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multifandomme · 2 months ago

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Respite

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Female Reader

Summary: Olivia learns what it's like to be denied.

Genre: Smut, (orgasm denial, praise, choking, light humiliation, oral sex, fingering), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 1k.

This piece is for day 3 of kinktober under the 'denial' prompt.

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The bullpen was eerie come nightfall, silent, the murk occluded only by the dim orange of desk lamps. Olivia’s frame lurked behind the frosted glass of her office like a shadow, creeping slowly until she emerged in the doorway with a lust-filled stare. She should have been home by now, though in typical Olivia fashion, her mind had been rattled by a particularly harrowing case.

You knew why she had requested your presence, working under the pretence that it was comfort that she was seeking, though it never seemed to end that way. And, predictably, when the thunderous slam of the door echoed behind you, her lips sprung to meet yours in a heated exchange.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” she mumbled, her words vibrating against your lips, too impassioned to break contact for even a second.

You hummed in accordance, your hands peeling the clothes from her body, feet stumbling clumsily until Olivia’s back found the edge of her desk.

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” You husked, seductively, your teeth quick to pluck at her bottom lip, tearing a whine from her.

A month ago, Olivia had been adamant that this clandestine arrangement was to exist as nothing more than a one-night stand, a meaningless fling to be passed off as a moment of weakness. The irony existed in the way that she had broken her own rule, fated to be called to her office most nights of the week, her muffled groans bleeding out into the empty bullpen.

“You were gone for two days,” she breathed, her hand wrangling with yours until she had successfully dragged your palm against her silk-clad pussy, wetness tainting your fingertips. “Feel it,” she urged, “that’s what you do to me.”

The reality of her arousal forced your stomach into flexion, a tinge of delight thrumming deep inside of you with persistence. But, it was Olivia that captured your undivided attention, her eyes silently pleading with you as she widened her thighs, bracing for her inevitable ruin.

“You’re fucking dripping,” you smirked, two digits etching tight circles across the growing patch of damp, a gasp emitting from her in response. “Pathetic.”

“No,” Olivia whimpered, weakly, her sense of conviction rendered futile the moment her hips jogged forward in search of further contact, her thighs quivering uncontrollably.

“Such a pity, isn’t it?” You cooed, your fingers ghosting her clit so softly that Olivia’s features twisted into an expression of pain, agony almost. “You just can’t seem to get off without me,” you riled, faux sweetness lilting your tone, “you need my hands on you, my fingers in that pretty pussy of yours, don’t you?”

The question hung in the silence, unanswered, groans of frustration falling from her lips each time she drove forward just to feel you retreat in avoidance.

“Please,” she sobbed out, her fists knocking mildly against your chest in a feeble protest. “Please, touch me, do anything.”

Her pleas only filled you with zeal, ultimately deciding to submit to her demand for the moment, your ulterior plan fated to remain hidden for the time being.

“Move and you lose,” you stated, sternly, Olivia’s eyes twinkling with excitement at the prospect of a challenge, a victorious smile upturning her mouth.

Slender digits breached the hem of her panties, softened motions calling a fresh wave of arousal into existence. Olivia clung to you with unyielding force, the grave reality of having her pleasure stripped from her keeping her fixed in position. She wanted to flail, to buck, to manipulate your fingers into the depths of her, but she knew better than to break the rules.

“You’re gonna make me-”

“Not yet,” you growled, insistently, your motion ebbing away as a means of reminding her what was at stake. “You’re going to wait until I tell you,” you affirmed, your free hand lifting to cinch at her throat, a guttural moan blurting from her. “You’re going to be a good girl and follow the rules, hm?”

Olivia nodded, albeit weakly, the pursing of her lips only reiterating the hastening approach of her downfall. Abruptly, you stuffed your fingers into her soaking pussy, observing intently as she spluttered against the simultaneous tightening around her neck. And, you pounded relentlessly, your eyes never straying from her, searching for any sign that she was about to crumble and subsequently defy you.

“I’m gonna cum,” she rasped, frantically, her eyes widening all of a sudden. “Please, let me cum, please.”

In an instant, you ripped yourself away from her, basking in her dissatisfaction as she scowled, her chest heaving, gaze afire. A wry chuckle emanated as you studied the visceral torment that plagued her, resettling yourself before her until your knees met the wood beneath.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you cooed, her panties yanked down to encircle her ankles as you drew in close, your tongue sneaking out to savour the taste of her. “You’re just too fun to play with.”

Still reeling from the callous denial you had orchestrated, Olivia opted to stay quiet, inwardly curious as to what else you had planned at her expense. The thoughts were soon licked away by the feeling of your tongue lapping ardently against her clit, her body jolting wildly in response to the newfound stimulation.

The dulling remnants of incomplete euphoria soon reawakened, Olivia’s fingernails clawing at your scalp as she willed you on from above. Her hips established a methodic pace, manipulating your mouth with precision, her own hanging open as she peered downwards through half-lidded eyes. Undeniably, it was a sight at which to marvel, positively entranced by the sounds that flung free of her. And yet, nothing compared to the beauty of her desperation, the feral despair that took her under when she was forsaken to be unfulfilled, made to wait.

“Please, fuck,” she whispered, urging you further against her pussy as her body grew rigid, wound tight, her collapse imminent as her knees began to buckle beneath her weight. “Can I?” She cried out, entirely afflicted by the temptation that ailed her, that ran rabid inside of her with nowhere to go.

You halted, a devilish smirk fused to your lips as you regarded her towering form from below, her body trembling visibly, violently, hands bunched into fists of rage.

“No,” you concluded, swiping her arousal from your chin, the taste of her bound to prevail. “But good girls wait, don’t they?”

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#law and order svu #svu #svu fanfiction #l&o svu #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson #olivia benson x you #kinktober 2024 #law and order special victims unit #law and order fanfiction #olivia benson x female reader

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unhingedfemmecontent · 11 months ago

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"season one Olivia Benson is so hot" "season 3 Olivia Benson is so hot.”

you all are children grow up Olivia Benson has never not been hot.

like hello

#lesbian #wlw #lesbians #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order fanfiction #olivia benson #svu #bensler

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naturesapphic · 7 months ago

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I’d love an angst/comfort filled Olivia Benson x reader if you’re willing!

Olivia pulls reader into her office after noticing she’s been a little off, distant and disengaged with the rest of the squad. Reader reluctantly opens up on an incident from a couple of days prior, at a school reunion. (Incident being someone made unwanted advancement at reader, groping her and making her touch them.) She tells Olivia nothing more happened because she finally broke free and left. She starts crying from all the overwhelming emotions and Olivia reminds her she did nothing wrong and is there for her.

High School Reunion

Olivia benson x fem!reader

Warnings: groping, little bit of SA, Olivia being a protective sweetheart

Olivia knows you. Too well to be exact. You are her best detective and her partner. She knows you inside and out and knows that something isn’t right. You’ve been distant and quiet from everyone, especially her. She wants to give you your space but ever since you’ve been back from your high school reunion it’s been like you’ve completely changed into a different person. “Y/n? Can you come inside my office for a second please?” She called out for you.

You slowly got up from your desk and walked over to her. She gave you a loving look and helped you inside as she shut the door. She motioned for you to sit on the couch and she followed behind, sitting close to you but not too close since she wants to give you some space. “What’s been going on? You’ve been distracted and barley been focusing. You know you can tell me anything.” She gently asked you and your eyes fill up with tears. You didn’t mean for all this to happen. You were trying to stay normal about it but of course your boss/girlfriend would know something was up.

