#law and order: special victims unit fanfiction

[ssareiids]

SWINGIN' AND SWOONING

pairing : s5 casey novak x svu detective! reader

tw/cw: silly svu team shenanigans, unestablished relationship (sorry:p), pining from reader.. ig?

summary: you let it slip during a conversation at the precinct that you've never played baseball once in your life, and casey's determined to do something about that

shayli's whispers: you can read this as any pov but i had fem reader in mind while writing this, sesbian lex for the win wooo!! also i miss redheaded casey so this is me coping. i also have no idea how baseball works!!

"What's your favourite part of the job?"

A question that has been asked to you many times, the one variable that remains constant in every conversation, is why you willingly chose to work in such dangerous field.

Usually, you'd say that it was for the feeling of relief, the feeling that you made a difference in this cruel dark world. That nothing could compare to the sensation of bringing sunshine to someone who felt like they lost the light at the end of the tunnel, all because of the crimes folks commit everyday.

Some other day, you'd say that you didn't have a favourite part. Brush off the topic and claim it to be something sensitive– which in truth, it completely is. Nobody should have to endure the crimes you are paid to solve everyday, let alone even hear about what dark things humans are capable of.

But everyday, without a glimmer of doubt, your favourite part is the afterglow of all these events. The smile returning to the victims' expressions as the jury announces "Guilty." followed with everyone's tensed muscles finally relaxing. You loved it, you loved the little banter the team shared while winding down at the precinct, signing away at some paperwork�� eager to get back home and just sleep

"Come on, you telling me you've never played a sport?" Elliot's voice rings through the now quiet precinct, as if the building itself falls asleep just like humans do too. You simply shake your head no in laughter and Elliot refuses to believe it.

"Football?"

"Nope."

"Really? How about basketball?"

"Not in a million years Stabler."

"Baseball?"

"I don't even know how the game works dude."

You huff out, in annoyance and in amusement, at how taken aback Elliot is with your lack of a sporty side. Eventually giving in with a gesture of surrender before diving back into paperwork, the one that Cragen insisted the entire team do before it begins piling up like the next skyscraper.

Olivia simply shakes her head with hushed laughter as her pen scribbles away, you giggle to yourself aswell before turning back to the papers. 'Ugh, not my favourite part of the job.' You groan to yourself before hurrying along with your share of the writing task.

The clock ticks ominously in the silence of the precinct. tick... tock... tick... tock.. tick... tock-

"Ah.. finally."

Olivia is the first one to finish her slice of the pie. Stretching in her seat before basking in her victory and leaving you all in the dust. Fin scoffs, murmuring something underneath his breath that you can't make out, probably another dumb joke only he could conjure with his silly mind.

You're the second person to finish up, practically jolting up in your seat like an excited middle schooler before packing your things. Gloating your newfound freedom just a little too much, which results in Munch sending a paper airplane right to your face. You only scrunch at it before throwing it back to him, it misses terribly and lands in some dark corner of the precinct.

"Gotta practice on that aim aye, can't have you walking around with that hand-eye coordination." Fin jokes, leaving you to roll your eyes before walking away to the exit. Mid-way through your red carpet to the car, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Hand instinctively reaching for your holster only to see Casey behind you.

"Old habits die hard, huh?" She comments on the instinct with a grin, and you only smile sheepishly in response to the teasing. "Yeah, sorry. How can I help you Novak?" You try to ignore the embarrassing moment just seconds ago, nonchalance isn't a good look on you unfortunately.

"Just wanted to ask you about something." Casey begins, stepping closer to your figure. Wow, she's kinda tall‐ haha.. wait what??

"Were you serious when you had no idea about baseball?"

The question echoes through the hallways just a second too long, you kind of look stupid right now just standing there. Eventually straightening your posture, you let your confidence wash back to you before answering "Yeah, never was a sporty one growing up, why?"

She begins walking to the parking lot, and you follow right behind her like a lost duckling before she replies to you. "Was just wondering." A vague response, you question if she had anything else planned for this conversation.

"Well, goodnight Nova–"

"Would you like me to teach you?"

She blurts it out like it's nothing, rolling off her tongue so casually it has you feeling things, it has you feeling like it was everything. You contemplate it for a second while walking beside her, and you really wish she wouldn't find her car to let this conversation go on forever.

"Oh, well, only if it's not a hassle" You laugh, as if the sound would exhale the anxious feeling in your chest, it doesnt. She only looks at you with the look that told you "Nothing is too much of a hassle for me."

Her eyes alone tell you everything you need to know, so you grin nervously once more before continuing. "I'm free on.. uh Saturday, could we do it then?" God, you feel like a teenager asking their crush out, which you kind of were doing right now.

"Saturday's perfect."

She confirms the date before stepping into her car, you give her a dumb wave as she puts it in reverse and drives away like you can't do anything else. Looking into the concrete walls with a satisfied glint in your eyes, until-

"Wait... where the hell did I park my car?"

"Come on detective! You can do better than that!"

Casey yells out to you from the field, while you look absolutely hopeless and want to give up. Yeah... sports is not your thing, maybe running could be, but that's only because you chase perps for a living. You'd never torture yourself like that with such streneous activity purposefully.

She made you try out being a batter, since being a catcher didn't work out, neither did pitcher... and any of the other roles that existed in this weird sport.

Seriously, why are there so many roles?

"Novak, I.. really don't think this is for me-" You huff in exhaustion, the sun unfortunately gracing your skin with a layer of sweat from the intense weather. Maybe this could've been pushed back to another season atleast, but only an opportunity like this comes once a green moon– and green moons don't even exist!

"Where's that spirit detective! Come on! 3 more!"

She barks at you before preparing to hurl the ball towards you. The first time she threw it, you dodged the ball completely. Second time, you flinched away from it and covered your head. The third time (and the only time where you were hyped up), you missed it so horribly bad you felt you might actually combust.

The green ball comes straight for you after she finally lets it swing free from her grip, you steady your hold on the bat, focusing right on the ball just like she had instructed you to do so. Narrowing your eyes in steady concentration as you anticipated the ball's location and swinging your bat.

Whoosh.

You don't hear the sound of the ball coming into contact with the metal bat, and you only sigh in defeat once more. Loosening up your posture, feeling completely and utterly stupid doing this. Maybe you should just stick to crime-solving and coffee machines.

"Oh, don't tell me you're losing your fire! Come on!"

Her attempts at hyping you up don't work better than the last, but the sound of her voice alone is enough to get you to pick up the bat and ready yourself once again. God, this is so stupid...

She swings her arm in preparation once more, you steady yourself into the posture she taught you earlier on in the lesson. Focusing once more on the ball with the same precision you had while trying to connect the dots on the case...

Whoosh

Clunk!

You stand still in disbelief that you had really done that. That you, the person who was never captain of any sports team– let alone a member, had actually done that. You only snap out of your proud daze when Casey yells at you to run. Right! How could you forget that!

You run past each plate, your breath huffing with each one that you pass. Your legs ache, and your heart beats crazy fast, yet you push through it. Running, and running until finally, you complete the whole lap. Huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breath

"Mmm, not bad.." She pipes up while walking towards your hunched over figure, still trying to return your lungs back to their regular breathing rythym. When your heartbeat finally stills to the norm, and your breathing doesn't sound like you've been drowning. You look up at her with a grin, squinting your eyes at the sharp glare of the sun.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously, come on. Get up, 5 more!"

"What? You said only 3 more!"

shayli's whispers: how do we feel about my first work heh... IT'S SO SHORT I HATE IT BUT I CANT PHYSICALLY WRITE MORE.

written by @ssareiids

[spicyschemmenti]

Brains, Beauty & Chaos ➫ alex cabot

pairing: alex cabot x sassy bimbo!fem!reader

synopsis: when a grumpy detective underestimates you, assuming you’re just alex cabot’s ditzy, high-heeled assistant, you effortlessly pick apart his case with a giggle and a well-placed nail tap, leaving him speechless and Alex way too intrigued. But when you catch the usually unshakable ADA staring a little too long, you realize proving yourself might’ve unlocked a whole new kind of fun

warnings: playful insults, sarcasm, and reader has a whole lot of attitude, teasing and suggestive comments, pre-relationship/sexual tension between alex and reader, mild bending of office ettiquette

word count: 1.5k

author's note: lowkey feel like alex needs this kind of assisstant

You’re perched right on the edge of Alex Cabot’s desk, one leg crossed over the other, absently twirling a strand of your freshly curled hair around your finger. The scent of your expensive vanilla perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the sharp, clean scent of Alex’s office. Polished wood, leather, and that faint trace of her perfume that smells way too expensive for someone who pretends she’s all business. Your glossy pink nails catch the light as you flip lazily through the case file in front of you, not even pretending to be interested.

Across the room, Alex stands stiff and proper, arms crossed, her usual icy lawyer expression in full force. She’s got that look on her face, the one that says she’s two seconds away from rubbing her temples and sighing at you. Again. But she doesn’t, because Alex knows you by now. She knows the routine. Knows that you love to push just a little, just to see if she’ll break.

