming off his body, and your body tingles in response. You let your hand run over his bare chest, feeling his heart thump softly beneath your palm. 

The two of you talk for a while before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

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As Olivia and Finn walk through the precinct, she asks, "So what's this about a suspect?"

Fin replies, "He turned himself in. He hasn't confessed yet, but he says he'll only speak to the captain. And get this - he's quite the charmer." Olivia sighed before opening the door to the interrogation room.

Nick raises his hands, a wide grin spreading across his face. You stand behind him, your smile mirroring his mischievous expression.

"Oh, my God, Nick," Liv laughs as she and Finn walk into the room. "Whose idea was this?" She looks around the group to see who was the one who set this up.

“Mine.” You answer, raising your hand, and moving around the table closer to the squad.

“What, you’re captain now, you don’t like surprises?” Nick asks, stepping closer to the Captain.

Liv shakes her head with a grin, closing the distance between her and Nick, and pulling him into a hug. Nick now faces you as the captain asks, "What brings you to New York?"

"Besides you guys," Nick replies, giving you a tender look, "I missed you all. But this isn't just a personal trip - I've been working for a company called FORYM for the last few years, and I'm here because of an old SVU case I want to reopen." Nick proceeds to inform the squad about the developments in his life over the past few years.

You listen intently as Nick recounts his time in California, describing the cases he worked on and the people he's met. You can see the passion on his face, his eyes lighting up as he talks about his work. He pauses for a moment before he continues, glancing at you and the way you look at him. There's a spark between the two of you, a connection that's still strong and present even after all the time that's passed.

Finn and Olivia look between the two of you, taking in the way you're looking at each other. Neither of them misses the tension in the air, and they both know what's going on. Finn in particular gives you a knowing smirk, and you can tell he's enjoying this.

Your phone buzzes with a new text message. "Carisi got the warrant, I'm going to pick it up. Text me if you need anything," After bidding farewell to the group, you make your way to Carisi’s office.

Nick: You busy tonight?

 You: No. You?

Nick: Nope, nightcap?

You: Of course, you’d think I’d say no after last night’s performance.

Nick: See ya then. 

You: <3

[thefatobsession]

Ok, I’m gonna ask the question…

Why isn’t there more Elliot Stabler x Olivia Benson x Reader fanfics???

Like don’t you want them both????

[squadmuse]

BABY BARBA

A RAFAEL BARBA X ORIGINAL FEMALE CHARACTER STORY

A/N: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THOUGH AS THIS IS MY FIRST EVER STORY | CONTENT WARNINGS INCLUDE PREGNANCY, BABY AND RELATED TOPICS | WORD COUNT: 2181 | NOT DIALOGUE HEAVY BTW | THIS STORY IS SET IN 2015 - CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE: 45 & 36 (8 YEAR AGE GAP)

It had been a Tuesday afternoon when Rafael had received the news, the news that his wife was in labor with their child.

Until that moment, it had been a Tuesday not unlike any other that had gone by in Rafael’s life so far. Rafael had never expected to become a father, let alone a husband, and had come to the realization that his future was only that of an attorney, and his loving mother. Life had slipped past him in some regards, although he didn’t see that as something to regret in some ways. Rafael had conquered his own expectations, reached goal after goal and some more. He had become comfortable as a bachelor, comfortable as himself, he was happy.

However, that had all changed when he had met the woman who was to become his wife and him her husband. Much like the snow that was her name, she had appeared during a case he had been prosecuting at the time, graceful yet powerful and leaving Rafael’s cheeks quite rosy.

Nieves Fernandez de Córdoba was her name, a forensic psychologist who specialized in the very special victims that Rafael would find justice for in the courtroom. The daughter of a Spanish father and a Cuban mother, she had been born in America and raised in England. An educated yet exhilarating woman, Rafael had been enthralled by her from the get-go. However, she was quite the professional and so was he, leaving no doubt that any sort of relationship between the two could happen. So, Rafael had settled on being a good friend to Nieves. They had become fast friends, close as friends could be and knew the other inside out. A year had passed filled with memories of art galleries, Broadway shows, quiet nights in with homemade meals, and it had been the greatest year of Rafael’s life. It hadn’t been long afterward that he had bundled up the courage to ask Nieves out officially, to be his girlfriend as she was now working in Brooklyn, and not a potential conflict for their victims’ search for justice. He needn’t have been worried about rejection, as Nieves had wracked her brain in search of how to ask him too.

It felt a lifetime ago now. A real romance had flourished between Rafael and Nieves after that moment. After a year together, they moved in together to a brownstone in Brooklyn. It had been somewhat surreal and surprising to Rafael to see himself settling down, putting roots down and having a wonderful love in his life. A year after that, they had been counting down the minutes until the new year at a resort in Gstaad, when Rafael found himself on one knee and his grandmother’s ring poised towards Nieves. Luckily, she had said yes, and the pair had kissed with love and passion and excitement for their future together. Nieves had wanted a small family wedding, and Rafael could remember the stress that their mothers had been upon them both over the whole wedding from the planning to the big day itself.

Now, after a year of marriage, Rafael was about to become a father, and Nieves a mother. He could remember the moment when Nieves had revealed she was pregnant, a little baby-gro with the words, “Papi’s Co-Counsel,” printed upon it in dark writing. Rafael remembered his tears, the tears from Nieves and the fountain of tears that had erupted from their mothers at the revelation of parenthood for their children and an upcoming grandchild for them both to spoil and cherish.