She’s a captain and before that she was a detective! You couldn’t hide anything from her. Olivia noticed how your eyes filled up with tears and she felt her heart drop. She didn’t understand what happened but she was going to figure out soon. “You know you can tell me anything y/n/n…” she said as she gently grabs your hands in hers and gives you a reassuring look. You take a deep breath in and you start to tell her what happened.

~ flashback ~

Today you were going to your high school reunion. You let liv know about where you were going as she let you get off work since there was no new cases to worry about. You were a bit hesitant to go without her but you knew she had a bunch of paperwork to do so hopefully in the next one she could make it.

Walking into your old high school felt so weird. You couldn’t believe ten years has past by so quickly but at the same time you could. You saw some of your old classmates and friends and went over to them to mingle. After awhile you felt a presence staring at you from afar. You turned around and saw that a boy from your school was eyeing you up and down.

You knew that years ago that he had a big crush on you but he never made any attempts to do anything about it but honestly you were glad he didn’t. You always got a bad feeling from him and you still do now. Feeling uncomfortable, you tell your friends you are going to head to the bathroom right quick. You head inside the ladies room and splash some water on your face.

You hear the bathroom door open and assume it’s one of your friends checking on you but it’s the boy from earlier. You felt your whole body freeze up as he comes closer. You can see him talking but you don’t hear anything besides the beating of your own heart thumping in your ears. He comes up behind you and starts groping your everywhere and make unwanted advances and movements towards you.

You felt so disgusted but yet your body still wouldn’t let you move. You felt his hand grab yours and you look down to where he was going and your eyes widen. You snatched your hand away and turn around to slam your foot against his balls. He screams out and falls to his knees, grabbing his area while you flee out of the bathroom.

You didn’t tell your friends or teachers goodbye as you run out of there as fast as you could. What would the squad think of you? What would Olivia think? Will she leave you? You couldn’t think straight as you ran towards your car and drive home.

~ flashback over ~

“Nothing more happened before I broke free, but that’s what happened…I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner!” You say as you start crying hysterically. Olivia pulls you into her strong comforting arms and holds you close. “Hey hey shhhh…you did nothing wrong babygirl…I’m so proud of you.” Olivia whispers against your ear. “You have nothing to be ashamed about princess…” she spoke again and you nod against her as your cries turn into little sniffles.

You raise your head up and look into her eyes. She flashes you a small but reassuring smile that everything will be alright. Finn opens the door and his eyes widens at the scene of your red teary face and the look of anger in Olivia’s eyes. “Everything alright?” Finn asks as he looks between the two of you. “We’re fine. Just another case we have to do.” Olivia states as she pulls you closer to her side and gives Finn a little nod that he understands and recuperates.

Finn closes the door and Olivia puts her attention and focus back on you. “We are going to find and get this guy I promise my love. No one hurts you and gets away with it.” She says with a hint of sternness in her voice but not directed towards you. Never. You nod and snuggle in closer to her, you knew that y’all have loads of paperwork to do but those will be done later. Right now, Olivia will hold you however long you want. She will always be there for you, every step of the way.

A/n: thank you for this request anon and I hope you like it! And I hope the rest of y’all enjoy it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

#olivia benson x fem!reader #olivia benson x you #olivia benson fluff #oli #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson one shot #olivia benson headcanon #olivia benson #mariska hargitay imagine #mariska hargitay x reader #mariska hargitay #law and order imagine #law and order fic #law and order fanfiction #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #svu fic #svu

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p3ndeja6 · 6 months ago

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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”

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oneshotnewbie · 4 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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flowersforjude · 7 months ago

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Has anyone noticed how Elliot Stabler is kinda hot?

#watching svu and he's just...#and he's not my usual type #at least I don't think so???#someone explain #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #elliot stabler #elliot stabler x reader #fanfiction

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mlmxreader · 5 months ago

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Guard | Elliot Stabler x gn!reader

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

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

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, violence, minor injury

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Nobody was happy about it.

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

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

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

Never.

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

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

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

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

"How you feelin'?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It cut deeper than anything else he had thought of.

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

You nodded slowly. "You sure?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You'd do that?"

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

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

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

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

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mollycabot · 7 months ago

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Casey x sister reader

Messed with the wrong person

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Olivia called Elliot who was back at the station.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At trial

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

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

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

#casey novak x reader #fanfic #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson #casey novak #elliot stabler #law and order fanfiction #law and order x reader

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countrymusiclover · 6 months ago

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Detective Stabler's Daughter

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

1 - Professor Reid

2 - Coffee Thank You

3 - The First Date

4 - Calling the BAU

5 -

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Comments really appreciated ❤️

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storiesofsvu · 3 months ago

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Princess Treatment

Terry Bruno x reader x Joe Velasco Warnings: language, alcohol, smut, threesome, oral, blowjobs, a little bit of spit, a little bit of semi derogatory praise/dirty talk, dirty talk, cum. I cannot believe this idea sat in the drafts for so long lol. This is also the first time I've written smut in a while so here's hoping it lives up to y'all's expectations lol. <3 5.5k

Being sent out of town for a work conference usually meant a private nice hotel room, a break from shitty precinct coffee and overcrowded bull pens and an excuse to indulge in good food since you could expense it later. While most of that applied to this case, there was still a bit of overcrowding. Due to a little bit of miscommunication back in New York and the hotel being fully booked up on their end, you’d ended up sharing a room with both Bruno and Velasco. At the very least, you were all friends and comfortable around each other that there wasn’t any awkwardness and the boys were nice enough to give you the ‘princess treatment’ and let you have the second bed to yourself the first two nights.

A day of lectures, speeches, networking and a fancy dinner later you’d retreated to cocktail hour at the hotel lounge. Work mode was still engaged, meandering around the bar pretending to be interested in the conversations when all you really wanted was to get a nice buzz on and hopefully get back to the room before the boys so you could take care of yourself and actually have a decent sleep tonight. On top of sharing the space and paper thin walls, the air conditioning was feeble at best and that certainly wasn’t helping combat the summer Arizona heat. You were finally able to pull yourself away from a far too long winded conversation to refill your drink before disappearing back upstairs. Letting yourself into the hotel room you let out a sigh, leaning back against the closed door as your eyes shut for a moment of peace now that you were finally alone.

Though your eyes flew open at the sound of a sultry giggle and your heart leapt in your chest when you realized you could hear the shower running. You reached for the door handle, thinking you’d caught one of the boys in the act as your eyes darted around the room for evidence before there was a thump on the wall that connected to the next hotel room, followed by the same giggle and you let out a breath. It was just the neighbours getting busy. You noticed Terry’s dress shirt tossed onto a space chair and deduced that he was the one in the shower, a soft rock playlist echoing from inside the bathroom that was much more on brand for him than Joe. Kicking off your shoes, you yanked down your dress pants to pull on your pj shorts, tossing your shirt in the direction of your suitcase, leaving you in the bralette you were planning on sleeping in to combat the heat.

As you settled on your bed and flicked on the television there was another thump on the wall behind your head, another small laugh followed by a muffled conversation. A moment later and instead of a giggle it was a soft moan and you couldn’t help but let out a groan, rolling your eyes. Incredibly thankful for your still full cocktail you picked it up off the nightstand, downing half of it as the noises on the other side of the wall continued to get more frequent. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together as you shifted on the bed, while the noises weren’t exactly welcomed, they were increasing the already heightened libido you’d been fighting off this weekend. Glancing toward the bathroom door you started to wonder when Terry had gotten in the shower and just how long he planned on being in there for. There was another moan on the other side of the wall, followed by a few soft swears and a little whimper and you felt yourself tingle in ways you were very much trying to avoid. You tugged your lip into your mouth, glancing toward the bathroom once again and were just about to slip your fingers into the waist band of your shorts when a beep echoed from the door and you nearly jumped, reaching out for your cocktail again.