But the detective standing in front of her? He doesn’t know shit.

This guy is grizzled, probably hasn’t moisturized a day in his life takes one look at you, sprawled out like a cat in your designer heels and your perfectly coordinated outfit, and scoffs like he’s just so amused by the sight. Like you’re just some dumb little thing taking up space, some airheaded office accessory meant to grab coffee and look cute.

“She’s your assistant, Cabot?” he asks, sounding way too pleased with himself. His eyes flick to your phone, glittering rhinestone case and all, sitting next to the legal pad you haven’t touched. “What, does she do your nails between cases?”

Oh. Oh. That’s adorable.

You let out a sharp, sugary laugh, tilting your head as you bat your lashes at him. “Oh my god, you’re hilarious,” you say, your voice dripping with amusement, even though you’re already bored of him. But fine. If he wants to play, you’ll play.

You reach for the case file he just slapped onto Alex’s desk, lifting it carefully between two fingers like it’s something actually interesting. You can feel Alex watching you, her gaze heavy, but she doesn’t stop you. She knows better.

“What’s this, babe?” you hum, flipping through the pages. “Ooooh, is this a deposition? Witness testimony? Evidence?” You purse your lips like you’re really thinking hard, letting the moment stretch just long enough for the detective’s smirk to widen.

Then, without missing a beat, you tap one polished nail against the page, smile turning just a little sharper.

“Awww, sweetie,” you coo, “this is cute. Except for the part where your star witness totally contradicts themselves on page six. Like, did you even read this? ‘Cause I gotta say, not really giving your best work here.”

His expression twitches. He leans in, brows furrowing, but you’re already moving on, flipping to another page with a perfectly manicured flick of your wrist.

“Oh, and this little ‘airtight alibi’ you keep bragging about?” you continue, tilting your head like you really hate to be the bearer of bad news. “Yeahhh, problem is, the timestamp on their statement is, like, an hour after security footage has them across town. So, unless they figured out how to teleport between giving their statement and getting caught on camera, I think we’ve got a little whoopsie on our hands.”

The detective’s smirk is gone.

Across the desk, Alex exhales slowly, and you swear you catch the tiniest twitch of her lips. Just a hint of amusement. Just enough for you to know that, underneath all that cool and collected courtroom energy, she’s definitely enjoying this.

You shut the file with a little snap, flashing your prettiest, sweetest smile. “Next time, honey?” you say, leaning in just enough to lower your voice. “Maybe read before you talk.”

The detective glares, but he doesn’t argue. What’s he gonna say? You just did his job better than he did.

Turning back to Alex, you give her an innocent little tilt of your head, like you didn’t just bulldoze her entire meeting with a giggle and a well-placed legal takedown. “Soooo, Miss Cabot,” you purr, stretching just slightly, making sure she notices the way your dress rides up just a little. “Are we done here? Or do you need me for anything else?”

Alex’s eyes flick to yours. Steady. Cool. But too cool, like she’s trying really hard not to let something slip.

“We’re done,” she says, voice smooth as glass. But you hear it. The little shift. The tiniest crack in that perfect lawyerly control.

Oh yeah. She’s so impressed. And maybe—just maybe—a little obsessed.

The detective mutters something under his breath, snatching the file off Alex’s desk with more force than necessary. He barely spares you a glance as he turns on his heel and stomps out of the office like a toddler who just lost a game of Candy Land.

You don’t even bother to watch him go. You’re too busy watching her.

Alex is still standing there, arms crossed, but her posture is just a little stiffer than before. Her lips are tight, pressed together like she’s trying to keep something from slipping out. Her gaze lingers on you for a beat too long, her usual lawyerly mask firmly in place, but you know better. Oh, you know her so well.

“So,” you hum, stretching your arms above your head, knowing full well it makes your neckline dip just a little lower. “That was fun.” You drop your hands back into your lap, leaning forward slightly, propping your chin on your palm. “I mean, not for him, obviously, but for me? Definitely fun.”

Alex exhales sharply, moving around her desk to sit in her chair. “Did you have to do that?” she asks, her voice calm but edged with something you can’t quite place.

You blink, tilting your head like you’re genuinely confused. “Do what?”

She fixes you with a look, and ugh, she really does have a fantastic glare. All icy blue and sharp edges, like she could take you apart with a single sentence if she wanted to. Unfortunately for her, you love the attention.

“Completely humiliate a senior detective,” she clarifies, placing her hands flat on the desk. “In my office.”

You scoff, flicking a strand of hair over your shoulder. “Oh, please, I didn’t ‘humiliate’ him. He humiliated himself by thinking I was just a pretty face. I just happened to be here when it happened.” You smile sweetly. “Totally not my fault.”

Alex pinches the bridge of her nose, but you see it—the tiny, tiny twitch of her lips. She’s fighting it, but oh, she wants to smile.

“You’re impossible,” she mutters.

You grin, kicking your legs playfully. “You love it.”

She doesn’t confirm or deny, which is already an answer in itself.

Instead, she leans back in her chair, studying you with a look you can’t quite read. Her gaze flicks from your face, down to your outfit —your high heels dangling lazily from your toes, the smooth line of your legs, the way your dress hugs your curves just right.

You catch it. Oh, you catch it.

Alex Cabot is checking you out.

And not in that casual, I’m just looking in your general direction kind of way. No, this is something else. This is slow. This is measured. Like she’s realizing, for the first time, that you’re not just her frustratingly hot assistant—you’re a problem.

A very distracting problem.

Heat blooms in your chest, excitement buzzing under your skin. You lean forward just a little, dropping your voice to something lower, smoother. “Alex?”

She blinks, caught off guard. “What?”

You let your lips curve into a slow, teasing smile. “You’re staring.”

Alex stiffens instantly, jaw tightening. “I am not—”

“Oh, babe, it’s okay,” you interrupt, waving a dismissive hand. “I mean, I get it. If I were you, I’d be staring at me, too.” You sigh dramatically, stretching your arms above your head again, just to push a little. “It’s just a lot of beauty to take in at once, I know.”

Alex groans, running a hand over her face like she’s questioning every decision that led her to hiring you. But she still doesn’t look away.

“Unbelievable,” she mutters under her breath.

You bite back a smirk. She’s so flustered. And the best part? She doesn’t even know what to do with it.

You stand up slowly, smoothing out your dress, making a show of it. “Well, if you don’t need me for anything else,” you say, adjusting the strap of your bag, “I was gonna head out early. I mean, unless you wanna, I dunno, grab a drink or something?”

Alex’s head snaps up.

She looks at you, really looks at you, her mouth slightly parted like you just spoke in a foreign language.

You shrug, playing it cool, even though your pulse is racing. “No pressure, obviously. Just… seems like you could use a little break. And, y’know, I’m really good at helping people unwind.” You wink. “It’s, like, a specialty.”

Silence. A beat too long.

Then, finally, Alex exhales, her expression unreadable. “Go home,” she says, but her voice is softer now. Smoother.

You smile, turning toward the door. “Whatever you say, boss.”

As you strut out, hips swaying just enough to make it count, you don’t even need to look back to know she’s watching.

Oh yeah.

This is gonna be fun.

[ncis-nerd]

I've got you babe

Ship: Olivia Benson x Reader

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

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

Word Count: 792

Miscellaneous Masterlist

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

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

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

"Oh honey.." Olivia sighed sadly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hummed in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The older woman furrowed her eyebrows.

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

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

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

"l-livie!" You squealed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[olderwomenenthusiast]

under pressure (casey novak)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You manage a breathless laugh. “Liar.”

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

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

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

“Suck,” she commands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, fuck, Casey, I’m...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[teddykisser]

Protective & Possessive

Part 2 to Our Little Family

Beautiful Things

Captain Olivia Benson x Pregnant Female Reader

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

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

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

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

Her gaze fell onto you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mine" You whimpered against her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Reap What You Sow ~Post-S21!Daddy!Olivia Benson xFem Sub!Reader

Summary— Set in post season 21, where Liv is Captain. Reader decides to tease Olivia throughout the day and smutty punishment ensues later that night when Liv can finally do something about it…

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, semi-public smut, spanking, daddy kink, degradation, praise, implied orgasm denial, degradation kink, praise kink, impact play, teasing, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your head hung low, over your shoulders and over the woman’s knees. It was after hours and you were bent over Olivia’s lap in her office. With another sharp crack to your barren ass, you jolted up slightly and let out a desperate mewl.

“Six—teen Daddy!!” You cried out.

You expect to feel another sharp smack to your ass, but instead you felt the woman’s hand gently rubbing your pink flesh.

“That’s it, such a good girl for Daddy.” Olivia cooed.

Pretty soon, her fingers trailed in between your legs and past your panties. She found your slick core, drenched in arousal, so wet it made you dizzy.

“Ooh Baby you’re soaked…” Liv purred, “Did Daddy make you this way…?”