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Rafael had just won a high profile case, one that had kept him up over the last few weeks as the court proceedings dragged on. Luckily, he had got justice for the victims and the lone survivor, with the serial rapist and murderer now headed for Rikers with a lengthy prison sentence behind bars. It was a case that Rafael was glad that Nieves had not been involved with, he didn’t need her getting stressed or anything worse so close to her due date. Three weeks were left to go, and he wanted nothing more than for his pregnant wife to be safely away from the sort of scum he had been forced to endure with as the prosecuting senior Assistant District Attorney. As the courtroom began to file out, even Carisi heading out quickly, Rafael found himself reaching for his cellphone.

He never had it on in court, procedure dictating against it being on. Rafael knew if anything happened, god forbid to Nieves or the baby, that someone would reach his or her mother or even Carmen and then one of them to him. But at that moment, he felt an instinctive need to switch the iPhone on. Almost instantly, the screen blew up with missed call notifications and text message after text message, and it set Rafael’s alarm bells ringing and his stress levels skyrocketing. Many of them were from his mother, some from Nieves’ mother and some from the next-door neighbor out in Brooklyn who had become friends with Rafael and his wife since they had moved in. All of them said the same - Nieves was in labor. The baby was coming and was coming early. Three weeks early, and for Rafael it seemed that time stood still at that moment. All that mattered was his wife and unborn child. Not the case, not himself, not any single thing other than the two people he loved more than anything.

Rushing out of the courthouse, nearly barreling into Rollins and Fin who were lingering on the steps, Rafael didn’t bother to fill in either, as it seemed obvious in his haste and rush that only one thing would do such a thing to someone like himself, that Nieves was about to give birth. Both were parents that he knew, and he knew they knew the panic of an expectant parent. Rafael threw himself into the next available cab. The little yellow cab’s driver didn’t notice or even question Rafael’s slightly disheveled look or the rambled directions he gave to the hospital where his wife was at, and it wasn’t long before Rafael was on his way. As the taxi cab drove through an ever-busy Manhattan, Rafael tugged at his tie, the purple silk wrapping around his tense hand and slipping around his fingers. It was actually happening, all those months and all those days had been and gone, and now Rafael was hours away from becoming a father. It was surreal, quite nerve-wracking and almost impossible to comprehend.

But even as one of the most important days in Rafael’s life approached, he wouldn’t have changed it for the world. The love that he had for his unborn child and for his wife was impossible to fathom and both were the greatest gifts that Rafael could ever have imagined. He was still a grumpy, dry-witted attorney with a questionable addiction to coffee and a love of coordinating fashion, and Nieves had never once tried to change him. Rafael was himself, just as Nieves was herself, and so would their baby be whoever they were.

As the cab pulled up outside the hospital, Rafael tipped the driver generously and rushed out, his feet hitting against the ground with passionate intensity that could only be described as an expectant father rushing. Rafael quickly found himself out of breath, panting slightly at the reception of the hospital. A young nurse smiled warmly upwards at him.

“Hello sir, how may I help you today? I am Nurse Wu,” asked the nurse in turquoise scrubs and dark hair styled into an intricate plait. She didn’t rush him, noticing that Rafael had run in.

“M-My wife, my wife is in labor, and she’s here,” replied Rafael with a slight pant. He was in his forties for crying out loud, and even though he was going to the gym regularly now, the impromptu run had him out of breath. Nurse Wu nodded, knowing the tell-tale signs of a new father-to-be.

“Now what is your wife’s name?”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” apologized Rafael to the nurse. “Her name is Nieves Fernandez de Córdoba, I can give you her date of birth and Social Security if you need that?”

Nurse Wu shook her head. “It’s quite alright sir, I’ve met a few fathers-to-be like yourself, so you don’t need to apologize!” she said with a warm smile to Rafael while clicking away at her computer screen.

Rafael chuckled lowly. “Never thought this day would come to be honest, and now here it is.”

Nurse Wu nodded. “Ah, I’ve found your wife, Nieves, is on the OB/GYN floor, in room number 4 and her doctor is a Dr. Herrera, and I wish you all good luck and congratulations.”

“Thank you so much,” replied Rafael and, without delay, he took off in the direction of the lift or stairs.

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When Rafael finally reached the OB/GYN floor of the hospital, he hurriedly went in search of his wife’s room. He didn’t have to look long, finding the room and rushing inside. Inside, laid on a hospital bed and dressed in a hospital gown was his wife, hooked up to monitors and machines as she chatted away with his mother and her own mother. The commotion that Rafael seemed to make, coming into the private room as if he were a human hurricane, seemed to stun Nieves and their mothers into silence as both Lucia Barba and María Fernandez de Córdoba sat both in soundless shock.

“I’m here!” said Rafael louder than he intended, his anxiety getting the better of him at that moment.

“Dios mio,” exclaimed Nieves with a slight smile as her husband rushed to her side. “ I knew you’d make it, Rafi, but rest assured both of our Mami have been wonderful.”

Lucia smiled, brushing Nieves’s hair softly. “Oh mija, Rafael wouldn’t miss this for anything,” she said lovingly as María sorted out blankets and baby outfits - both grandmothers had been buying nonstop for the new arrival.

Holding onto Nieves’s hand, Rafael nodded in agreement. “Cariño, I’d move heaven and hell to be here with you, to be by your side now and whenever else we find ourselves here,” murmured Rafael as he placed his free hand on his wife’s pregnant belly. The three women chuckled at that and Rafael furrowed his brows in slight confusion.

“Let's have this little one before we think about adding any more little Barbas to our familia,” smiled Nieves.

——

Starlight flickered through the room’s windows and even though it was many floors above the ground, the hustle and bustle of New York City carried upwards, the city that never slept. Rafael, however was also not sleeping, not unlike the city he called home. Nieves was fast asleep, that he could see and knew from where he was nestled in the comfy armchair. Hours had passed since he had arrived into the room where his wife, mother and mother-in-law were, his unborn child about to arrive into the world.