“Hey.” Joe flashed a tired smile in your direction as he let the door fall shut behind him, already tugging the shirt off his body to toss in the direction of his bag. He stalled slightly, glancing back to you as his hands came to his belt buckle, “you mind?”

“Huh?” You barely pulled your eyes away from the television and he chuckled.

“Who am I kidding, you’re already in your underwear.” Another couple of seconds and he was stripped down to his briefs, wandering to the mini fridge to grab a beer while you drained the rest of your cocktail. He looked up at the sound of your straw scraping the bottom of the glass combined with a muffled noise he couldn’t quite make out, “what?”

“Neighbour’s got company.” You explained, nodding your head toward the wall.

“Great.” He muttered, grabbing a beer, “you want one?”

“Please.”

He tossed you the chilled can before retreated to the other bed, dropping against it and you couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of your eye as he rolled the can against his neck to help cool down as he settled in. Right as he cracked open the beer there was a rather loud moan from the other side of the wall, followed by the sound of a spank and an even louder noise from the woman. An exaggerated chain of swears and moans began to come through the wall and Jose chuckled.

“Someone’s enjoying themselves.”

“Oh please.” You scoffed, “she’s showing off.”

“Yeah?” He raised a brow in your direction and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes.”

On the other side of the room the shower finally came to a stop, Terry stepping out wrapped in a towel a few minutes later. He was about to greet the two of you when the bedframe from the other room began colliding with the wall, the woman’s wails nowhere near natural and he huffed.

“Are they seriously still going at it?”

“Still?!” You whined, “it sounded like they just started.”

The banging on the wall increased, louder with each hit and you barely had time to wince before Terry pounded against the shared wall with his fist. Silence overtook the room for a couple of seconds, followed by muffled laughter until the moans started up again.

“Looks like no one’s getting any sleep tonight.” Bruno groaned, running a hand over his face.

“Great.” You muttered, taking a swig of your beer. You started to flick through the channels on the television to find something that would distract all three of you while the noises on the other side of the wall picked up, the bedframe hitting the wall again until there was a louder moan followed by silence.

“They finally tire each other out?” Joe asked quietly after a minute only to be proven wrong as a whine echoed through the wall.

“Oh fuck daaaddy…!!”

All three of you instantly grimaced and you downed the rest of your beer as Velasco swiped the remote from the nightstand, flipping through the menus until he found the pay per view channels. He barely even looked through the options, selecting one that instantly started playing.

“You really think that’s gonna help?” You asked, shuffling down to the foot of the bed to toss the empty can into the recycling.

“Hey, if you can’t be them, beat them.”

Neither you nor Terry were paying enough attention to correct him, your eyes flicking over to the television screen as Joe turned it up, the volume nearly rivalling that of your neighbours.

“Please tell me there’s more beer.” Terry asked with a groan, his eyes lingering on your chest as you bent over to grab three from the fridge, handing one to him and tossing one to Joe before your gaze landed on the screen.

“Christ, you really had to go with Owen Gray?”

“What?” Joe asked, his brow furrowing as Terry chuckled, stepping closer to you.

“You like Owen Gray?” He asked.

“What’s not to like?! I mean—” you stalled glancing back toward Joe, “wait, what did you just say?”

“What?” He replied.

“No, before that.”

“If you can’t be them, beat them?” He repeated, pulling a small laugh from both you and Terry.

“Velasco that’s not the saying.” He offered, cracking open his beer.

“Okay?” His eyes darted between the two of you, lingering on the television in the background as the scene started to pick up.

“It’s if you can’t beat them…” you began, lips curving up into a smirk as you glanced between the boys, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as your eyes flicked back to the tv before landing on Joe again, “join them…”

“You suggestin’ what I think you are?” He asked, his eyes darkening.

“You two claim you know what the princess treatment is, time to put your money where your mouth is.”

Terry chuckled, stepping closer to you and your eyes landed back on him, “I think that’s definitely something we can do.”

“Yeah?” You raised a brow, grin on your lips, not noticing Joe moving off the bed behind you, “you think you can make me moan louder than that?” Your head nodded to the wall where the offending noises were still coming from and Terry laughed again.

“Princess believe me,” he leant in, his lips ghosting over your jaw and you felt your breath catch in your throat, “we’ll have you screaming louder than that before you know it.”

“Yeah…” Joe chuckled, his hands hot on your bare midriff as he caged you in from behind, “entire floor’ll know just how good you feel.”

A breathy sigh left your lips at the feeling of Jose’s lips meeting your neck, leaving gentle kisses against your skin as Terry nudged at your chin, tilting your face back to his and your eyes fluttered open, “you boys better keep up on your promises.”

“Oh you know we will.” He smirked, “we’re men of our word after all.”

Before you could berate him for talking to much he leant in, capturing your lips with his and you let out a moan into the kiss, your arms lazily looping around his shoulders while Velasco tightened his grip on your middle, pulling you tighter to him. Terry’s tongue slid across the seam of your lips and you easily parted them, granting him access to your mouth to deepen the kiss. One of your hands slid into his hair, threading through the curly locks and pulling ever so lightly.

You could feel the heat coming off of Joe’s body behind you as he stepped closer to you, his teeth scraping across your skin as he made a home in the crook of your neck, hell bent on leaving you with a mark to remember this by. His hands started to wander, ghosting across your skin until one of them settled right under your breast, thumb threatening to brush upwards and you arched your back into the touch, earning a dark chuckle from him.

“You’re a needy little thing aren’t you?” He husked into your ear and you whined into the kiss, earning a chuckle from him.

Joe’s hands crept upwards, groping your chest, practically groaning into your neck at the way your body arched directly into the touch and a second later your bralette was pushed up, exposing your flesh to the cool air. His fingers pinched your nipples, hardening them to peaks, rolling the nubs between his forefinger and thumbs until you were moaning into the kiss, practically grinding back against him. Terry broke the kiss, his lips trailing across your jaw to the opposite side of your neck, teeth scraping at your skin and Joe made quick work of the bralette, leaving you topless between them.

“Fuck…” you groaned as Velasco’s fingers deftly played with your chest, pinching your nipples away from your chest and Terry managed to pull himself away from your neck for a moment, feeling himself twitch at the sight of you topless before him.

“God, you should see her tits.” He muttered to the other man who let out a low chuckle.

“I just knew they had to be nice.” His lips brushed against your skin before his teeth nipped at your neck and your breath caught in your throat. “Bet that’s not the only pretty thing about her.” Joe murmured, one of his hands sliding down your stomach, and you instantly relaxed against him, letting your legs spread as his hand sunk between them. “Bet this fuckin’ pussy is gorgeous.” His hand retracted before spanking you over your shorts and you gasped, a near whimper leaving your lips as your body rocked toward the touch.

“Fuck…”

“Oh you like that?” The dark haired man teased as Terry continued to suck at your neck, “you’re this riled up already?” His hand returned between your legs, palming at you through your shorts and you couldn’t help but grind down onto him, little mewls escaping your lips.

“Touch me… please..” Your asked breathlessly, earning chuckles from both men.

Velasco moved his free hand to your waist, bracing you against him while Terry’s moved to your chest, taking his turn to grope at you, thumbs flicking over your nipples. The hand Joe had between your legs palmed at you one more time, pressing as hard as he could against your clit over your shorts before shifting them to the side and his fingers dragged through your bare cunt. You shivered between them, feeling yourself pulsing already as your folds became slicker with your juices.

“God she’s so fucking wet already.” Joe laughed.

“Yeah?” Terry glanced at you, curling a finger under your chin to catch your gaze with a smirk on his lips, “you’ve been sitting here listening to those two fucking? Getting all wet, hot and bothered, wishing it was you getting your needy little holes filled?”