You nodded vigorously, as one of her digits swiped through your folds.

“Yes yes all for Daddy, so wet for Daddy…!” You mewled.

After bringing her arousal coated digit up to her mouth and licking your juices clean off, the brunette gently caressed and squeezed your supple skin. Your body was left burning for more.

“Have you learned your lesson, sweetie…?” Liv condescendingly cooed.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes Daddy yes yes please…!” You pled, “I’m sorry mm sorry—!”

“Sorry for what, baby…?”

“Mmm sorry for dressing up…! Sorry for distracting you!”

“You mean, you’re sorry for dressing like a slut, right…?? Daddy’s girl can’t just show up to work dressed to whore herself out… no matter whether Daddy will see her or not…” Liv spat.

You bit your lip and tensed up, as her digits dug into your left ass check possessively as she spoke. You let out a desperate mewl and nodded swiftly.

“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry please…!! I’m sorry I’m such a slut, can’t help it Daddy!” You babbled.

Your ass was smacked with a swift Crack!! again. This one went all to your core, as you felt your juices start to leak down your thighs.

“Oooooh Seventeen D-daddy!!” You cowled.

“Beg Daddy to give you mercy.” Liv demanded.

“P-please please Daddy— I… I need you Daddy!! I need your cock or your fingers or your mouth or anything Daddy please… I’ll be good I promise, Mmm so sorry Daddy pleaseee…!!” You begged.

In one fluid motion, two of Olivia’s fingers snaked back in between your legs and slid inside your gushing cunt. They pumped and curled inside you, making your toes curl and your mouth foam. You wanted to scream in pleasure, but you bit your tongue.

“Such a good girl for Daddy…” Liv cooed lustfully.

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Olivia Benson Masterlist

[deadclownbizz]

Time for Us

This is honestly short and sweet <33 The description sounds like it's gonna be smutty but I swear it isn't

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Tropes: None rly?

Warnings: Some undressing and kissing, but nothing graphic, fluffy intimacy

Other tags: Rafael Barba’s suspenders ™ , soft Rafael 😭

Background: You’re a detective at the SVU and you’re dating Barba.

Description: You and your boyfriend, Rafael, have been busy at work and haven’t had much time for one another. While working late at his office, the two of you end up sharing a few kisses on his couch. Where do things go when you realize his office is a little too hot?

    You let out a sigh as you sat back against the couch. Looking at your phone, you realized that you and your boyfriend had been working on the case for much longer than you’d thought.

    “We’ve been at this for hours,” you sighed, scooting over to sit closer to Rafael, running one hand over his back.

    Your boyfriend let out a groan, sitting up from where he’d been leant over the papers on the table in front of the both of you. He leaned into your touch, humming softly.

    “It’s a tough case,” he complained, leaning against the back of the couch.

    As he leaned back, you let your hand slide up to rest on the back of his neck. You ran your fingers through the shorter hairs there.

    “I know,” you nodded in agreement. “That’s why I’m here, to help you with it. But,” you started, leaning in to kiss his cheek, “Neither of us are any good if we’re exhausted.”

    “You’re right,” he nodded. He closed his eyes, running one hand over his face.

    He looked tired. He’d been working so hard on the case, and you could tell it was getting to him. His tie and jacket had both been abandoned hours ago, and his suspenders no longer rested on his shoulders, but were pushed off and now hung around his waist on the couch. The top two buttons on his shirt were undone and his sleeves were both rolled up around his forearms. 

    Even when he was exhausted and overworking himself, you had to admit, the man was handsome. Sexy, even.

    You smiled to yourself at the thought, just enjoying the silence while you played with your boyfriend’s hair. His eyes opened and he looked over at you.

    “What are you smiling about?” He questioned, moving one hand to run over the leg closest to him. 

    “You just look handsome,” you answered honestly, shrugging. “Can’t I just admire my boyfriend?”

    “We’ve been here working all day, and that’s what you’re thinking about right now? Aren’t you tired of looking at me?” He hummed out curiously.

   “Nope,” you nodded, scooting in closer and using your free hand to cup his face. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”

    “Are you trying to sweeten me up for something?” He asked, eyes narrowing.

    “Can’t you just accept that I think you’re handsome?” You laughed softly, shaking your head. You leaned in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

    With no way to reply, Rafael responded by humming against your lips. He relaxed farther into the couch, pulling you closer to him. By the time you pulled away, you were nearly on his lap.

    “If you keep kissing me like that, I’ll accept just about anything you say,” he smiled, pecking your lips.

    “Sounds like a win win,” you shrugged. You moved around until you were comfortably seated on his lap. You sat sideways across his thighs, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other rested on his chest.

    “Is this part of the deal too?” He teased, one brow raised.

    “I think I could throw it in,” you returned his teasing, leaning in to once again press your lips to his.

    Rafael let one hand run over your outer thigh while the other was planted firmly on your hip. Your hand on his chest slowly drifted up until it could rest on the side of his throat, your fingertips brushing the hair on the nape of his neck.

    His hand held your hip tighter, keeping you pressed closely to him. Not that you wanted to move anyways.

    You only pulled away from his lips when you needed to get a lung full of air. You didn’t go far, though, your forehead leaning into his. The two of you took a few slow breaths as you tried to calm down. 

    “I’ve missed this,” you admitted. “We’ve both been working so much lately, we haven’t had time for us.”

    “I know,” he agreed, his voice soft. “I’m sorry.”

    “It’s not your fault, it’s both of our jobs, not just yours,” you argued, not wanting him to think you were blaming him in the slightest. It truly was just your busy work lives.

    “This weekend, when this case is over, let’s just take those days for us,” he suggested. “Nothing work related,” he added.

    “That sounds nice,” you hummed happily. “I’d really like that, Raf.”

    “Then that’s what we’ll do,” he gave a small, affirmative nod. “For now, though,” he sighed, “We really should get back to work on this case.”

    “I hate that you’re right,” you huffed. You moved off of his lap, plopping down on the couch next to him.

    “You always hate when I’m right,” he joked.

    “That’s because you’re right too often, it’s infuriating. And a lot of the time, also attractive, which makes it doubly annoying,” you complained, though there was no real disdain in your words.

    “Thank you,” he paused, “I think.” With that, he started to lean over the table to get back to work.

    You stopped him, a hand gently grabbing his shoulder.

    “Before we get back to work, can we maybe turn the AC up?” You asked, “I’m starting to feel a little hot,” you frowned, your fingers starting to undo the buttons on his shirt.

    “It’s a little hot in here,” he agreed. “But why are you unbuttoning my shirt?” He asked, his eyes narrowed.

    “Oh, no reason,” you shrugged innocently, smiling at him.

    “Okay, you’re tired and you’re getting delusional,” he teased, gently taking both of your hands in his. “Maybe we go home and get some rest, then come back to this with fresh eyes in the morning.”

    “It’s almost like I suggested that a few minutes ago,” you deadpanned. “We both need the rest, Raf, and you know it.”

    “Then let’s go home,” he nodded, standing from the couch and stretching with a soft groan. He buttoned his shirt back up and slid his suspenders back over his shoulders. 

    You stood up as well, grabbing both your coat and his, as well as his tie. Truthfully, you just wanted to get home as soon as you could.

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    “I’m not sure I’ve ever been so happy to see this bed,” you let out a dry laugh as the two of you walked into your shared bedroom. You had already discarded your shoes and both jackets at the door, so all that was left was getting undressed and ready for bed.

    “You say that every time you come home after a long day,” Rafael chuckled, rolling his neck as he undid his suspenders, putting them back into their place in the dresser.

    “Well it’s just always true,” you argued. 

    You crossed the room, only stopping when you were standing in front of Rafael. You slid your hands down his chest and stomach, carefully pulling his shirt from where it had been tucked into his pants. Once it was untucked, your hands made their way back up, stopping when they reached his top button. Much like you had done earlier in his office, you began undoing the buttons on his shirt.

    “You’re starting to make a habit of this, you know?” He teased, but made no move to stop you. His hands found your hips and rested there as you slowly undid his shirt.

    “You don’t seem to mind,” you countered, finally undoing the last button.

    “I don’t mind, not at all,” he nodded, tilting his head as he looked at you.

    You reached up, pushing his dress shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. The shirt fell into a pile on the floor behind him. Once his shirt was discarded, you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed closer to him. You tucked your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes.

    “This is exactly what I wanted,” you said softly, practically melting into his chest. “I’ve just really been missing time with you. I know we spend all day together sometimes, but we’re working. I’ve been missing you as my boyfriend and not just the squad’s prosecutor.”

    Rafael’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you even closer to his body. 

    “We both get caught up in our work,” he sighed, “I promise, we’ll make more time for us from now on. I’ve missed you too.”

    “I love you, Raf,” you spoke quietly, turning your head to place a gentle kiss on the bare skin of his shoulder.

    “I love you too, mi amor, so much,” he replied, kissing your head.