Glancing over the foot of the hospital bed, Rafael’s green eyes fell upon the little bassinet that held his sleeping child. Wrapped up in a little blanket, knitted by Lucia and wearing a little green hat knitted by María, who were both now proud abuelas, was Rafael’s newborn son.

The littlest Barba had entered the world after a long labor, screaming and crying at the top of his little lungs, covered in blood and fluids. Twenty-seven hours after Rafael had received those calls and text messages, his son had finally arrived. With ten little toes and ten little fingers, the little boy was absolutely perfect in Rafael and Nieves’s eyes, minds and hearts.

Óscar Felipe was the name that Nieves and Rafael had settled upon, having decided not to find out the baby’s gender all those months ago. It was a great fit for their son, with his middle name picked in honor of Nieves’s father, who had yet to meet his newest grandson having been stuck in Madrid. Lucia and María had been the only people to meet Óscar, and so far the only ones other than Rafael and Nieves. Both of their mothers had been so overjoyed, cuddling their grandson and showering him with affection and love. Rafael was about to try to sleep, the events of the day finally catching up with his familiar insomnia, when he noticed his little boy starting to get restless and awake in the bassinet. Arising from his seat, Rafael made his way over to Óscar and took in the incredible sight.

Both his wife, mother and even mother-in-law had rambled about how much Óscar already looked like Rafael, the spitting image of the countless baby photos that Lucia had taken all those years ago. His son’s soft head of hair was tucked away under a little knitted hat, hiding it away, but Óscar’s little eyes were wide open.

“The world is your oyster, mijo, and I’ll always be right there beside you.”

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Hug someone you love.

That was the only part of Lieutenant Benson’s advice that had truly etched itself inside Mike’s mind that night. He repeated it in his head throughout his entire journey towards your apartment and when he eventually knocked on your door, you answered it immediately.

“Mike?” You questioned, your voice a whisper as you narrowed your eyes and stepped towards him. It was safe to say that you hadn’t been expecting him tonight. Not without a call or a text to let you know beforehand, anyway, but by the glistening glaze crossing over his eyes and the deep circles lingering beneath them, you knew all too well as to why exactly he’d shown up without warning. You opened your arms, beckoning him towards you, “Come here.”

Mike was swept up in the comfort of your arms within a mere second of your words drifting through the air around him, those of which were unable to fully settle before his face was buried in the warm crook of your neck. You drew your hands up the length of his back, threading your fingers through his hair and holding him as close to your body as you could, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne.

“It’s okay, Mike, I’m here,” You whispered soothingly, placing a soft kiss to the side of his head as you continued to stroke the back of his hair. “I’ll always be here.”

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I Hate You

Nick Amaro x Reader Oneshot

WC: 1091

A/N: Self Indulge fic. I like winter but damn it’s cold this year! The snow and chemicals are leaving me a mess and my floors a mess and I’d rather not deal with it at all. Only thing to make it better would be Nick. Enjoy! Please let me know what you think with likes/comments/reblogs whatever.

It was another blustery and frigid cold day in NYC as you stepped out of your building only to be met with a large puddle of melted snow so deep it got into your ankle boot soaking your socks and growl in frustration.

“Son of a bitch.” You continued to grumble.

You had grown tired of the New York winters long ago after Nick had moved off to California leaving you both in a long distance relationship but you without someone to share the house with, share a romantic stroll in Central Park through the snow with, or a cuddle on the sofa with. Now it’s just dull, grey, and incredibly cold…and currently very wet and annoying.

Looking to your watch you didn’t even have time to go back upstairs to change your sock and shoes or you’d be late for work.

Olivia had called and told you to be at the prescient promptly at eight so there was no time to hesitate.

Heading off you walked on, your boot sloshing and freezing before someone drove too close to the curb in the drain and splashed a mix of chemicals and slushy snow all over you taking your breath away at the blast of cold.

“F-fu-fuck.” You stuttered and gasped before turning and flipping your middle finger at the driver.

Finally arriving at the prescient, soaked, frozen and a sloshing boot, you put your case down at your desk with a huff and yanked off your scarf and jacket before spying Olivia coming over.

“You’re two minutes late.” She teased, not that she cared about two minutes.

“I had some trouble, okay?” You replied sharply, not really meaning to but you were throughly annoyed.

“Woah…alright. I can take a hint. I just thought you’d like to know we caught your perp you’ve been chasing. He’s in two.” Olivia tilted her head towards the room.

“Thanks Liv.” You said with an apologetic tone before rushing off towards the interrogation room not even bothering to take care of your boot or anything yet.

Opening the door you quickly walked in.

“Couldn’t hide forever…” you started before you looked up and straight to Nick’s hazelnut eyes. “N-Nick…”

“You’re right, I couldn’t stay hidden forever.” He flashed his famous smirk before opening his arms and you began to tear up coming to him, flinging yourself into his chest and burying your face into his neck taking a deep shuttering breath.

“I h-hate you.” You mumbled as tears dropped to his shoulder and he chuckled.

“What? Hey…hey what did I do? Hermosa why do you hate me and why are you crying huh?” He pulled you back just enough to cup your face gently in your hands, glancing over your face with concern.

“Because here you are…sun kissed skin, glowing even more than usual and you get to go home to Southern California while I get to stay here in crumby freaking New York City with forty more years of winter.” You took a deep breath and gathered yourself.

Nick laughed before leaning in and capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “I missed you…I actually came here to spend the week with you but I have a better idea.” You furrowed your brows wondering just what your boyfriend could be up to.