You whined in response, Joe’s fingers continuing to lazily toy with your cunt, only smearing your juices around, not touching you where you wanted it most. When your head fell back on his shoulder again he pulled his hand away, spanking your cunt harder this time.

“Answer him princesa.”

“Y-yes!”

“You touch yourself?” Joe asked, his breath incredibly hot on your neck as his fingers continued to torment you.

“Almost.”

“Shame.” Terry chuckled, “that would’ve been a sight to see.”

“Is that what you want now?” Joe nipped at your neck, “to touch yourself?

“No!” You nearly cried, “you! I want you two.”

“Yeah?” Terry stepped forward, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking at it, nipping at your supple skin, relishing in the small groan that left the back of your throat and the way your body arched toward him. Standing up, he curled a finger under your chin, “what is it you want sweetheart? I mean, we could just touch you and be done for the night.” He nearly laughed at how instantly you shook your head, a worried look on your face, “I definitely want a taste of you, but I think you might enjoy our cocks the most.”

“Fuck, please. Oh please!” You begged, your lips pouting as his eyes darkened. Your head was quick to roll back onto Velasco’s shoulder as two of his fingers sunk into your pussy and you let out a low moan. “oh god…”

He thrusted a few times, coating his fingers in your slick before slipping them out and raising them to your lips. You obediently sucked them into your mouth, cleaning them of the juices as you groaned over your taste. As he pulled them from your mouth his hand instantly wrapped around your jaw, keeping your lips wide.

“Good girl.” He purred, glancing up towards the other man, “if you want our cocks you’re gonna have to show us just how badly you want them.” He gave Bruno a tiny nod, and the blonde dropped the towel around his waist, cock springing free, half hard between his legs as he started to palm at it. Joe craned your neck back just far enough, his mouth right over yours as he spat into it, still holding your jaw open so your saliva was pooling between your lips. He tilted your head down towards Bruno, “spit in his hand so he can get his cock nice and wet.”

Your head tilted down towards Terry’s outstretched hand, spitting the mixture of saliva’s and your wetness into his, watching with eager wide eyes as he began to stroke himself, smearing the wetness around his thick cock. He pumped his hand a few times, watching the way your pupils dilated with a smirk on his lips. Behind you, Joe’s hands tightened around your hips, pulling you backwards until he was toppling down onto the foot of the bed and you could feel his cock pressed between his stomach and your back. His hands began to roam your body again, pinching at your chest and ghosting between your legs until you were shivering in his arms. His fingers slipped into the waistband of your panties, shoving them down your legs and Terry was eager to pull them the rest of the way off, hands gliding up your legs, spreading them apart. You let out a low whine, your pussy pulsing around nothing as need burst through you.

“Open up.” Joe husked into your ear, his hand gliding up your neck before his thumb pulled your chin down, “I can think of a better use of that mouth than whining.”

Terry chuckled, stepping closer to the two of you as you leant forward, lips parted for him, “that’s it.” One hand cupped the side of your cheek while the other continued to stroke his cock, “keep that pretty mouth open.”

With Joe’s arm wrapped sturdily around your waist you were able to angle yourself perfectly to wrap your lips around Terry’s cock, sinking down inch by inch until it was buried in your mouth. He let out a soft groan above you, hand tangling into your hair as you began to bob on his cock. Your tongue swirled around, tracing the veins, flicking at the head and his small groans turned louder, fingers tightening in your hair.

“Fuck that’s good, baby.” He grunted, unable to control his hips as he started gently thrusting into your mouth.

Behind you, Velasco’s hand snuck down your body, beginning to lazily play with your clit and you moaned around Terry’s cock, pulling a hiss from him as the vibrations sent pleasure coursing through him. His sounds only urged you on, moving faster, sucking harder around him, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You nudged even further, sinking his length as deep into your mouth as you could, holding there as his fingers tugged at your hair. Terry felt himself throb inside your warm mouth and when he glanced down he was met with the sight of drool pooling in the corners of your mouth as you gagged around him, your hips jumping backwards towards Joe as he continued to toy with you. The moment your hand reached up and gently cupped his balls was when it was almost too much for him, pre-cum leaking out of the tip of his cock, sliding down your throat. With a reluctant groan the hand in your hair tugged you off him, a gasp escaping your lips as he did.

“So good at that.” He husked, thrusting back between your lips only to pull himself fully out again a few more times as Joe increased the pressure on your clit.

“More…” You begged and both the men chuckled darkly.

“I did say I wanted a taste.”

Joe’s hands instantly slid over your ass, wrapping around the backs of your thighs and yanked you upwards in his lap, your knees bending as he spread your legs even wider for the other man. Terry dropped to his knees in front of you, surging forward to lick a broad stripe through your cunt, tongue flicking your clit before he dove in between your legs. You couldn’t help but let your head fall back onto Joe’s shoulder, already whimpering and moaning at the way your pussy was fluttering. Terry’s tongue sunk into you, groaning over your taste, his lips moving against you perfectly, your breath picking up with each pass of his tongue. A hand came to thread into his hair, holding him even tighter to your pussy, urging him on and he eagerly accepted. His nose brushed your clit and you gasped, hips jolting up to the touch and Terry was quick to follow that sign, his lips wrapping around your clit.

“Oh god!” Your eyes scrunched shut as pleasure sparked beneath your skin, “fuck, don’t stop.”

Your body shuddered, juices dribbling from your throbbing cunt down onto Joe’s thigh and he chuckled, “think she likes that.”

Terry responded with a grunt against your body, the vibrations pulling another moan from your lips as his hand snuck between your thighs. In one swift movement he was able to slide two fingers into you, thrusting them back and fourth in time with the flick of his tongue. A sheen of sweat broke out on your skin as you began to pant, pussy clenching down around his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck!”

Joe could feel your thighs trembling under his hands, the way they threatened to push against him as if you could even try to close your legs right now. As much as he wanted to truly get his hands on you he knew the moment he unpinned you, you’d lose what little muscle control you had left so he resorted to sucking on your neck again. His teeth sinking into your sensitive skin, tongue soothing the burn but only for a second before he was biting you again, his lips suctioning around the growing mark to make it even darker. His fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs and you were certain your neck wasn’t the only place you were going to have marks in the morning. Your body kept grinding between the two men, hips pressing forward to thrust your needy cunt toward Terry’s mouth and hands, cries of pleasure escaping you when he crooked his fingers.

“Right there!”

The noises you were making were going straight to both men’s dicks, Joe could feel himself absolutely throbbing behind you, pre-cum dampening his briefs, leaking through to a cool patch on your otherwise burning skin. His lips traced up your neck, marking you in as many spots as he could, practically growling into your ear as his hands pulled your thighs even wider. You skin was ablaze as Terry curled his fingers again, pressing harder and longer against the sensitive spot inside you and you could feel yourself pulsing around him, juices leaking down his wrist. His mouth suctioned harder around your clit with one final press of his digits and that was all it took to have you coming around his fingers, body shaking in Joe’s arms as his teeth scraped against your skin.

“Jesus! Fuck!” Your moans bounced off the walls of the hotel room as you shuddered, beginning to go slack when Joe dropped your legs and Terry let out a low swear, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth as he got to his feet. You looked up at him with wide, begging eyes, “please…”

He chuckled at the pout forming on your lips, the one that grew larger when Velasco slid out from under you, letting your back hit the mattress.

“Oh princess… you didn’t think I was gonna let you out of here without fucking you, did you?” He stepped back toward the edge of the bed, finger tips trailing through your folds, “you think I’d do that to myself? To Joe here?” He spread your pussy lips wide, eyes dropping to it as it glistened in the low light, “get you all nice and soaked, listen to how gorgeous you sound when you come to what? Never hear it again?”