    Even if work got busy, and your only time was stolen kisses when working late, for Rafael, you knew it was worth it.

[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”

[johnmunchenjoyer]

Hiiiii !!!! I wanted to say i love that there are other Munch fans out there, Munch is one of my ultimate favourite characters and he's so underrated for some reason :[ I'm happy to see someone else appreciates him!!!

Also, if you want requests:

Perhaps something about an age gap relationship with Munch? (Im thinking like early 30s reader and later 40s / early 50s Munch). Perhaps with reader as John's partner at SVU?

OR maybe you could write something (eg. a headcanon list) about how Munch would celebrate Hanukkah?

No pressure to do either! Just if it sparks something for ya :]

Having an age gap with John Munch

Your message is soooo cute, and yeahhh I dont understand why this lovely old man isn't more hyped. sigh.... Also, Imma make another one of Munch and reader as his partner as SVU, I'm not sure if ill make one of him celebrating Hanukkah cuz im not Jewish and i worry im gonna type something wrong. (And sorry if this isn't the best, i only statt getting motivated to write something super late at night)

Took a long time of conversion, jokes and overall pinning to convince John to be in a committed relationship.

You were the one to make the first move.

Munch was super hesitant at first since he has had multiple failed marriages.

He also thought that you were just trying to make a fool out of him for fun since you were much younger.

"I know what you're doing. You're trying to make a joke out of me."

"What? Do I look like I'm joking, John?"

He will never be over the fact that someone 10-20 years younger has an eye for him.

You restored Munch's hope on the concept of love.

"Maybe I was wrong about love? Maybe love is something I could finally get behind, or maybe the chemistry in my brain has finally gone haywire?"

When you both started dating he did try to be 'young and hip' but that lasted a few days cuz you caught on.

"John, stop acting weird?"

"Am not, I'm clearly tired or somethin..."

He keeps up with some of your interests like music and TV shows on the side.

John discovers that some of the media you consume, he enjoys.

A lot of people dont approve of your relationship, but the people who know you both find it quite adorable and support it.

John's really scared your relationship will fail like his previous marriages.

Even though he's worries about the relationship, he loves to brag about you to everyone he knows.

"You know, (Y/N) actually gave me the idea of where the perp might be when I was talking to her about the case."

[sorchathered]

Requiem-Rafael Barba x reader

Summary- ADA Barba has one thing he can’t live without, fear of losing it consumes his dreams.

Warnings- smut smut smutty smut, dirty talk, language, bit of a daddy kink, just me being self indulgent and salivating over Barba.

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He should’ve known it would never be easy.

Get the girl, fall in love, live happily ever after…those were not things he’d ever expected to happen in his life. His job was grueling, the hours chaotic; how could someone be expected to sign up for that? The media scrutiny that came with his high profile career alone should have sent you running for the hills. But none of it deterred you, you kept him grounded when things got too dark, you soothed his troubled mind in a way he could have only dreamed of, and now the one thing he’d wanted more than anything was most likely being ripped from him.

It was supposed to be a simple night out, it had been a migraine inducing week and all Raphael wanted was a nice dinner and to spend the weekend buried in you. He’d texted that he was on his way to the restaurant, but no reply came from his girl. That should’ve been the first red flag. You were chronically on your phone during the work week, he had to pry it from your hands most nights to get you to rest, sometimes he even hid it on the weekends just so you would pull yourself away from your cases and take a minute to breathe. You made his level of professionalism look meager sometimes, and that was truly saying something.

On the third round of calls it picked up and he felt relief flood his system. “Amore, you had me worried! I-“

“Barba? Is that you?” His blood runs cold at the voice on the other side; Olivia Benson had your phone. “Liv- please don’t say it.” “We got a call to this location, a town car with the driver shot, signs of a struggle in the backseat.” “Text me the address.” He was already running, two blocks was nothing over something like this, his worst fear playing out before his eyes.

-

Waking with a shout, Raphael nearly falls from his bed in his Upper East Side penthouse, drenched in sweat and tangled in his fancy Egyptian cotton bedsheets. The alarm clock by his bed read 2 am, and despite his outburst you slept soundly beside him, blissfully unaware that he’d just had a nightmare that rocked him to his core. It was his worst fear, going public with your relationship meant putting you directly in the public eye; opening you up to media scrutiny and allowing anyone with a grudge against him the perfect target to send him to his knees.

He swiped the stray tears that had formed and tried to regulate his breathing, he couldn’t get his heart rate down and it felt like he was choking on the air he tried desperately to take in. You were fine, peaceful even, a serene look on your face as the lights from the New York skyline glowed across the exposed skin of your body. Gorgeous, and totally unaware of how terrified he was to lose you.

He padded down the hall to the bathroom, splashing cold water across his face, still in a daze. Hearing the door crack open, he glanced behind him in the mirror reflection. Of course you’d come to find him. He must look a mess, wild green eyes trained on you as you crossed the threshold to wind your arms around his waist, body pressed against him tightly and he finally felt himself relax.

“What’s wrong Raf? You getting sick baby?” You turned him in your arms to press a hand to his forehead and he melted into your touch, curling himself around you and nuzzling his scruff against your neck.

“Bad dream Amore, I’ll be ok.” You quirked a brow at him, you didn’t believe him a bit, he looked unmoored; his cool exterior rattled in a way you’d never seen before.

“I don't know that I believe you darling, but I’m patient. I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me. For now, what do you need?” He stroked your cheek and his eyes softened as he took you in. “You, just you.”

-

He had you in his arms and was carrying you back towards the bed immediately, soft kisses pressed to his hair as you let your hands slide around his neck. He needed this, just the closeness and love only you could provide would be enough to bring him the peace he needed. Spread out on his mattress you looked like an angel, the glow of the city illuminating your body as he undressed you in the moonlight. “Love me Rafi, let me make it better baby.” He felt a shiver roll down his spine as he sprawls across your body, chests pressed together as he takes your face in his hands and kisses you softly. You sigh as he becomes more urgent, tongue mingling with yours as his palms slide down your sides to grip your hips, pressing his hard length against you and groaning low in his throat.

You whine at the feeling, grinding your hips down into his to get more, it will never be enough until he’s filled you, but ever the tease he plays your body like a well loved instrument until he has you panting and writhing into the mattress. His cologne, the heat from his skin, the filthy words he whispers as he brings you to the edge with his hands and mouth become almost too much to bear, it has you begging him to fuck you and he can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up, his sweet girl reduced to tears over the pleasure he gives. It’s euphoric, knowing he can get you like this. No one else gets to have you this way, only him.

“You want my cock, cariño? Look at you, so good for me. Mi hermoso, mi corazón, I love you. You’re everything to me. Tell me you want it sweet angel, I’ll give you what you need.” His words felt like a brand on your skin, your heart so full for this man, he was otherworldly, truly a gift. He brought his mouth back to yours, nipping at your bottom lip as you bucked up into his hand, you couldn’t form the words it was all too much and yet you needed so much more. “Daddy please, please fuck me- need you close” you stuttered out and he freed himself from his briefs. oh he was mouth watering, toned chest slick from sweat, your eyes followed the trail of chest hair down his happy trail, whimper escaping you as you took in his thick cock in his hand, pumping slowly with mirth in his gaze as he watched you squirm. He would never admit it to anyone, but he really did love it when you called him daddy, the age gap wasn’t even that large honestly, but something about it made him impossibly harder for you, and he couldn’t be bothered to hold himself back anymore.

“Beautiful girl, you make me crazy you know that?” He said as he ran himself through your folds slowly, deliberately, before sinking himself into you and watching as your back arched off the mattress. Sliding his arms under your back he slams himself into you, setting a brutal pace that has you crying and shaking in his hold. So good, it feels so good, and he knows neither of you are going to last long at all. Pressing his thumb to your clit he watches as your release shudders through you, your pussy pulling him in like a vice and he comes deep, moaning your name against your mouth like a prayer.

You both fall asleep like that, connected as intimately as possible, and the nightmares stay away for another night. When morning comes he’ll shrug it off as if it was nothing; but in the back of his mind he’ll be making a list to update his and your security at work, and holding you a little closer than usual before he leaves for the office. It won’t ever fully leave his mind, but little moments of peace with you will make it worthwhile.

Tagging- @arcane-vagabond @attapullman @baezen @ryebecca

[flowersforjude]

Has anyone noticed how Elliot Stabler is kinda hot?

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Grown used to

Note: jealous alex, ignoring, confession, fluff.

Pairings: Alexandra Cabot × reader

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“Good morning alex!”

“Hey I got some take out, figured you probably need some food in your system after a long day” you said, smiling brightly when alex thanked you for your thoughtfulness.

“Flowers?” you peeked inside her office, holding a boquet of white roses. A habit of yours she's grown used to, until now she still wonders how you know when to get her a fresh batch of roses. Little did she know, you always kept one for yourself. So you know when the time comes that the rose wilts, it's time to buy her another. Just because.