“You’re soaked mi amor.” He purred as he got a look at you. “Come on, you’re going home and changing then we’re going to cuddle and get you thawed out.” He flashed his knee weakening smile.

Later after arriving back at your place you had curled up with Nick and some cocoa under a cozy blanket.

“So I wanted to ask you something baby.” Nick asked softly breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah? You didn’t come across the country to sit with me under a blanket did you?” You hummed cuddling into his side feeling his lips press a kiss to your head.

“Mm no, not exactly but it’s a nice benefit. I get to warm my baby up.” He hummed wrapping his arm around you bringing you closer if it were possible. “I came to ask if you’d consider moving in with me.” He asked hesitantly, worried he’d be rejected. It wasn’t often something worked out for Nick Amaro and he had hoped after three years together and a year of long distance that this relationship worked out, that you’d live with him, move across the country with him.

You turned sat up a bit, looking to him, eyes searching his for any hint that he could be joking but found none. “Y-you’re….you're serious?”

“I…I mean…well yeah I was hoping so.” He said with a little waver in his voice worried he pressed too fast. “You hate winter. I miss you so much. Like really miss you. I want you to be with me and the kids. They miss you too. There’s nothing like having you in bed beside me every night and waking up with you in the morning. The sun shining on your hair and how cute you look with your mouth open and a little bit of drool.” He chuckled when you shoved him.

“I don’t drool, Amaro!” You shot back.

“You do! I can’t help it. I wipe it off with my thumb and you mumble before snuggling to my chest. It’s the most precious thing.” He laughed but looked over you with the most loving tender smile. “Amor…hermosa, I miss you so fucking much. Please? Will you come to California with me?”

You never thought about leaving NYC for real, but the opportunity never had presented itself, well never a real opportunity. It wasn’t an opportunity for Nick to come back to live here, his family and career had him there now and he loved it but the only piece missing was you. He just needed you.

You hated winter, if you wanted to see snow it wasn’t that far to go and see it to play for a day or two and ski but you wouldn’t have to deal with it daily, endlessly.

“Yes. Yes I’d love to. There’s nothing else I’d love to do more.” You cuddled back to Nick but kissed him deeply as he held your face and kept his forehead close.

“I love you so much. I can’t wait to have you with me daily again. To start our lives together in a whole new chapter.” He smirked against your lips knowing he had an even bigger question in store for you once you had moved in and settled in California with him.

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Forced Hand

Casey Novak x reader warnings: language, regular SVU case details talked about/mentioned, anxiety attack. it's a hurt/comfort besties. A combination of requests that were relatively along the same lines so I put it together into one. Welcome back to the blog Ms Novak, we've missed you! If you don't want to miss a thing, sign up for the taglist here! If you like what you read, don't forget to reblog/comment and always feel free to send in your own requests! They're always open!

You worked homicide, you weren’t supposed to be in a courtroom like this, and you certainly weren’t supposed be on the losing side. Your squad had picked up a case that later appeared to be linked to a string of open cases over at SVU and your captains insisted on working together. A few extra sets of eyes were always a good thing, a fresh perspective on the situation, they said.

What they hadn’t been able to prep you for was the viciousness of the case, and the fact that three of the victims were still alive. The crime scenes had been brutal and you were honestly shocked that anyone had survived through it, you’d been rattled to your core to discover your victims were all girls under the age of twelve. Girls who you had to watch be treated for shock on top of their injuries before retraumatizing them all over again with questioning to get their full stories, children who you then had to spend hours prepping for the brutality of a trial like this.

You were typically good with kids; Casey knew that which was one of the reasons she’d chosen you along with Benson to help her prep everyone. She watched with pride as you were able to break things down from confusing legal terms to something the girls could understand, how soft you were with them, how cautious you were how well you worked with Olivia in reminding them how strong and brave they were for doing this, and that the bad guy couldn’t hurt them anymore.

She also watched how that strong, encouraging façade would drop the moment you stepped into your shared apartment, weariness and exhaustion taking over your features and you turned down dinner and attempted to wash the day away in a too hot shower. You’d eventually reappear a couple of hours later in a pair of sweats and her worn Harvard tee, silently cuddling up to her side on the couch and she’d pass off her glass of scotch for you to finish. She’d put her work away, wrapping it up neatly so you wouldn’t have to see any of the crime scene photos again, urging you to lean into her embrace, pressing soft kisses to your skin and the top of your head until your stomach would let out a growl you’d finally submit to ordering some take out. You never said a word about it, and Casey never once pried or poked around until you said something, she let you go about your day, happy when she would catch you smiling or laughing with someone and she would always make sure she was ready and available for extra cuddles and wordless encouragement. She knew you were struggling, but that you were also handling it, and doing so in your own way, the case was close enough to over that you’d be able to breathe freely again in a matter of days.

However things were looking bleaker and bleaker as the trial strung along. The girls were strong on the stand for Casey, answering properly, detailing what they needed to, not matter how hard it was. When Casey turned around to take her seat again she caught your eye in the gallery and felt her heart tug at the tears shimmering in your eyes and the pain written across your face. What she missed was that pain turning into absolute outrage as the defence attorney started their cross and tore into all three of the victims like he was the devil. He twisted things around, barked out questions too quickly, stepped too close to the witness box, doing everything he could to get at least one person on the jury to side with him. And every motion he made broke down those poor little girls and their families even more. And you right along with them.

Casey lost you at lunch, no clue where you had ran off to when you weren’t in her office when she got there. Still, she knew you’d be there for the verdict, so she grabbed an extra coffee on her way back, deciding to go in the side door to avoid the press. She jumped a puddle as she crossed the street, cursing that she’d left her umbrella in her office, thinking the rain was done for the day. Dodging rain drops she finally rounded the bend to the side door and found you leaning up against the wall, staring down at your feet until you heard her voice.