Joe had shifted off the side of the bed, ridding himself of his briefs with a shuddering groan as his cock sprung free, hard against his stomach, leaking with pre-cum. The sight of your pussy was one thing, but the noises coming from it as Terry continued to toy with you were on a whole different level.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy,” Terry stated, gently spanking it, “and Joe’s gonna fuck your mouth, alright?” Hand wrapped around his cock, the tip of it brushed against your clit, making you shudder and he thrust himself a couple of times, smearing your juices. “Think I’m gonna come all over your tits.” He said, more to himself though he glanced up at Joe, “what about you?”

A near growl left the back of Joe’s throat, his eyes trained between your legs, “wanna come all over that fuckin’ pussy.”

“That alright with you?”

“Yes!” You practically yelped, nodding furiously, “yes please!” You shifted just enough, your head rolling to the side to face Joe with your lips parted, “just fuck me!”

Neither of them wasted any time, Joe immediately sinking into your wet mouth, eyes shutting the second your lips were wrapped around him and he could already feel himself twitching at the way your tongue danced against him. Terry wrapped his hand around his cock, sinking slowly into you until your hips met his and he let out a low moan, one that you matched, though muffled around the other man’s length.

The two of them somehow set a near identical rhythm, thrusting in and out of you with soft grunts and groans. You weren’t entirely sure whose hands were where on your body, your tits and clit constantly played with, sparking fire throughout your veins. Had you not been so focused on sucking off Joe you were sure you would have been a complete mess between them in a matter of seconds. Your hand reached up, wrapping around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, squeezing softly and you felt Joe throb between your lips, the saltiness of his pre-cum dripping down your throat and you eagerly swallowed it down.

Terry’s thumb began rubbing your clit, barely pressing against it as he fucked deeper into you, his cock dragging over your walls and you could feel every vein and ridge hitting each spot inside you. Someone tweaked at your nipples, pinching hard and a loud moan broke free of your lips, Joe’s cock popping out and he swore. Your eyes fluttered open to catch his gaze as you stroked him, tits swaying in rhythm of the other man fucking you, your lips parted as you panted.

“Fuck that’s good.” He groaned, his cock pulsing in your hand and you whined causing his lips to curve up into a smirk, “you like that, huh?” His hips began thrusting into your hand, “like the way Terry’s fucking you? You take his cock so good,” a moment later and your lips were back wrapped around him, taking his dick deep into your throat, “such a good little cock slut, aren’t you?” His hand tangled into your hair, holding you down as he lazily fucked your mouth.

“Fuckin’ needy pussy.” Terry grunted, feeling how tightly you were clenching around him already, “just fucking soaked. Like being used like this, don’t you?” His hips met yours with another powerful thrust and you let out a loud whimper.

“Yes! Fuck!” Your hands clawed at the bedspread, “oh god Terry!” You moaned, hips jumping off the bed when his fingers returned to your clit, “feels so good!”

“Yeah?” He circled his hips, the head of his cock brushing your g-spot and you cried out, “you gonna come for me? Come all over my cock like a good little slut?”

“Mmmhmm.” You nodded, pussy pulsing around him as your lips wrapped back around Joe’s cock, twitching between your lips.

You could feel the wet mess between your legs, slick dripping down your thighs, smearing where your bodies met, spit leaking from the corner of your mouth as Joe continued to pump his cock down your throat. Sparks danced beneath your skin, driving the fire hotter and hotter deep in your stomach until the coil burst and you couldn’t help but moan loudly, swears leaving your lips as you came hard, squeezing so tightly around Terry that he swore, stilling his hips as he willed himself not to come.

“Fuck.” He grunted, reluctantly pulling out of you and moving to swap spots with Velasco, “god princess, that pussy’s so fucking tight when you’re coming for us.” His eyes darkened at the way you were still shivering on the bed, your eyes fluttering as pleasure soared through you, juices dribbling out of your swollen cunt.

You could feel Joe’s hands on your thighs, spreading you wide for him and your eyes shot open when he thrust himself deep into your throbbing pussy.

“Oh fuck!” The cry left your lips completely unwillingly as Joe set a brutal pace, he’d had enough of his cock aching, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep in your warm cunt. His hands gripped your thighs, small grunts coming from the back of his throat as he fucked deeper and deeper into you, each thrust harder than the one before, bringing a more high pitched whimper or moan from your lips.

Beside you Terry groaned, fisting his cock faster, his hand squeezing tighter, knowing he didn’t have much longer to go. The noises you were making were more than enough to push him over the edge and he swore quietly as his cum shot out, painting your tits in stripes of white.

“Fuck that’s hot.” Joe groaned, his attention jumping from your cum painted tits down to between your legs when you squeezed around him, “Jesus Christ princesa. You do that again and you’re gonna make me come already.”

You had just enough energy left to giggle and if Joe had more strength he would’ve scolded you, luckily Terry was just recovered enough to reach out, pinching at your clit sharply before rolling it between his fingers. A loud groan left your lips as your head dropped back onto the bed and Terry spanked your clit, causing your body to jump up toward the touch.

“Fuck…”

“I know you’re close,” he urged, knowing just how slick Joe’s cock was each time he pulled out of your sopping cunt, “come again, let Joe feel how fucking incredible it is.”

Terry spat onto your clit, using the extra wetness as lubrication, his fingers rubbing hard and fast on the swollen nub.

“Fuck! That’s good.” Joe grunted, his hips beginning to falter at how tightly you were squeezing around him.

“Mmm…” you whined, “mm c-coming…”

Your pussy pulsated, tingling sparks through your entire body as another orgasm crashed over you so intensely your juices came dripping out around Joe who barely had enough time to pull out, watching the way they soaked the duvet.

“Fuck..” he muttered, hand quickly wrapping around his cock, jerking himself the rest of the way to his peak, cum spurting out onto your pussy. His hands dropped to your sides, caging you into the bed as he panted, pressing messy wet kisses to your stomach as your chest heaved. “Shit, baby.”

He crawled over you, lifting you up the bed so you could relax against the pillows before he collapsed beside you, Terry dropping down onto your other side.

“Holy fuck.” You muttered, a small laugh leaving your lips, “you boys know how to hold up your end of a bargain.”

Terry laughed, a hand swatting at your thigh before squeezing it, “we’d never let ya down, you know that.”

“Yeah.” Joe grinned, “added bonus, seems like that shut the neighbours up.”

The three of you burst into laughter, only to be silenced a moment later by a banging on the wall. A near frenzied quiet took over the room while you stifled a giggle, your pulse still racing from the sex never mind the embarrassment of how loud you’d been sinking in. You thought you were in the clear until a soft moan echoed through from the other side of the wall and Terry let out an annoyed groan, shoving a pillow over his head.

“Hey, don’t complain yet.” Joe laughed, turning to you with darkening eyes, “the night’s young. We can play this game until our little princess has screamed so much her throat is hoarse.”

“Oh really?” You raised a brow in his direction as Terry lifted the pillow off his face.

“Yeah.” The dark haired man began crawling back down the bed, his cock already stiffening between his legs, “we’re gonna make you come until you’re begging us to stop. And I’m gonna start by eating you out until my jaw fucking cramps.”

With a devilish grin, he disappeared between your legs and a breathy moan left your lips, silenced by Terry’s mouth on yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth as the three of you geared up for the next round.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months ago

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Bye Bi Bottom ~(s1)!Olivia Benson xFem SVUDetective!Reader

Summary— You, Jeffries, and Munch have a little debate about Olivia…

Mommy… Master List

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Warnings: implied smut, fluff, kissing, top/bottom relations, betting, light teasing, etc.