“Coffee?” you'd peek again inside her office, always noticing when she works late. Sometimes, her cases are too tough that she stays up all night. But you knew it wasn't the exact reason why she's working overtime, yet you didn't question anything. She's entitled to her privacy, after all. So you learned to memorize how she liked her coffee, and that alone, never failed to brighten alex's day (she's not about to admit that to you but you'll live.)

“Rough day?” you asked as you entered her office, the smell of her favorite food filling alex's senses as she glanced up from the papers she was holding, her heart swelling with warmth. Her heart felt like it was about to leap from her chest at the mere thought of getting taken care of, by you. Something that was once a foreign concept to her, was now something she's grown used to, now that you're here. With you, maybe, just maybe, she can drop her icy facade and for once, just once, be herself.

“Don't be so hard on yourself, Cabot.” your voice snapping her out of her trance, as she glanced up and saw you peeking through her office. Letting out a small chuckle, you always did have a hobby catching her off guard especially when she's overworking herself. A little too much.

Once again, visiting alex's office, you peeked in as you were about to scold her again for working overtime, you saw her sleeping on her desk. Guessing she again forgot to lock her door. Her glasses were still on as you winced, thinking it might be hurting her, noticing the way it's starting to leave a mark on her face. Her hair messy, and she looked quite peaceful. If only you could photograph this moment and keep it inside your wallet forever, you would. You placed the takeout on her desk, taking off her glasses and neatly folding it and placed it back in her case. You crouched down, tucking a strand of her soft hair behind her ears as you smiled. If only she knew.

...

It all happened so quickly, after a night out with a few co workers, things began to change. You've grown more distant from alex, and it didn't take long enough for her to notice. You've been hanging out more with olivia, ever since alex introduced you to her, you've grown closer. At first, alex didn't pay much attention to it, but today, it felt off. You didn't greet her like a usual, no peeking through her door, no usual food takeouts. Nada, nothing.

Of course you felt guilty, it has only been a day and you're already whining like a child with liv. Not even a day in and you've been bothering her nonstop, pleading to spare you the guilt and deprivation of alex's attention, and drop the dare but she remained unfazed. It's only for a couple of days, it can't be that bad.

...

Seeing you with Olivia left a bitter taste on the edge of Alex's tongue, that idea alone, felt nauseating. The way you laughed and talked to her so casually whenever she's around, which happened a lot more than usual whenever she wasn't busy back in the SVU department.

Hugs here and there, you were extra clingy with her. And even though it seemed platonic, in Alex's eyes, it wasn't. She figured that maybe you were attracted to her, which almost made her lose her composure if she wasn't concerned about keeping everything professional about herself.

It took everything in her power not to snatch you away from Benson, or to corner you inside your office and force you to talk to her, anything to get something out of your mouth. She was so close on ripping you away from everyone that gets too close, to ask why you're doing this to her. You were driving her insane, she swore that one of these days, she'd finally lose it. Professionalism and image be damned.

...

It was bad, really bad. You felt guilty, everytime Alex approached you, you'll go out of your way to avoid her. Whenever she's in the same room as you, you'd turn away and leave. Whenever you make eye contact, you're the first one to look away. It stung your heart, more than you can admit. The look in her eyes whenever you avoid her, oh that expressive baby blue eyes. You're screwed.

Whether she admits it or not, Alex was used to having you around. She was so used to you, it's been two days already, and she missed the sound of your voice. Your presence inside her office, your smile, you. She misses you, deeply. So much so that she was willing to set her pride aside and talk to you, only to see you act so indifferent.

That very same day, you barged in her office at nearly midnight while she's busy packing up and getting ready to leave. Holding a boquet of white roses and a chinese takeout, hiccuping as you stumbled closer to her. Your cheeks flushed, clearly, you were in a state of intoxication. Smelling like wine, mixed with your perfume. Oh how alex missed this.

“Al—ex” you said in between sniffles, your hands shaking as you placed the boquet and takeout on her desk and pushing her back on her chair, catching her off guard.

“I'm sorry” you trailed off, trying hard form a coherent sentence despite being drunk. Hands clutching alex's button down polo as you clung onto her, as she held you in place by holding your waist firmly to stabilize your wobbling feet.

“What's gotten into you?” Alex chuckled, rising from her chair as she towered over you with her astounding height. Need less to say, you were a crying mess in her arms.

“I didn't mean to ignore you” you managed to say in between hiccups, while alex opened a bottle of cold water and placing it in between your lips, gently cupping your cheeks and made you drink. In which you obliged without hesitation, drinking the water down your throat as you looked up to meet her piercing blue eyes.

Once you were done drinking, she grabbed a tissue paper and wiped your lips. Your once tensed body, melted against her caring touch. She waited until you calmed down, then asked why you're drunk.

You explained that you were out drinking with a few friends, including benson. After a few drinks, you excused yourself and ordered a chinese takeout and luckily for you, the flowershop was about to close when you begged the elderly woman to sell her white roses to you. She made an exception, recognizing that it was the young attorney that always helped her. After that, everything was a blur, and the next thing you knew, you were already inside alex's office.

“I didn't mean to-” you paused, a deep sigh escaping your lips. You felt nervous, especially when alex was watching you with pure amusement. “I got dared to avoid you for a couple of days, since they somehow found out that I..” you trailed off.

A moment of silence

“You what? Tell me.” Alex said, unable to hide the mischief behind her eyes and the way she was smiling, something tells you that she already knows. She was just waiting for you to admit it.

“Do I have to?” you whispered, hiding your face in her neck.

“None of that, let me see your face.” alex hummed as you pulled away from her neck.

“Alex”

“Mhmm?”

“I like you, alex..” hearing those words, alex smiled.

“Now that wasn't so hard, was it?” she teased, causing you to frown. You pulled away from her, standing awkwardly as you lowered your head, feeling embarrassed to admit your feelings. Clearly, you've underestimated just how drunk you were because the next thing you knew, you fell right back in Alex's arms, passing out.

“I love you, my silly little girl.” alex whispered in your ears..

[spicyschemmenti]

BOSS MOVES ➫ alex cabot

pairing: alex cabot x sassy bimbo!fem!reader

synopsis: you push, she resists but not as much as she should. and when alex finally caves, taking you out under the guise of not taking you out, it’s only a matter of time before she stops pretending she isn’t enjoying every second of it

warnings: implied attracted, power dynamics?? teasing and playful banter, alex and reader drink wine, alex is actually a bigger tease than reader

word count: 2.2k

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The next few days at the office are your personal playground.

Alex does her best to act like nothing happened, like she didn’t throw down fifteen grand just to keep you out of some finance bro’s clutches, like you’re not pressing up against every carefully constructed boundary she’s set.

But you know better. You see it in the way her fingers tense around her pen whenever you lean too close, the way her gaze flickers to your lips when you sip your coffee just a little too slowly, the way she takes exactly two full seconds to respond whenever you call her boss in that particular tone: the one that makes the word feel like something teasing and filthy all at once.

You don’t push too hard. Just enough. Enough to keep her simmering.

You swing by her office under the pretense of needing something trivial. An approval, a signature, a pointless clarification for a report you definitely didn’t need to write in the first place. You drape yourself against the chair across from her desk, stretching just so, letting your blouse ride up the tiniest bit, watching her pointedly not look. When she finally sighs and asks, in that perfectly clipped, exasperated tone, “Do you actually need something, or are you just here to be a menace?” you only grin, tapping your lips like you’re deep in thought.

“Well,” you muse, “you did buy me. Thought I’d check in and see when you’d like to cash in.”

Alex closes her eyes for a brief, prayerful moment. Then, very slowly, she exhales and looks at you. “It’s not a date.”

“Sure, boss,” you say sweetly, ignoring the way her jaw tightens.

But she gives in. Of course, she does.

You pick the restaurant, and of course, it’s expensive. Upscale in a way that’s designed to be subtle—nothing gaudy, nothing over-the-top, just sleek, modern elegance with low lighting and plush seating, the kind of place where the air smells like expensive wine and softly seared steak, where the waiters glide rather than walk. The music is low, a slow, sultry jazz that hums through the space like a whisper against the skin.

You dress the part, naturally. A dress so silky it practically melts over your body, in a deep, rich red that makes you feel like temptation wrapped in fabric. It’s tasteful but barely—delicate straps over your shoulders, a plunging neckline that begs to be noticed, a slit up your thigh just high enough to make sitting a calculated maneuver. Your heels are sharp enough to be weapons, and you’ve slicked your lips in a shade that could kill a weaker woman.

Alex, of course, is devastating in the effortless way that only she can manage. Her suit is black, crisp, tailored just right, clinging to her in all the right places. But it’s the way she wears it that gets you. The way she carries herself, all self-assured authority and quiet confidence, like she could command a room without saying a single word.

And god, her hair? pinned up in a neat, no-nonsense bun that does absolutely nothing to stop your mind from wandering, from lingering on the elegant slope of her neck, on the smooth, tempting skin left exposed.