“It’s raining, you should be inside.” She commented.

“I’m fine.” You replied, and her eyes caught the movement of your hand, hiding it behind your back and she realized you’d snuck out for a smoke.

“Okay.” She stepped up to you, kissing your cheek softly, “don’t get too cold.” She passed off the coffee and you took it from her with a small smile.

“Thanks.”

Her finger curled under your chin so she could catch your eye, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You mustered up a small smile, letting her kiss you softly before she disappeared inside.

Finishing your smoke, you stubbed it out with your toe and took a heavy breath, the last thing in the world you wanted to do right now was go back into that courtroom. You didn’t want to know the outcome, wanted to walk away from this forever and pretend it never happened. But you knew that those families were depending on you and your squads to help get them through it, to be the backbone when the verdict was read and help them figure out what their next steps were. There was a reason you preferred homicide.

The surefire grin on the perp’s face was the first tell, how casually he was talking with his lawyer, the nearly awkward, slightly guilty look on the faces of half the jury was the second, the way Casey’s hand tightened around her pen as she chewed on her lip, her jaw tightening was the last. You felt the burning in your stomach start to creep up your throat, your hands shoved into your pockets so no one would see them shaking as the verdict was read.

“Not guilty on all counts.”

Your ears were ringing, you couldn’t hear yourself think much less the commotion in the courtroom, the scared and confused questions coming from the girls as their parents scrambled to try and figure out any kind of an answer. Your vision was nearly blurring and this time it wasn’t from the tears, everything about this was wrong, it was more than wrong and it was disgusting. Someone grabbed your hand and it was as if you had been clapped on the ears and you could suddenly hear the cries of the girl beside you, the terror written across her tiny features as she looked up at you for an answer. You barely heard yourself when you spoke,

“I’m so, so sorry.”

Your chest was suddenly tight, squeezing all the air out of your lungs as pictures from the case began to invade your brain, memories collaborating with imagination, making everything even worse. You weren’t entirely sure what was happening but you knew you couldn’t let it happen in this courtroom.

When Casey heard the door heavily drop shut she instantly knew it was you leaving and her heart dropped into her stomach. A glance over her shoulder confirmed her theories, catching Liv’s gaze with an incredibly apologetic look in her eyes, the brunette nodded, her way of saying ‘I know you did everything you could’ before her head tilted in the direction of the door. ‘I’ve got this, go get your girl.’ Casey didn’t even bother to give the defence the privilege of a glance as she packed up her things and slipped from the courtroom. Unsure on whether you would still be in the building or not she headed toward the side exit, knowing there was a fairly unused bathroom over there that was still close enough to the part you’d been in. She heard the flush of the toilet through the door, the sound of the tap running as she pushed it open, catching you rinsing out your mouth, splashing cold water over your face as you struggled to catch your breath.

You barely even noticed someone else in the bathroom with you, your vision still tunnelling and filled with gruesome, bloody images and the faces of those poor girls while they told their horrible stories. Wiping the water off your face you took a heaving breath, it still felt like there was a cinder block resting on your chest and as much as throwing up had helped, there was stomach acid creeping up your throat, making it burn even worse. Your brain started to race, remembering all the things you’d said alongside Olivia to the girls, encouraging them that it would all be okay, that you’d caught the bad guy, now you were going to put him away. That their nightmares would eventually stop, they wouldn’t have to be scared anymore because he would be in prison, the promises you’d made them, every single one of them turning out to be empty.

“Oh god….” It came out as a half choked sob and you turned toward the window, bracing your hands on the sill as the heavy cries started to spill from deep within you, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

“Hey…” Casey’s soft voice didn’t manage to break through your conscious, but you felt the welcomed coolness of her hand between your shoulder blades and you shuddered, “it’s not your fault.” Her hand began to rub slow circles, “you worked your ass off and did everything you could.”

You tried to form even a single word but you couldn’t find your voice, another choked sob escaping your lips as you started to hyperventilate, completely unable to get enough air into your lungs, feeling even more like you were drowning.

“Whoa, whoa…” Casey’s arms cautiously wrapped around you, “c’mere.” She pulled you flush to her, frowning at the feeling of your heart pounding against your ribs and just how hot your skin was to her touch.

You didn’t struggle, but you protested a little bit, your hands pushing against her arms until she grabbed your wrists in one of her hands, restraining you as she leant forward, pushing open the window as far as she could. You let out a cry, not wanting to be forced to be still but the sudden woosh of cold air was a refuge to your burning lungs and your breath shuddered as you finally collapsed against Casey. Your eyes finally cracked open, tears continuing to trail over your cheeks as the cool breeze ghosted over your skin. You could feel Casey’s heart strumming against your back, slow and steady, a stark difference to yours pounding in your chest, her breath was cool on the side of your neck, breathing calm and even. Her chest rising and lowering slowly, and you were able to slowly match her breathing, calming yourself down and you felt like you could finally breathe again, sniffling as you relaxed in her arms.

“I’m sorry…” you finally whimpered.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” She murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head, “you did your job.”

“I’m not strong enough.” You admitted with another soft cry, finally letting yourself turn around when Casey stepped away to grab a tissue. You took it from her but dropped against the wall, staring down at your shoes. “I can’t do this. I’m not good enough for it, I disappointed so many people today. I’m a complete failure.”

Casey’s hand found your cheek, wiping away your tears as she stepped back toward you, “you’ve been completely out of your comfort zone for almost a month, there’s nothing wrong with that, but you are not a failure.”