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“What are you saying, do you hear yourself…??” You quietly exclaimed, sitting across from John in the SVU station.

Munch threw his hands up in defense, which you quickly swatted back down to not draw attention.

“I’m just saying…,” Munch defended his claim, “Olivia… she might be top with men, Cassidy being the perfect example, but she is not one with women…”

“Are you calling Olivia a bottom, Detective…?” You whispered harshly, “She’d have your head, you know…” you warily chuckled.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong!” Munch exclaimed.

The last bit was a tad too loud unfortunately…

“Wrong about what?” Monique chimed in.

You groaned lightly, putting your hands in front of your face. You couldn’t believe this. John was quick to fill Monique in.

“Hey.” Monique said, swatting you with the file in her hand, making you look up at her from your seat, “Just ask her” she said with a mischievous smirk.

Monique said it like there was nothing to it. Like it couldn’t crush all the time you spent cultivating a professional relationship with the woman. It wasn’t that easy. Or was it…?

“Fine…” You groaned again, “I’ll ask.”

Both Monique and Munch seemed far too happy with your decision, but you didn’t have the time or headspace to think about that right now.

As five pm came around, the team started to go home. You caught Olivia on her way out of the station.

To yo ur delight, the woman happily agreed to drinks down the street. You too walked down the road to the bar together, and pretty soon, you were sat inside and sipping on some drinks.

Talking seemed to come naturally, and you to talked late into the night. Before you knew it, it was 11pm. And you still couldn’t pin point the whole reason you had asked Olivia out in the first place. It was bugging you.

But before you could even ask, the two do you were leaving the bar and about to split to go your separate ways home. Suddenly, you felt the intense urge to kiss Olivia. Before the woman could walk away, you pulled her into a kiss. She gasped, but quickly reciprocated.

After a few minutes you pulled away, and her eyes told you everything.

“I’d like to take you home…” you breathed out.

Olivia bit her lips and her cheeks went a little red.

“I’d like that…” she confessed in a whisper.

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The next morning you were at the station bright and early as usual. Munch and Jeffries had been giving you suggestive glances and gazes all morning, which you simply ignored. You weren’t going to give them anything.

However, when Olivia walked into the station, late and limping, they had their answer.

Monique seemed a little vexed as she handed John cash after Olivia had walked away for the moment. John couldn’t help but chuckled lightly.

“Wait… What was that…?” You said in a low tone, not wanting to be overheard.

Munch waves the money around with a grin.

“Did you… did you bet on me…??” You said with shock and awe.

“Yep.” He said proudly, “and by the way Olivia unsuccessfully walked into the station, I won.”

Your face went a little red at his words, thinking back to the night before.

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multifandomme · 2 months ago

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Case Closed

Pairing: Casey Novak x Female Reader

Summary: Following an unfavourable verdict, Casey struggles to let the case go until you intervene.

Genre: Smut, (strap-ons, choking, spanking, light degradation, praise), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 2.5k.

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A seventy-one percent conviction rate was never to be taken lightly, a statistic that filled Casey with incomparable pride and only fuelled her passion to see justice through to the end. As unyielding and motivated as the woman was, there was always a slight chance of failure, an odd occasion where a case could be rendered shambolic before a jury. This was one of those rare occurrences.

Casey had taken the shortcoming personally as expected, unable to pry herself away from the case entirely. You could practically hear her mind whirring, more so when she had taken the decision to seclude herself in the study of your shared home. The light from the desk lamp peered out into the hallway, its understated rays peeking into your bedroom as you awaited her eventual arrival to no avail. Instead, the sound of shuffling papers filled the silence, fervent as if she was starting from scratch, something that you could not allow for the sake of her sanity.

Huffing, you followed the light, soft footfalls denying Casey of pre-empting your approach, not that she would have in her state of unshakable focus. Her teeth plucked nervously at her lips, irritable sighs passing through the chasm that she had allowed.

“Trial’s over,” you spoke, flatly, your exasperation bubbling just below the surface. “You need to let it go.”

Casey remained stoic, unfazed by your sudden approach, though when her eyes did flicker to meet yours, they sparked with an ardent contempt.

“That bastard walked, Y/N,” she growled, furiously. “You can’t seriously expect me to sit here and do nothing about it.”

Instinctively, your jaw tensed, the deja vu of having to repeat this exact conversation every few months suddenly registering. The same black mug rested atop the desk, coffee teetering on the brim, the mahogany below wholly hidden beneath pages upon pages of documents, images. Indignantly, you made a pass for the mug, hoping that denying her lifeblood would bring Casey back to reality, allow for exhaustion to finally set in as it should.

“In fact,” you spoke, your lips pursed together, resolute in your decision. “That’s exactly what I expect you to do.”

Casey leapt upwards from her chair, hands slamming on top of the papers so abruptly that a few cascaded to the ground beneath.

“Y/N-”

“The case is closed,” you interjected, impatiently, rebutting any possibility of a protest though you were sure you would be met with countless more. “You did all that you could and that is enough.”

Tension thickened in the air, uncertain as to whether Casey was going to berate you or pin you down. In a petulant bid, you emptied the cup of coffee down your throat, wincing at its strength as the woman observed with a fleeting glint of amusement. Quickly, you gathered the papers between your fingers, dodging tactfully as Casey’s hands tried to repossess them, your expert avoidance only conjuring more persistence within her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Casey questioned, taking umbrage as she crossed her arms tightly atop her chest.

A wry chuckle fell from you, the documents securely stowed away in a lockable filing cabinet behind you.

“What does it look like?” You quipped, a little smirk forming in the corner of your lips and evoking a growing suspicion in the woman. “I’m clearing the desk so I can bend you over it, Miss Novak.”

Casey’s lip instantaneously found itself clamped between her teeth, though this time the act was entirely different in nature, erotic, laced in intrigue. Unfortunately, the moment of weakness was quickly bitten away once she had realised her error, an expression of apathy soon emerging to take its place.

“You seem confident,” Casey half-questioned, as though attempting to sow a seed of doubt within you, her efforts failing miserably.

A hum of knowingness reverberated as you dared to make an approach, your body soon to press against hers, no semblance of rejection in the air.

“I could make a very convincing case,” you riled, brimming with victory as Casey flexed her jaw from the exacerbation you had incited. “But I won’t need to do that, will I?”

And there it was, the look. Casey had been made, lust dripping from her gaze despite her avid ploys to will it away. In her state of flitting defencelessness, you forced her stomach flat against the wood, a firm grasp exerted around the back of her neck, cinching with brute force.

“Fuck you,” she grunted, aggressively, though no attempts at an escape were made as predicted.

“Watch your mouth,” you advised, lowly, fingers dipping below her waistline to shimmy down the black trousers that she donned. “That’s fighting talk for someone who hasn’t put up a shred of resistance.”

Casey opened her mouth to speak, though subsequently decided to self-sabotage her attempt at a reply. The woman could not argue with the truth, in fact, she had made a career out of seeking it out.

“Wise choice,” you acknowledged, smartly, a light huff exuding Casey in reaction to your remark. “Now, let’s see what you’ve been hiding, hm?”

Soft, black material pooled around obsidian heels, forsaken as you sought further territory, your hand snug against her underwear from behind. A smirk soon blossomed upon realising the moisture that painted your palm, Casey’s cheeks glowing pink in embarrassment.

“Predictable,” you commented, smugly, only for Casey to swivel harshly in your grasp, thwarted by your quick reactions.

“How about now?” She scoffed, arms wrangling to push herself upwards to no avail, your grasp unyielding, firm.