You catch yourself staring more than once, imagining the marks you could leave there, the way she’d tense, maybe even gasp, if you pressed your lips against that spot just below her ear—

“Enjoying yourself?” Alex’s voice cuts through your thoughts, dry, amused, and you realize, with some mix of embarrassment and delight, that she caught you.

You blink, all innocence, swirling your wine. “Immensely.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s the tiniest twitch at the corner of her lips, like she’s fighting a smirk.

The waitress comes by then, a perky brunette who practically beams when she looks between the two of you. “Oh my gosh, you two are adorable,” she gushes before either of you can say a word, hands clasped in front of her chest. “Such a stunning couple! Seriously, I love the power suit, and that dress? You guys look like a literal dream together.”

There’s a beat of silence.

You bite your lip, pressing down a grin. Alex just stares at the poor woman, so profoundly unimpressed you think she might actually be reconsidering her entire life’s choices.

The waitress, blissfully oblivious, continues, “Are you celebrating something? An anniversary? Date night?”

Alex exhales through her nose. “It’s not a date.”

You hum, tilting your head. “I did tell you people would talk, boss.”

Alex flicks her gaze to you, dark and warning, but you just sip your wine and flash an ever-so-sweet smile.

“Ohhh,” the waitress coos, clearly misreading the tension, “I see what’s happening here. You’re one of those couples. The ones who pretend it’s not a date even though it clearly is.” She winks conspiratorially at you, leaning in just a bit. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

And with that, she flits off to take another table’s order, leaving you choking back laughter and Alex looking like she’d very much like to commit a minor crime.

You prop your chin on your hand, gazing at her over the candlelit table. “Well, darling,” you tease, voice dripping with amusement, “should we pick out dessert for our definitely-not-a-date date?”

Alex exhales, rubs her temples, and mutters something under her breath that you’re pretty sure is a prayer for patience.

But.

She doesn’t deny it.

And that’s your favorite part of all.

Dinner stretches longer than either of you planned. It starts the way most things with Alex do—controlled, calculated, with her holding herself in that perfectly measured way she always does. But you know how to play the long game.

Wine flows, smooth and rich, and you keep her talking, asking just the right questions, nudging her just enough that she starts to relax. And Alex, for all her resistance, is a little looser after a few glasses in. Her suit jacket is off now, draped over the back of her chair, the first few buttons of her blouse undone like she’s finally allowing herself to breathe.

She leans into your touch more when your fingers brush over hers reaching for the wine bottle, doesn’t immediately pull away when your knees bump under the table. And best of all? She flirts back.

It’s subtle, maddeningly so. A dry remark laced with amusement, the way she tilts her head just enough to make it clear she’s watching you, the occasional slow sip of her wine while her lips curl around the glass in a way that is entirely deliberate. She’s good at this, at keeping it just out of reach, making you chase her just a little more. And you love every second of it.

By the time dessert comes, you’re both deep enough in this game that you don’t even pretend to be interested in anything but each other.

The waitress is thrilled. She practically bounces when she drops off the dessert menu, grinning wide enough to split her face in half. “I knew you two had the energy of a slow-burn romance,” she announces, clasping her hands together. “You’re, like, so cute. I mean, the chemistry? Off the charts.”

Alex groans, rubbing her temple. “Oh my god.”

“I love when two people fight the inevitable,” the waitress continues, undeterred. “Like, you think you’re just having dinner, but actually, it’s fate pulling you together. You guys are fate-coded, by the way. Just saying.”

You’re dying trying not to laugh, mostly because Alex looks like she’d rather be anywhere else on earth than listening to this woman wax poetic about your alleged romantic destiny.

“Dessert?” Alex asks, clipped, like she’s trying to fast-forward through the suffering.

The waitress nods enthusiastically. “Oh, you have to get the brownie. It’s our signature—dark chocolate, a little molten in the middle, served with fresh cream. Very shareable, if you catch my drift.”

She winks. Actually winks.

Alex exhales sharply. “Fine. Brownie. Thank you.”

She all but shoves the menu back at the poor woman, who takes it with zero offense, still beaming as she rushes off to grab your order.

You prop your chin on your hand, smirking. “You love the attention.”

Alex levels you with a look. “You are never picking the restaurant again.”

The brownie arrives a few minutes later, looking like something sinful, warm and gooey and paired with thick cream on the side. You take the first bite and practically melt in your seat.

“Okay, wow,” you murmur around your fork, closing your eyes for a second. “That’s actually obscene. You have to try.”

You hold your fork out to her in offering, half as a tease, half as an excuse to watch her lips wrap around it.

Alex watches you, expression unreadable, before sighing and obliging. She takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully, and hums—an actual, genuine hum of appreciation that does something ridiculous to your stomach.

“Alright,” she admits. “It’s good.”

You grin. “Knew you had a sweet tooth.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue.

You’re both still working through the brownie when it happens—when you get a little too into a bite, savoring the rich chocolate, and a tiny smudge of it lingers at the corner of your mouth. You don’t notice. But Alex does.

She doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you with an unreadable expression, her gaze flickering—your mouth, your lips, back to your eyes. Then, before you can process, she leans in, close enough that you feel the warmth of her body, and wipes it away with her thumb.

The touch is so gentle, her thumb dragging slow across your skin, and suddenly, all the playful teasing in the world means absolutely nothing compared to this.

Your breath catches.

Alex pulls back immediately, clearing her throat, her fingers curling like she’s surprised at herself. “You had…” She gestures vaguely. “Chocolate.”

You should say something. Tease her, keep the banter going. But your brain is static, entirely focused on the ghost of her touch, on how easily she just did that, like it was instinct.

The waitress chooses that exact moment to swing by, and of course, she saw the whole thing.

“Oh my god,” she gushes, clasping her hands over her heart. “That was so romantic. I literally felt that.”

Alex, looking vaguely like she wants to disappear, grips the edge of the table. “Please bring the check.”

You, on the other hand, are grinning like you just won the lottery.

“Sure thing,” the waitress singsongs, practically skipping away.

Alex exhales, staring at a fixed point on the table like she can will herself out of this reality.

You tilt your head, studying her, then smirk. “So.”

“No,” Alex says immediately.

“You touched me.”

Alex pinches the bridge of her nose. “I swear to god—”

“You caressed me, actually,” you continue, pushing your luck, watching the way her jaw tightens. “Could’ve just told me I had something on my face, but nooo, you had to be all gentle about it.”

Alex doesn’t respond. Just signals for the check like her life depends on it.

But still, she doesn’t deny it.

And that is definitely your favorite part of all.

The check arrives, and Alex is immediately reaching for it, like paying will somehow erase the past ten minutes from existence. You watch with your chin propped on your hand, delighted, because she’s rattled in that rare, quiet way—lips pursed, brows drawn, but not with irritation. No, this is different. This is Alex processing, recalibrating, fighting whatever it is she felt just now.

And you? You’re basking in it.

She doesn’t look at you while she hands over her card, her posture stiff in that painfully controlled way, and it’s so funny, so adorable, that you have to press your lips together to keep from outright laughing.

The waitress returns, handing Alex her card back with a knowing smile. "Come back soon, okay? And next time, hold hands or something. For me."

Alex’s eye twitches. "Goodnight."

You laugh as you both step outside into the crisp night air. The city hums around you—soft streetlights, a few distant car horns, the scent of rain lingering from earlier. It’s nice. Quiet.

Alex exhales, rolling her shoulders like she’s shaking off the entire evening. "That was awful."

You smirk, nudging her playfully. "You had fun."

"I tolerated it."

"You caressed me, Alex."

"Oh my god."

"You gazed at me. Longingly. You—”

Alex cuts you off by stepping abruptly into your space, close enough that the words die in your throat. Your heart stutters, but you hold your ground, chin tilting in challenge.

She leans in, voice lower now, smoother. "If I did any of that, it wasn’t longing," she murmurs, head tilted just slightly, eyes locked onto yours. "It was strategy."

And just like that, the entire game shifts.

Your breath catches, the playful banter suddenly charged, the air between you crackling with something far less innocent. Alex holds your gaze for a beat longer, letting the tension sit, before she smirks—actually smirks—and steps back like she didn’t just unravel you in two sentences.

You blink, stunned, then let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. "You’re dangerous."

Alex shrugs, the ghost of amusement playing on her lips. "And yet, here you are."

She starts walking toward her car, and after a second, you follow, still buzzing, still reeling.

You don’t hold hands.

But as you slide into the passenger seat, you swear she glances at your mouth again.

And maybe—just maybe—she’s thinking about chocolate too.

tags:

@eyecandy111

@iwoulddieforher

@undercoverprentiss

@colourfulbisexualities

@babyboyhotchner

[ncis-nerd]

Unwrap Me, Daddy.

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

18+ only!!

Ship: Olivia x Reader

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

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

18+ only!!

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

Y/N: 1 attachment.