You dared a glance up at her, unsurprised at the complete empathetic expression on her face, “how do you do this every day?”

“You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’ve cried in my office.”

“Case…” Your voice softened as the tears finally came to a stop.

“I know how incredibly hard sex crimes is, I didn’t want to be bringing that home to you every day.” She leant in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “you see enough brutalization over at homicide, I don’t need you getting SVU’s baggage too.”

“I am never going to forget the look on that girl’s face….” You were almost talking to yourself, staring off into the distance and Casey’s thumb and forefinger curled around your chin, redirecting your gaze to her face.

“You will.” She assured, “and it is because you are strong, and you are strong enough. Do you know how I know why?” You shook your head, “because I see the cases that you bring home, the trials you’ve sat through, the amount of times you’ve taken down a perp, dismantled a defence attorney during a cross. You’re not used to living victims, and that is completely okay. Days like today will absolutely rip you to shreds and make you think that you aren’t cut out for it, but you’re going to wipe these tears, keep that pretty little chin up and come out even stronger on the other side. Okay?”

You nodded meekly, trying to hold back any remaining tears as Casey wrapped her arms tightly around you, tucking you into the crook of her shoulder as you finally relaxed into the embrace. She held you for as long as you needed, leaving tender kisses on the top of your hair and your temple, hands soothingly rubbing up and down your back.

“You’re incredible baby, don’t even forget that.” She murmured, “you were forced to try your hand at a new thing and now we know it’s not for you. You’re still an incredible rockstar when it comes to homicide and come Monday that’s what you get to go back to doing. Promise me you won’t let this drag you down too long?”

She pulled away from the hug, her hand brushing a piece of your mussed up hair behind your ear before caressing down the side of your cheek and she left a kiss on the tip of your nose, waiting for a response. You took a breath, finally feeling calmed down enough to feel human again when you finally looked up at her.

“Only if you promise to not keep everything bottled up and to yourself anymore.” You offered and her brow furrowed, “I know you Casey, you wear your heart on your sleeve, someone like you, doing something like this every day? That can’t be easy, I don’t need to know all the details but I don’t want you doing it alone. You shouldn’t have to cry alone in your office when you can come home and cry over a pint of ice cream with some extra cuddles.”

“Okay.” Casey let out a tiny laugh, her lips curving up into a grin, a warmth soothing through her at the sight of smile finally on your cheeks. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” Her arm wound around your shoulders, “now how about we get out of here? A pint of ice cream sounds pretty fucking good right now.”

“And pizza?” You asked, looking up at her with a pout and puppy dog eyes and she chuckled again, kissing the tip of your nose.

“The perfect combo. But that doesn’t answer what Disney movie we’re going to watch to forget about today.”

“Mmm…” you tugged your lip into your mouth as you thought, “Emperors New Groove?”

“That… sounds amazing.” She smiled at you, “you ready to go home?”

“Yeah.” You replied with a soft sigh, leaning into her side for a moment before her hand trailed down your arm, linking your fingers with her own and you were finally ready to leave the bathroom. “Casey?”

“Yeah baby?” She glanced back at you, nothing but adoration pouring from her eyes.

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

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[oneshotnewbie]

SVU team x Reader:

The whole team and their kids are meeting up for a nice picnic at the park. Noah and Jesse ask if Reader and Carisi can come play football with them. While watching you play with the kids, Olivia is losing herself in watching you. Amanda notices.

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐵𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓. 𝑆𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑎ℎ𝑎. 𝑂𝑛 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡.

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The warm spring wind on this Saturday gently caressed the green meadows of Central Park, while the sun slowly emerged from behind the clouds and scattered its rays over the many playing children and their parents. A pleasant breeze blew through the branches, the sounds of nature. In the middle of this hustle and bustle was the team from the Special Victims Unit, who wanted to gather outside for a well-deserved afternoon.

Olivia Benson, SVU's veteran captain, entered the park with her 9-year-old son, Noah. The bright sun reflected in the little boy's eyes as he excitedly led his mother to the playground. Olivia smiled, her mind briefly lingering on work, but today was a day of rest and togetherness.

Amanda Rollins entered the park a few minutes later with her two daughters, Jesse and Billie, chatting happily and moving from one exciting story to the next. Dominick Carisi was also there and they both watched their girls lovingly, a warm smile on their faces before Noah called the two girls with a loud scream of their names and they immediately rushed over to join him. Carisi smiled proudly and felt blessed to share this moment of joy with his family.

Finn Tutuola, the group's sergeant, also entered the park, alone but with a big grin on his face. He knew he would already enjoy the company and the vibrancy of his team and the park, even though he didn't have any children of his own. His colleagues and their families had become like his own family, and that was more than enough for him.

And then there was you, an important part of the team, arriving with a warm smile and a picnic basket in hand. Although you didn't have children of your own in your young years, you always had a special connection with your colleagues' children and enjoyed spending time with them.

Together you all found a shady spot at a picnic table under a large tree and laid out lunch while the children ran around and laughed. The world seemed to stand still for a moment as the SVU team and their children enjoyed the beauty of life together in the park.

You all sat together at the table, chatting comfortably while relaxing leisurely. The mood was light and relaxed as the children ran across the lawn cheering each other. Noah and Jesse had just discovered the soccer ball in the bag Olivia had brought, and they enthusiastically asked Carisi and you to play soccer with them. "Y/n, can you play soccer with us? Please, please!" Noah asked and you couldn't resist his bright and big eyes, so you agreed to join the game with a smile. "Sure, Noah. I'm in."

"And you, Uncle Carisi? Do you play on our team?" Jesse also asked, taking his hand without hesitation and looking at him with her googly eyes. "Of course Jesse."