Dodging the question, you drew ghosting circles over her underwear-clad clit with delicate fingertips, hoping to obscure her need to defy you. Of course, Casey melted into a puddle below your touch, consumed by the newfound need to be sated, the urge that she had been ignoring for weeks now. Her sensitivity had heightened tenfold in the absence of intimacy, her legs quaking as you continued your ministrations, ensuring to execute every manoeuvre at a painstaking pace. Nothing was more satisfying than watching her suffer, observing as her stoic exterior weakened until it underwent a total collapse.

“See?” You whispered, seductively. “Look how easy it is when you submit to me like a good girl.”

The blonde whined, slowly acquiescing to the reality that you were right, that good behaviour would lead her to exactly what she wanted. Unfortunately, you weren’t as agreeable as she had initially presumed you to be.

“Take them off,” Casey groaned, frustratedly, her hips jogging against your hand to gain further friction. “Do it.”

“You’re in no position to tell me what to do, princess,” you reminded, halting all movement as you clawed your fingernails against the backs of her thighs. “If you want anything from me, you’d better be quiet.”

A stifled gasp freed itself from Casey, flinching lightly from the sudden influx of pain that occurred to her. Her teeth peered from behind her lips in a reactive wince, soon to be replaced by a masochistic beam, carnal, ablaze. Hazel eyes peered into the depths of you, sure that she had been aptly subdued until a mischievous glint flecked across her irises.

“Make me,” Casey gnarled, an audible gulp following suit in realisation of the challenge she had just created, regret visibly infiltrating.

A scoff was the only response that you could muster, your disapproval conveyed in the way your hands roughly gripped her in place.

“Look around,” you snarled, domineeringly. “This isn’t the office,” you observed, Casey shivering in sheer anticipation. “You have no jurisdiction... no power.”

Harshly, your palm smacked across her ass, a scarlet tinge soon beginning its materialisation as the woman mewled in half-shock.

“Who’s in charge?” You questioned, repeating the act with vigour, her skin all but reddened and only darkening. “Answer me.”

Casey faltered, her words fizzling into incoherency as her skin burned ablaze. Noting her noncompliance, your fingers resurfaced to trail against her underwear, this time slipping below the obstructing material to greet the skin there. The direct contact had Casey gasping for air, her forehead scrunched in pleasure as she bucked mindlessly against the newfound pressure. Of course, the pacification was short-lived, enlisted as a means of probing the woman for a response, an admission of your dominion over her.

“You... you are,” she conceded, breathlessly, head twisting over her shoulder to maintain eye contact. “Please, Y/N.”

“Oh, baby,” you crooned, patronisingly as you swivelled the woman around to face you, her shirt bunched up from her prior position of incapacitation. “I know you can do better than that, hm?”

The blonde groaned as she felt you close the distance, your chest fused to hers as you attacked her neck with your lips, feral in your exploration of her. Heated kisses set her skin alight, the burn lingering in the wake of their absence as you traversed to suck marks into her collarbone.

“Oh no,” you gasped, feigning remorse. “That’s going to leave a mark.”

Casey attempted to readjust, her resistance mastered the second your lips found her favourite spot, weakened instantly.

“Baby,” she drawled, her warning tone failing to register due to the pleasured moans that obscured it. “People will notice.”

Laughter rumbled in your throat, your digits disappearing between the two of you to probe softly at Casey’s pussy.

“Mhm, you’re right,” you considered, wasting no time in impaling the blonde with two fingers, Casey jolting as she felt the intrusion. “They’ll notice what a desperate little slut you were for me.”

Casey’s whining only intensified, the gentle pace that you had opted for keeping her from any form of ascension. Deviously, she rocked her hips in the hopes of establishing her own rhythm, though this was denied the moment that the idea appeared to be born from her.

“What are you waiting for?” She flared, her mouth pried agape from the way groans passed through on a continuum, blinded by the sensation that you had induced. “Please, fuck me. I need it.”

Smirking, you retracted from her, your hands making quick work of your trousers as you observed Casey’s gaze suddenly become engrossed. The strap on that you had been shrouding suddenly sprung free, void of its confinements as saliva gathered in the corners of the blonde’s mouth, wholly mesmerised. Instinctively, Casey’s arms encircled around your neck as she drew you against her, presenting her pussy to align with the appendage. The desperation that lurked within her eyes was too much to bear as you subsequently melted below her submissive state, fingers cinching at her skin for leverage.

“Are you going to be a good girl and take it?” You whispered, your words muffled lightly against her tousled tresses, soft against your lips, though the moan that fell from her indicated her acknowledgement.

Casey nodded vehemently, the question proving to be a no-brainer given her condition and dwindling patience. She sank herself down on you slowly, your hips jutting forwards to bottom out inside of her, a hiss of pain-pleasure emanating in response.

“Give it to me,” Casey encouraged, her head thrown back in ecstasy as you began to slam into her, the pace merciless to say the least. “Ugh, fuck.”

Sharp nails buried themselves into the skin of your shoulders, the stinging pain only fuelling your need to satisfy her. Casey’s features were scrunched inwards, her blissful expression causing you to become transfixed, hyper-focused upon how gorgeous she was. Your fingers toyed expertly with her clit, free hand secured around her back to will her harder against the appendage.

“Does it feel good, baby?” You grunted, breathily, eyes intent on the woman before you. “You look so fucking pretty like this.”

In her state of complete thoughtlessness, Casey failed to answer the question, short breaths passing in and out of her swollen lips. Abruptly, you removed the hand that was holding her steady, her body flailing to land flat against the wood, her back pressed rigidly atop the cool mahogany. Her eyes sprung open, widening when your fist enclosed around her slender throat, squeezing just enough to watch her eyes roll backwards in euphoria.

“So pathetic,” you barked, though the sparkle in your eye only nullified the words you had just spoken. “Look at you, all fucked out like a dirty whore.”

Casey let out a guttural moan, her husky voice growing raspier by the minute as you pummelled her with feral speed. The woman could barely gather her breath, oxygen stolen the second you pounded into her once more, chest heaving methodically. Your fingers fiddled with the buttons of her shirt, the repeated movement of your thrusting denying your ability to undo them as you resorted to tearing the material roughly. Casey’s breasts bounced with the force of your exertions, confined within her bra before you grabbed them free of it, massaging zealously.

“Baby, fuck,” Casey groaned, her gaze panic-stricken in the moment. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

Swiftly, you detached from her, repositioning her to bend over the desk like you had initially planned. Casey wasted no time in getting into position, pre-emptively crossing her wrists over the small of her back and awaiting your deathly grip upon them. Impatiently, you drove into her with vigour, no heed paid to the way the desk shook avidly beneath the weight of your actions. Casey cried out, loud pants filling the room, your hand occasionally delivering a shattering slap to her ass to aide her looming orgasm. The blonde’s heels quaked unsteadily beneath her, wavering before she managed to bring herself under control.

“Cum for me,” you insisted, keenly. “I want to hear it.”

Casey’s body shook violently, her thighs sent into spasm as her cheek pressed harshly to the wood of the desk. Her eyes were squeezed together, teeth marks adorning the delicate flesh of her lips as she whined helplessly.

“Y/N,” she rasped, faintly, her body fatigued from the strenuosity it had been subjected to.

Her hips jolted sporadically, the strap on still lodged deep inside of her as she gyrated a few times to squeeze out the last remnants of pleasure. Your hand grappled with the nape of her neck and dragged her upwards, her back tight against your chest as you grazed your lips across the purpling bruises you had made earlier.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Casey admitted, her voice no greater than a whisper as she basked in the aftermath.

You smiled into her shoulder, arms holding her protectively as she grew lax in your embrace.