Y/N: “Unwrap me, Daddy”

Olivia: seen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[otissbluebearshirt]

Can we get an Only 1 Bed fic- for whoever you first think of

The Motel - [ Sonny Carisi ]

Summary: You and Sonny arrive at your motel only to find out that your room…only has one bed

Word Count: 2435

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

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It was late by the time you and Sonny arrived in Pennsylvania. Too late to do anything other than check into the nearest, cheapest motel and hopefully get a few hours of sleep before you had to head off again to track down your suspect. Normally in cases like this, you’d have both gotten your own rooms to venture off to sleep in, despite having been partners for years and experienced a hell of a lot more together than a simple slumber party.

However this time, things were a little bit different in that particular department. For starters, the motel you’d come across was small. Like a mere handful of rooms, kind of small, meaning that by the time you had arrived and checked in, there was only a single room left on the entirety of the property.

It wasn’t that surprising honestly, given that it was the time of year when everyone was venturing off on their road-trip vacations and stopping to sleep in every single town they passed through. It didn’t bother you either. You were that exhausted you could have happily slept on a log on the side of the road if it meant getting to close your eyes for even just a brief minute.

Luckily, that wasn’t the case here as you’d managed to secure that last room for yourselves. There was only one slight problem, though. One you didn’t see coming and one the check-in clerk had seemingly forgotten to mention. Or he had simply assumed you and Sonny were a couple therefore neglected to, and that was…

There was only one bed.

“The check-in guy didn’t think to mention that?” Sonny muttered with a minor grievance the second he followed you inside the rather stagnant motel room, closing the door behind him and sliding the safety chain securely into place.

By the time he turned around, you had already set your bag on the large double bed and taken your coat and shoes off, your toes wiggling against the worn-out old carpet as you stretched them out from being stuck in your boots for almost a full twenty-four hours. He glanced around him as you did, his lips falling minutely as he reluctantly set his bag atop the small, barely even a couch, loveseat that he gazed questionably at.

Now there’s something that would be less comfortable than a roadside log, that much he was certain of.

“I guess I’ll take the couch,” Sonny exhaled, slipping his arms from within the soft warmth of his coat as you spun around to face him, your brow furrowing deeply as your eyes landed on the ‘couch’ in question.

You let out a laugh, “Sonny, are you crazy? You’re like seven feet tall, there’s no way that will be comfortable… You take the bed, let me sleep there.”

Lifting your bag from the bed, you moved towards him and picked his up from the arm of the chair, holding it out for him to take. He refused, causing you to sigh exasperatedly as you shook it, widening your eyes to try and encourage his stubborn ass to take it from you.

“Absolutely not,” Sonny protested, raising his hands up as though he were surrendering — when in reality it was simply to stop you from shoving the bag into them. “My mother would smack me upside the head if she found out that I made you sleep there.”

“Who’s gonna tell her?” You tilted your head questionably, finding amusement when Sonny simply frowned in response. He hadn’t thought about that. You set the bag down, its weight from whatever the hell was in it causing your arm to grow numb, and you chuckled, “That’s what I thought. Now move your skinny ass, okay, I’m perfectly capable of sleeping on a couch for a couple of hours.”

Like a child, Sonny shook his head and refused to move so much as an inch away from the couch. He even shoved you away and instead directed you back over to the bed, the back of your legs hitting against it frame and causing you to lose your balance. You fell onto it softly, the springs squeaking beneath you as you straightened and did nothing but watch Sonny lift a blanket from the back of the couch and begin unfold it.

Even the blanket didn’t look big enough to fully cover him, and you knew he wouldn’t sleep so much as a wink tonight if he stayed there. But you also knew it would be pointless to keep arguing with him. He was stubborn, and proud, and you were far, far too tired to keep going relentlessly back and forth with him. So instead you gave in, unzipping your bag with a quiet sigh and grabbing what you needed before heading for the bathroom.

When you ventured back out after doing your nightly routine as best you could, Sonny was already lying rigid on the couch, like he was afraid to move so much as an inch incase the blanket slipped off the small part of him it actually covered. You deposited your stuff into your bag in silence then sat down on the edge of the bed, folding your arms as you drew your eyes along the entire length of his body.

“Sonny, seriously…” You began, gaining his attention and noticing the way he seemed surprised to see you. As though he’d been hoping to be ‘asleep’ by the time you got back in order to avoid the very conversation you were about to begin. “The entire lower half of your legs are hanging over the arm of that couch, will you please let me sleep there?”

“No way, alright? I’m fine,” Sonny replied, almost sternly as he shuffled a little more then sighed contently — which was obviously forced as boy was he uncomfortable. “See, I’ve already got myself settled.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, it really looks like it.”

“Will you just forget about me and get some sleep, please?” Sonny gestured to the bed, “You’re running on fumes and besides, we’ll only be here for a couple hours anyway.”

“Fine,” You sighed, standing up from the bed and rounding it to the side furthest from the door.

You pulled back the covers, giving the bottom sheet a quick once over for any stains or creepy crawlies that may be lurking beneath it. You were honestly tempted to pull out a black light and check it properly, but then again you’d rather not think about what that would reveal and instead, decided to just bite the bullet and get into it. Only, before you could slip in between the cold, crisp sheets, you caught sight of Sonny stretching. He let out a rather rough sounding groan as he did…then nearly wrecked the coffee table by almost falling off the couch.

“If this is how it’s going to be with you all night, then I’m going to go out and sleep in the car,” You said, folding your arms as you peered over at him, watching as he fixed himself back into the cushions and glanced towards you apologetically. He then grew stiff as a board — as though he were afraid to move should you shout at him again. You let out a soft sigh, your shoulders sinking as you dropped your arms back down to your sides. “Sorry, I get cranky when I’m tired.”

“I know,” Sonny said, shifting a little and trying his hardest not to showcase it. But you saw him. He wasn’t at all subtle and you could easily notice the slight grimace to his features when he moved the wrong way and his calf began to tense up.

“Sonny, you’re clearly uncomfortable,” You said, fiddling with the sleeves of the hoodie you always wore to bed at the thought of speaking your next words out loud. But you knew you had to. You wouldn’t sleep at all if you knew he would be spending the entire night like this. “If you’re not gonna let me take the couch, then… Why don’t you join me?”

Sonny nearly choked on his own saliva, “I’m sorry?”

“Sleep in the bed with me. It’s big enough,” You said, gesturing to the large bed that would be far more comfortable for a man of his height. And Sonny knew it. He’d been eyeing it up from the moment he entered the room, yet he still almost looked like he was about to throw up. At that you raised your eyebrow, your tone turning playful so quickly, it almost gave you whiplash. “What? Are you scared your mother might find out you’re sleeping with a girl?”

“My mother? Nah, but my grandma…” Sonny widened his eyes a little as he shook his head, not even wanting to imagine his grandmothers reaction. “She’s a lot more traditional than I am and sleeping in the same bed as a woman I’m not seeing is…

“Against her Catholic beliefs?”

Sonny scoffed, “You have no idea.”

“Well I’m not gonna tell her,” You said, climbing into the bed and resting on your knees. “And I know you’re definitely not gonna tell her, so why not? We’re both adults. We’re perfectly capable of sleeping in the same bed together if it means we both actually get a few decent hours of sleep.”

“I mean… I guess,” Sonny said hesitantly, scratching at the back of his head as he sat up, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered terribly at the thought of finally getting to sleep beside you. He stood up, his heart warming at the unintentionally sweet smile you gave him as he crossed the room towards you in a few long strides. He pulled back the other side of the covers, waiting until you’d settled yourself before he made his move to climb in beside you, where he immediately joked, “You better keep your hands to yourself otherwise I’m arresting you.”

You chucked softly, “I think I can manage that.”

Sonny couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he fell deeper into the sheets that covered you both. He already felt about a hundred times comfier than he had been on the couch, exactly like you’d guessed he would be now that he could stretch out fully. Even despite the poor quality of mattress the two of you lay side-by-side atop, the middle of which was completely free of space with the way you both hugged the edge of it, as though you were afraid to so much as brush fingers given the unspoken feelings you both had for one another.

It wasn’t that you were purposely keeping them to yourselves for the sake of misery, it was more of a… Neither of you fully realised that the other one felt the same. Everyone else did, though, it wasn’t hard to. You were both practically a couple already despite your hesitance to share a motel room, yet the two of you were simply too blind to see it. But that didn’t mean you both couldn’t feel it. It was so thick in the air around you that it would be impossible not to, but whether or not you both truly picked up on it whilst conscious was the the sixty-four million dollar question.

Subconsciously, however, well… That was a completely different story and not at all a surprising one.

You didn’t realise it until you woke up about four hours later, but you had drifted dangerously close to Sonny in your sleep. Or he’d drifted closer to you. Maybe even both. You weren’t overly sure who was at fault here. All you knew was that you were both now smack bang in the middle of the bed, your legs somehow tangled together and Sonny’s long arm draped loosely over your body. Even your head was resting on his chest, feeling as it gently rose and fell beneath you with each quiet, slumber-ridden breath he took.