The kids cheered as you and Carisi joined the soccer group. You should play on Noah's team and Carisi on the girls' team. You both stood up, your eyes meeting briefly before joining the excited children. You took a quick look at the ADA and saw a smile on his lips. It was a moment of quiet exchange of togetherness.

You felt the familiar texture of the soccer ball beneath your feet as you juggled the ball, passing it to Noah with precision and skill. Carisi appeared less adept, passing the ball to the children more often than he had it under the soles of his shoes himself.

Noah in particular was impressed by your ability to keep up with them. He watched in fascination as you skillfully outsmarted Carisi, mastered the ball perfectly and effortlessly fought your way through the walls that Carisi seemed to build with his body. "Wow, y/n! You play really good!" The little boy remarked, pausing for a moment to take a sip of water. "Thanks, Noah. I used to play a lot, I was even on a team."

"Really cool!" the laughter of the children filled the air as they challenged each other and continued to run with you across the lawn, accompanied by the deft movements of their adult teammates.

Carisi was surprised by your skills on the ball. He didn't expect you to be so good. His respect for you grew as he watched you jump over his straddle with ease and grace, overwhelming him to the point where he wanted to give up. A warm feeling of admiration spread through him as he watched you having fun with the children and sharing their joy.

“Respect y/n, I didn’t expect that.” spoke the young ADA, giving you a high five. You smiled gratefully as you passed the ball back to Jesse, who happily passed it to her sister.

Meanwhile, Olivia continued to sit at the table and watched you play with the children. She admired the ease with which you blended into the world, the bright smile on your face as you laughed and joked with the children. It was a sight that warmed her heart and she couldn't help but get lost in your movements.

Amanda noticed her best friend's pensive look and stepped next to her, holding her third and youngest daughter in her arms. "Earth to Liv?" She asked, waving her hand in front of the brunette's face. She looked up in shock, her smile disappearing. "Sorry Amanda, what did you say?"

"You should stop staring at her like that. You're already drooling like a dog who can't wait to get it´s bone," the blonde giggled before sitting across from her best friend and placing her hand on the brunette's. "You're so in love, how can you hide it any longer?"

Olivia raised her eyebrows in surprise and now completely looked away from you and over to Amanda, who had an amused smile on her lips. "What? In love? I don't know what you're talking about, Amanda. I'm just being professional and watching the football game"

Amanda rolled her eyes and grinned mischievously as she gave the baby a bottle as she began to whine. "Sure, Liv. Just like I 'professionally' get ice cream out of the fridge at night as soon as the kids are asleep so I don't have to share. Come on, feel free to admit that you like y/n."

The unit captain laughed softly and shook his head to make her thoughts disappear. "Well, maybe a little." She spoke admittedly, pulling her hand away to brush her hair out of her face. "A little? Ha! I knew it! So when are you finally going to take her out?"

Olivia leaned back and let her gaze wander back to you, who was currently carrying Noah on your shoulders while you happily ran with him to the playground to hang him on the climbing frame. As you did, you heard Noah's loud laughter as you swayed him back and forth like a plane.

"Maybe I should think of something. But at the moment I'm just happy that she fits in so well with the team." She spoke and Amanda winked at her as she stood up to go to Jesse and Billie who called her. She walked around the table again and playfully pressed her elbow against her shoulder.

"Sure, sure. But don't forget that sometimes life is too short, especially in this job, to not enjoy it. So go ahead, do something! Maybe you could invite her to a romantic dinner."

Olivia laughed and nodded her head, imagining how she should ask you and where she should take you if you agreed to her. She looked over at you and Noah again, then decided to join you and spend time with you. She was nervous but also excited about the possibility of asking you out and having a lot of fun in the process if she found the courage to ask you.

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Teddy Bear | Elliot Stabler x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Stabler with “You’re such a softie” please ❞

: ̗̀➛ Elliot comes home late to find you asleep.

trigger warnings : ̗̀➛ swearing

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It was late when Stabler eventually stumbled through your door, making sure to lock it and check three times before he dumped his shoes by the bin and chucked his jacket on the back of the sofa.

You weren't awake, but he hadn't expected you to be, either. Last time he checked his watch, it was five to one in the morning; it took at least an hour to get to yours. Plus, the ten minutes it took for him to wander up to the door.

Slowly, he crept around to the bedroom, and gently pushed the door; facing away from him, you were cuddled into one of his jumpers, and he could only smile a little as he looked at you.

Watching you for just a few moments before resigning himself to the sofa.

Stabler had never felt comfortable getting into bed with you when you weren't awake, even now after being together for... he couldn't fucking remember how long, he still didn't feel quite right doing it; so he pulled the blanket out from under the coffee table and gave it a good shake.

He dumped his jeans and his shirt on the floor, and used the cushions to create a pillow before he laid down and stretched out as much as he could. His feet dangled over the arm, but it was mostly comfortable, if he was honest.

But it wasn't long until he heard you prowling around, and he slowly began to sit up just as you leaned over the back of the sofa and offered him your hand.

"C'mon," you murmured, tilting your head to gesture to the bedroom. "It's much comfier with me."

Stabler shook his head as he let out a quiet yawn. "Nah, you go back to bed, I'll stay here. It's fine, honestly."

"I insist, Ell," you hummed. "Or I'll jump on you."

He laughed a little bit, grinning for just a moment before a massive yawn whacked him. "It's one night, it'll be fine."

"I'm not arguing," you muttered, clambering over the sofa and settling against him. You moved to press your face to the side of his neck as you huffed. "Now isn't this nice?"

He wanted to roll his eyes, but he couldn't find it in himself. "Are you done?"

You nodded. "Mmhmm... I was thinking, though..."