“I know,” you spoke, cockily, a playful bite falling to her shoulder as she yelped. “Now, about that case-”

Casey immediately withdrew from you with a pointed sigh, hands pressed to your chest, a knowing look passing over her.

“You were right,” she acquiesced, albeit bitterly. “I need to learn how to let it go.”

You shook your head, a frown consuming your features as you observed Casey spiral into confusion.

“No, not this time,” you rebutted, a smile peeking from behind your lips, a surge of motivation filling you. “We’re going to nail that bastard and I’m going to help you.”

Reinvigorated with fresh excitement, Casey grinned.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" She asked, a delicate kiss planted upon your mouth, thumbs brushing affectionately across the warm skin of your cheeks.

You paused in faux contemplation, the act earning a sarcastic scoff from the latter.

"No," you lied, a chuckle exuding. "But I think I have a pretty good idea."

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sorchathered · 25 days ago

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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.

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Needy

Olivia benson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut and y/n drooling over Olivia

The front door slammed shut while you were in the living room reading your book. You pushed your glasses up on your nose so you can see and you see your girlfriend olivia. “Hey sweetheart.” She smiled at you, showing off her perfect smile as she was walking over to you. “Hi.” You shyly said at her and she smiled even bigger. “We’ve been dating for a while. Shouldn’t you stop being so nervous around me sweetie?” She asked with a cocky and firm tone that made you weak in the knees.

“I can’t help it liv. You always make me so flustered. Even when you just breath near me I wanna faint.” You explained to her as you got up from the couch to head to the kitchen and she started following you. She let out a hard laugh which made you smile. “I do darling?” She said smirking and looking at you intensely as she got closer to you and you were backing up until you hit the kitchen counter with your back. She smirked and got close enough to your face that you can feel her breath against your lips. “Y-yes…” you whispered out and bit your lip at how she was looking at you. Olivia’s arms went around your waist and pulled you against her so yall were touching.

You looked up at her and was met with her brown eyes staring intensely in yours. Then, olivia captured your lips in hers and you recuperated back as you wrap your arms around her neck. She suddenly picks you up in her strong arms which makes you squeal and started laughing. She smiled up at you and carried you up the stairs to y’all’s room. She kicked the door open gently with her foot and went to the edge of the bed and put you on it. You got up on your knees to where she was standing up and bite you lip as you admired her. “I fucking love how short your hair is…it makes me wet every time I see you…you give off daddy vibes.” You giggled at the end and she chuckled at you.

“I’m glad you think I look so good with my hair babygirl. I wasn’t too sure about it but now I am.” She said smirking at you as she flexes her arms as she’s pushing her hair back making you whine out. “Babyyyyyy…stop teasing me…and fuck me.” You said as you were unbuttoning her blue button up shirt. She chuckled down at you and watches you as her eyes grow with lust. “Slow down sweetheart…I’m not going anywhere.” She said with a low voice that make you more weak in the knees. You finally got her shirt undone and pulled it down her strong, muscular arms. You smiled up at her as you run your hands up and down her chest. “Your turn sweetheart.” She said as she goes to the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head. You reveal to her that you didn’t have anything on underneath it and her eyes immediately go to your breast.

“You are so gorgeous babygirl. All mine…” she says with a low tone which she knows drives you up the wall as she moves her hands from your stomach up to your breast. “So pretty…” she says gently as she softly massages your breast in her hands. You moan softly at the contact and you gasp when her fingers start pulling on your rosy pink nipples. “A-ahh…l-livia fuck…” you breath out and she smirks down at you, she loves seeing you so breathless and whiny and she hasn’t even fucked you yet. “Lay down for me princess.” She softly demanded you and you laid down in the middle of the bed on your back. “Such a good girl.” She praised you and you smile at her in response. Olivia took off her sports bra, along with her pants and underwear. You laid there, admiring her as she took off each piece of clothing off her strong body. You felt something wet on your mouth and you realized that was actual drool coming out of your mouth. You quickly wiped it away, embarrassed as fuck but Olivia noticed. “I saw that sweetheart. I never knew someone could literally drool over me.” She chuckled out as she gets on the bed with her hands and knees and crawls over to you.

Until she stops at your legs, she then pulls you closer to her and you both giggle at the action. She pulls down your shorts along with your pink underwear and she throws your shorts on the floor but keeps your underwear. She sees that they are wet and she smirks at you “you already this wet babygirl? Tsk tsk and I haven’t even really touched you yet…what a little slut.” She said as you bit your lip and looked at her intensely. “I’m your little slut daddy.” You said innocently and you visibly saw her eyes darken with lust. “Damn right I am.” She responded with a low voice as she leans down and smashes her lips with yours. The both of you moan into each others mouths at the feeling of y’all’s lips together. Your bodies were pushed up against the other and hands were exploring. You felt her tongue trying to push through your lips and you granted her by opening your mouth. Her tongue slipping in yours and was feeling every inch of your mouth. As her tongue was exploring your mouth, one of your hands were in her short hair, slightly pulling on it, and the other was on her back. She pulled away gently as a string of y’all’s salvia was present and she licked her lips at you.

“I need to taste that puffy pussy of yours…” she demanded and she laid down on the bed. “Sit on my face princess.” She instructed you and you crawled over her body and hovered your dripping pussy over her face. “Gosh…I love this pussy right here…I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner…” she rasped out and you blushed bright red. You then lowered yourself on her face and was rewarded by her tongue pushing through your folds, suckling on you. You moaned out her name loudly and reached down to grab onto her hair. Olivia’s tongue swirled around your clit and sucked hard on it which made you thrust your hips up. “F-fuck!” You gasped out as pleasure was going through your whole body. She kissed your clit softly as pulled away from it and started leaving open mouthed kisses all over your pussy. “Love. this. fucking. pussy. Mine.” She breathed each word after every kiss she made on you. Her tongue suddenly dipped into your pulsating hole and she started to tongue fuck you. “O-Olivia!” You moaned out loudly and started riding her face.

Your legs started to shake and you begged her to let you cum. “P-please livia…need to c-cum…” you pleaded and she gently tapped your thigh twice to let you know that it’s okay. You felt the orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and soon enough you were cumming in her mouth as you were pulling her short hair. You panted as you fell on the side of the bed beside her, trying to catch your breath. “Fuck…I love your mouth.” You said breathlessly and she laughed. “I’m glad you do sweetheart. Can I try something?” She asked you. “Of course. I trust you baby.” You reassured her and she carefully got on top of you as she aligned y’all’s pussys on top of each other. Making direct contact the both of you moaned and Olivia started rubbing her clit onto yours. Olivia’s breast hovered over your mouth and with each movement, they moved back and forth and you were so tempted. You leaned up and attached your lips to her pink nipple and started suckling. Olivia moaned louder at the extra stimulation and started praising you since praising makes you even hornier. “That’s a good girl. Go on sweetheart…keep sucking on them darling…such a good girl. My perfect baby.” She praised you and you blushed red from them and from her fucking you. Soon enough, both of you were cumming on each other and moans were spread in the house. Olivia collapsed on top of you and was breathing hard. You run your fingers through your girlfriends hair and start rubbing her back soothingly.

“I love you Olivia benson..” you whispered to her and gave her a loving kiss on the top of her head. “And I love you most y/f/n (your full name).” She whispered back and leaned up to give you a soft kiss on your plump lips. You smiled in the kiss as did she and Olivia rested her head back on your chest. Y’all then went to sleep in each others arms that night and had an amazing sleep. You sure did love Olivia’s short hair and now she definitely knows it.

A/n: 1545 words damn lmao when I first started this I was on my period and I was extremely horny for Olivia’s short hair so that’s how I came up with this lmao Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

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winchesterszvonecek · 1 month ago

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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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