You felt your cheeks heat up the split second you realised what — who — your pillow was. You had no idea how you’d even managed to grow so close to him. You were normally a pretty still sleeper so to find yourself so far from where you’d started was honestly somewhat of a shock to you. All you really knew was that you needed to move before Sonny woke up and found you like this, otherwise you’d never live down the embarrassment you’d get over him realising that you’d all but used him as a teddy bear.

“What’s going on?” Sonny mumbled, his sudden, sleepy voice making you freeze in your attempts at untangling yourself from his long and lanky limbs. He cracked open one eye, glancing down at you with such a softness that you almost melted against him, a wave of…God, literally everything you could feel at once washing over you at being caught in this position. “You tryna escape me, darlin’?”

Darlin’. Fuck, if you hadn’t been melting already, you certainly would be now.

“I don’t know how I ended up so close to you, I’m sorry,” You mumbled almost frantically, attempting to pull yourself away from him only for Sonny to tighten his arms around you.

“Don’t go anywhere,” He whispered, seemingly wide awake now as he raised his hand, drawing his knuckles lightly down the side of your face. “Stay with me.”

“Sonny, I don’t…”

“Stay,” His thumb landed on your lips and you fell silent, his eyes gazing into yours in a way that gave you such intense butterflies. “Please.”

All you could in response was nod your head and smile as you didn’t trust your own voice not to give you away, especially with the thick lump that was currently trying to force itself up your throat and escape out into the air. Sonny’s own lips curled up softly as he easily tugged you closer to him, feeling as your arm tightened across his chest and you positioned your head beneath his chin. He tilted his own down to glance at you, nothing but the top of your head visible to his tired eyes and even in that moment…

Even with him being half asleep and out of his mind, just having you this close to him without him even having to try hard to get you there, was like his entire heart had exploded in his chest. He smiled again, leaning down and without taking so much as a single second to think about it, he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head and whispered,

“Perhaps one bed isn’t so bad, after all.”

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Our Little Family

Beautiful Things

Captain Olivia Benson x Pregnant Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Pregnancy, Crying, Kissing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst/Self Doubt, Suggestive Themes, Slight Smut Towards End.

Your hand knocked on her door. You loved your wife and you couldn't wait to share the good news with her.

The two of you have been trying to get pregnant and start a family together.

"Come in" Olivia's eyes attention shifted to the knock on her door. You entered, closing the door behind you.

Olivia's face warmed up when she noticed it was you who had knocked. "Hi my love, what can I do for you right now?" Olivia was in the middle of signing papers, but motioned for you to sit down. "Anything bothering you?" She asked, signing as she spoke.

"Um-" You hesitated.

Olivia's demeanor changed when she picked up on your subtle anxiety. Your hands went to pull at the excess skin on your nails.

Olivia's hand grazed your cheek, she raised an eyebrow at you.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?" She paused, giving you a moment to speak.

"Are you busy?" You asked.

"I'll never be too busy for you," she reassured. She placed her pen down. You had Olivia's full attention, she waited for you to explain what was going through your mind.

You were nervous, what if she had changed her mind? What if she didn't want to have a baby with you anymore? What if she didn't love you anymore? Your eyes began to water. You bit your lip to hold back the tears.

Olivia looked at you, trying to figure out what was going on as you bit your lip. "What's going on in that head of yours, darling?" Olivia spoke softly, nodding. "Take a deep breath, sweetheart," she reassured you, moving closer to you, reaching a hand out toward yours to see if you'd want to take it.

"I feel a bit nauseous" You admitted, hoping she'd pick up your hints.

"Nauseous?" Olivia's voice was filled with concern. She got up and walked over to you, resting a hand on your shoulder. "What do you need? Water, medicine?"

You spoke your head "No, liv" you sighed, bringing your hand to rub your temple. You were starting to get frustrated.

"Alright...then what can I do to help you?" Oliva's hand moved to your face, gently caressing your cheek. She looked at you with genuine concern, wanting to help.

"Hear me liv, you're not hearing me" You groaned.

Olivia started to get worried "My love, I'm trying to. Please tell me what's wrong" Olivia spoke softly, sitting on the edge of her desk so she could be a bit closer to you. She moved her hand to her lap, waiting for you to explain.

You nodded "You know how we have been trying to have a baby, right?"

"Yeah..." Olivia's eyes widened, trying to connect the dots.

"I'm nauseous liv..." You paused.

"Are you..are you saying you think you're..." she trailed off, hoping you would fill in the blank.

"Liv, we're having a baby. I'm pregnant" You whispered, your eyes glistened as a stray tear escaped your eyelid.

"Oh my- oh my gosh, that's amazing! Did you take a test yet or were you waiting for me, darling?" Olivia hugged you, holding you in her arms.

You shook your head "Wanted to wait for you liv."

Olivia stood up in a flash, taking hold of your hand. "Let's go get a few. I'm going to grab a few. We'll go to the bathroom, and then go home. We'll figure this out, okay?"

"Wait liv-" you chuckled. "We're at work, are you sure you can just leave right now?" You looked up at her.

"I can leave Rollins in charge, this is important. We don't have an active case right now so I'm comfortable leaving" Olivia nodded.

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You and Olivia are at home, she bought some tests at the store. "Would you like me to come in with you, my love? Or do you want me to wait outside?" Olivia spoke softly, caressing your cheek.

"I'd prefer if you waited out here" You nodded. You felt a bitembarrassed, Liv had seen you naked a bunch of times but this was different.

Olivia turned to face the entrance of the bathroom, as you closed the door. She waited for you to finish, wanting to give you your space. She was bouncing up and down with excitement, biting her lips again, trying to hold back.

You take a deep breath, "here it goes" you say shakily. This could be it, the start to a beautiful life with Olivia.

Olivia wanted to know the results so badly, but she stayed outside until you called for her.

Her heart was beating fast and she had a massive smile on her face, excited to hear the news. She'd been wanting to start a family with you for a few months now, and she was so over the moon that it might actually be happening.

A few minutes passed, there was silence.

Olivia was still waiting outside the bathroom door, but you had been so quiet. "Are you alright in there?" She called out after a moment. She couldn't stand not knowing what the result was.

Sobs filled the air.

Hearing your cries through the door, Olivia got more and more worried. "Darling? Are you okay?" She tried the door again, but it was locked.

You opened the door. Olivia was greeted by your skaily figure, tears streaming down your face.

Seeing your eyes red and puffy, Olivia wanted to wrap her arms around you immediately. "What's wrong?" She asked softly, not seeing the tests in front of her just yet.

"Liv... we're having a baby" you sniffled, you were so happy. You felt overwhelmed with joy.

Olivia felt her whole world stop. We're having a baby. Her eyes widened, and the smile on her face grew so big it almost hurt. Her lips met your forehead, this what everything she ever wanted and more. "Are you serious? You're- we're-" she couldn't find the words.

Your lips met hers as you brought her hand to rest on your stomach.

Olivia held your stomach, gently rubbing it, feeling a wave of emotions hit her. You two were going to be parents, an actual family.

After a second, she pulled you into a hug, her head rested on your shoulder as she squeezed you tightly. "I can't believe this is really happening..."

"Me neither livie..." You mumbled against her.

Olivia held you close, still in disbelief that this was real. She gently pulled away, looking you in the eyes. "I love you so much." She said softly, not sure what else to say.

Your eyes darkened. You pressed your lips against hers once more.

Olivia wrapped her arms around you, kissing you back gently. She held you in the middle of the bathroom, enjoying the feeling of your lips on hers. This was a moment she'd never forget.

A soft moan escaped your lips. As you deepened the kiss, Olivia moved a hand to the back of your neck, gently grasping a handful of your hair. She pulled you closer, not wanting the kiss to end anytime soon.

Your lips trailed down her neck. In response, Olivia tilted her head back, enjoying the feeling of your lips against her skin. Goosebumps started to rise on her arms. Olivia's hand moved to the back of your head. She leaned against the wall as you moved down her neck.

"Liv" you whined softly against her.

"Mmm.. fuck baby" Liv groaned.

You attempted to take control of the situation, pushing your body against hers. Olivia knew she was still in charge. She had a grip on your hair, moving her head further back to give you more space. She let out a soft moan, allowing you to explore this newfound power for a bit.

You inched closer to Olivia, feeling her hands rest on your waist. Your lips worked on her neck.

Olivia bit her lip to stiffle her moan. She closed her eyes, enjoying you. Your lips trailed kisses on her neck, sucking softly on her skin, taking it between your teeth.

"Sweetheart... you need to stop that," Olivia said softly, knowing that if you continued, she wouldn't be able to restrain herself.

"Livie" you whined.

"Oh, my sweet girl.. You do not know the effect you have on me right now.." Olivia groaned, getting more turned on by the second.

"Mm..." You continued to nip at her neck.

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Protective & Possessive (Part 2 to Our Little Family)