"Are you hurt?" He joked softly, putting his arm on your back and gently trailing it up and down the soft and exposed skin. His eyes closed as he leaned back a little.

You huffed out a short laugh, shaking your head. "Y'know Huang invited us to that gay bar? I was thinking maybe we could go..."

"I don't think so," Stabler mumbled.

"I think you would," you mused. "You'd fit right in."

He paused for a moment, scoffing as he tried not to laugh. "Uh-huh."

"Besides, you'd be with me," you pointed out. "And wouldn't that be enough?"

"I'll think about it," he promised quietly, nothing but sleep on his mind. He allowed his foot to drop off of the side of the sofa as a soft growl escaped his throat. "That okay?"

"Mmhmm," you adjusted yourself so you could properly snuggle into him. "You're such a softie, y'know. You act all hard but you ain't... you're just a teddy bear."

Stabler scoffed. The Captain had more than enough records of anger management classes and filed complaints to show that you were wrong, very wrong; but he was too tired to correct you.

Although, when he opened his eye to look at you, a smile came to his face; he did feel a bit guilty that he didn't have a chance to give you that last kiss of the night. But he could give you double in the morning if you really missed it that much.

But he could feel your breath getting more shallow; more soft as you started to fall asleep. Dozing off whilst firmly cuddled into him even though you sometimes complained about the fact that he felt like a fucking furnace in the summers.

The thought made him smile as he closed his eyes again, letting his body go limp as he hummed and stretched a little bit.

Fuck, it felt good to be with you.

It felt good to come home, especially after the day he had had; maybe Liv was right about that. Maybe he should have taken the day off and gone to be with you. But did it matter now?

Did it matter when he could feel your body pressed against his and he was reminded that you were still?

Did it matter when he could feel your breath on his skin and he was reminded that you weren't going anywhere?

Maybe it did.

Maybe it didn't.

Those were the kind of questions that he left for you, always saying that you were smarter; he was the brawn, you were the beauty and brains.

Fuck, he could picture your smile every time he said it.

He could feel the way his heart pounded when you surprised him with dinner at noon, coming into the office with that fucking smile and that smug look in your eyes.

He adored it.

He couldn't say it, words were never his best friend, but he knew that you knew he felt it. He didn't need words for that.

But he had meant what he said - he would think about it. He would think it, only because you asked him to.

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Casey Novak X Reader coffee dates

A/N a short but sweet fanfic because I’m to tried to write more

Y/N was working with Olivia and Elliot on a case as Casey walked into the squad room.

“Hey guys” Casey said “hi case what you doing here?” Olivia asked “just come to look over a couple of things for this case” case responded.

As Y/N was walking back “Olivia got the flies for you” Y/N walked in and Elliot took the flies as Olivia was busy chatting with Casey. “Who is that gorgeous woman?” Y/N whispered to Elliot who shook his head “that’s our A.D.A Casey Novak” he replied. “Why don’t you go say hello to her” Elliot suggested with smirk.

“Nope nope I would trip on my words” causing Y/N to be come flustered “your ridiculous” Elliot said walking over to Olivia and Casey “oh look it’s my break anyway I’m going to get some lunch” Y/N said as she walked out the room.

“Who she?” Casey asked “she our new detective she was transferred to us from other unit as her skills and kindness would be a great addition to our team” Olivia explained “she also a really funny and easy to winded up” Elliot added.

“Well I hope to meet her when she comes back” Casey said she saw you in court a couple of times supporting the victims and she see you around and she find Y/N very stunning and wants to get to know her.

After a while Y/N walked In and sat at her desk with her lunch and sat down doing some paperwork work not nothing Casey walking up to her desk.

“Hello Y/N” Casey said as Y/N looked up and felt her heart speed up “hello” Y/N said “Olivia said you got some files for our up coming court case mind if I have them if there ready?” Casey asked as Y/N handed over the files.

“Thank you” Casey said as she put the flies in her bag and said goodbye to the team as she walked out.

“So our Y/N has a little crush” Olivia said which made Elliot laugh “Shut up you two” Y/N said embarrassed and going red in the face. “You know Y/N Casey likes you as well” Olivia started “she seen you a handful of times and thinks your stunning and gorgeous and kind and she likes how you help the victims and help get them through court”. Olivia finished.

Elliot then said “you two are as bad as each when do you speak about your feelings” Y/N just nodded “well I’m heading home now my shift is done and I’m going to go and sleep. As Y/N was leaving she ran into Casey.

“Hi case what you doing here?” Y/N said “well I just came to ask you if you would like to go and get some coffee sometime? And I was hoping to catch you before you left” Casey said.

“I would love that very much thank you Casey how does tomorrow morning sound?” Y/N said.

“Perfect” Casey said handing Y/N her card with her number on it. Which Y/N happily took.

As they both headed the different ways Elliot stood next to Olivia and said “so are we going to tell them that we told Casey to ask as Y/N is to much of a chicken to admit anything” Olivia laughed “nope it our secret”.

Next Morning

Y/N was stood outside the coffee shop when Casey arrived, “hey love would you like to go inside” Casey said which caused Y/N to go red in the face “yeh sure” Casey smiled once they gave the order and started chatting about work and hobbies. Once they had their coffee they left and decided to go to work together.

“Thank you for this it was a lovely morning love” Casey said as they walked into the squad room, “it was Casey” Y/N said.

“Well we definitely do this again” Casey said as Y/N agreed. “Well as much as I would love to stay I got to head to the office have a nice day my love” Casey said as she gave Y/N a kiss and with out a second thought Y/N kiss her back.

Not knowing Elliot and Olivia are at the back smiling like idiots and happy that they finally admitted their feelings for each other.