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Christmas Bingo Card 2024: Surprise Gift - Joe Velasco x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart @storiesofsvu @rosaliedepp

The squad room is quiet when Joe gets in. The brightly coloured lights along the bank of glass panels twinkle in the dimness of the office, an attempt by Curry to inject a little holiday spirit into a place where people come at the worst time of their lives.

When he gets to his desk, he doesn’t expect to find a neatly wrapped gift sitting upon it. The paper is forest green, his favourite colour. The corkscrewed ribbon a glossy gold.

It must be a mistake, he thinks but then he picks up the tag and it’s his name written on it in your pretty italic scrawl. There’s an ache in his chest because he remembers that conversation in the car during a stakeout a couple of days ago.

“I don’t do gifts.” He’d told you as you were sorting the skittles on the dashboard. You always separate out the yellow ones from all the others because you know they’re his favourite.

“Giving them or receiving them?” You ask him half serious and Joe doesn’t respond. He just stares out the window, his gaze firmly fixed on the building in front of him.

“Oh.” You say and his jaw tightens. “Has it always been that way?”

“For the past couple of years.” He concedes and it breaks your fucking heart to imagine him with nothing to open on Christmas Day, thinking that no one cares about him. “It’s not a big deal."

But it is, to you it’s a big fucking deal.

When he removes the paper, he’s surprised to find a watch box amongst wrapping. His mouth turns dry as he opens it. It’s a practical time piece, something that closely resembles an Omega De Ville Prestige but a fraction of the cost. The face is white with a silver rim and gold numbers, the strap made of brown leather. When he removes it from the box, he can feel something etched into the metal on the back. When he turns it over he sees his name engraved on to the silver plate, not his American name, his real one.

Jose.

He can’t express in that moment how much this gift means to him. It’s not just a watch, it’s a symbol of your partnership, the affection you have for one another.

He thinks about the message he got from you this morning.

Come over after your shift, help me with the left overs my mom makes me bring home.

He hadn’t responded, he thought it must come from a place of pity but now when he looks down at the watch he knows that it comes from a place of love.

He withdraws his phone from the pocket of his biker jacket, his thumb typing out a message.

That offer still open?

He sees the three dots and his heart beats a little faster in chest.

Always, you tell him. You’re always welcome.

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Subtle Hints

Fills the Only 1 Bed square for @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo 2024

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader

Tags: smut (that might be a strong word for this—smut lite?)

Word count: 2K

Beta'd by: @misscharlielulu + @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity

A/N: my Christmas present to you – my first attempt dipping my toes into smut! I’m very much a beginner writing in this genre, and want to improve my skills so I can do my saucy ideas justice. So please bear with me as I’m learning <3

Also posted on AO3

Today was your first holiday spent with Sonny’s family. While you’d already met his parents and sisters individually, this was your first time fully immersed in the Carisi clan. Sonny wasn’t worried about it, but you were irrationally concerned about making a good impression. It was important to you that they thought you were a good match for Sonny. 

His sisters seemed to like you, and his nieces and nephews thought you were pretty cool. But you had a hard time getting a read on his mother. She was cordial, smiling whenever you chatted. But her demeanor seemed guarded, if not a little cold. Definitely not the enthusiasm you’d hoped for. But you were dating her one and only son, her baby boy, so her trepidation was not unexpected.

It was getting dark outside, and the snow was falling much harder than forecasted. Because of the late hour and the unfavorable weather, Sonny’s parents offered to let everyone stay at their house for the night. When Mrs. Carisi divvied up the rooms amongst all the guests, somehow, the only one left for you and Sonny was Gina and Bella’s childhood bedroom. Which you wouldn’t have minded, except for one thing…

Gina and Bella had shared bunk beds.

Mrs. Carisi tried to play innocent. “What do you want me to do? It’s the only bed left. You wanna sleep in the closet?” But you strongly suspected this was her not so subtle way of hinting that she didn’t want any out-of-wedlock shenanigans happening under her roof.

You and Sonny entered the bedroom, dumbfounded how you found yourself in this situation. The walls were covered in pastel floral wallpaper that reminded you of the 80s. Next to the closet sat a well-worn oak dresser with scuffs along the side—probably from having the closet door slammed into it. The window was adorned with pink striped curtains that appeared to have been homemade, perhaps by Mrs. Carisi. And at the back of the room stood the dreaded set of bunk beds. 

The closer you got, the smaller the beds seemed. 

“You have got to be kidding me.” Sonny rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He’d like to say he was surprised, but this honestly wasn’t even the craziest of his mother’s antics. “I, uh, I could go talk to Ma…” he trailed off as he glanced at you hesitantly, looking for you to tell him what to do next.

You thought about it for a split second, but the defeated look on his face told you that Sonny didn’t want to fight with his mom tonight. “No, it’s fine. It’s just for one night, anyways.” As utterly silly as this was, you were still worried about making a good impression with his mother. You thought there was the slightest chance you’d earn her respect if you went along with this madness.

Relief washed over Sonny’s face. He made a mental note to thank God at Mass tomorrow for blessing him with such an understanding girlfriend. He looked back at the bunk beds, reminded of the uncomfortable night ahead of him. With a deep sigh, he accepted his fate. “Okay, roomie, which bunk do you want?”

“Which would you be more comfortable in?” You wanted to be mindful of his size. You weren’t necessarily tiny, but certainly smaller than him.

His eyes darted between you and the beds before gesturing to his lengthy frame. “Babe, it’s not gonna make a difference.”

“Well…” A wicked smirk crept onto your lips. “I’ve never slept in a bunk bed before.” You mischievously climbed up the ladder to claim the top bunk as yours.

Sonny rolled his eyes, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t charmed by your childish spirit. “Alright, doll, you can be on top tonight.” You glared at his immature joke, but desperately tried to suppress the warmth rising in your cheeks. “Why don’t you get down from there so we can get ready for bed?”

Sonny stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, offering you his dress shirt to sleep in. He had worn his blue and white polka dot one, which was your favorite on him. You shamelessly held the shirt to your face. Breathing in its musky scent, enjoying the warmth still clinging to the fabric.

While getting ready, you turned to see Sonny struggling as he tried to squish himself into the bedframe. He regretted he hadn’t taken you up on that offer to join your yoga class. He bonked his head against the wall and jammed his knee into the bedpost. Too exhausted to be fighting a literal piece of furniture, he resigned himself to sticking his feet off the edge and resting his arm on the floor.

Swallowing your giggles, you tiptoed to the bed, kneeling to look at a very defeated Sonny. “Are you going to be okay down here?” You had to whisper otherwise you’d bust out into a cackle.

“Oh, yeah, just like a five-star hotel.” At least he was able to fit his sense of humor in there.

You exchanged “I love yous” and a quick kiss, then you climbed up to your own bunk. It took a minute of tossing and turning, but you found a comfortable position for the night.

Fifteen minutes later, you were on the edge of sleep when you heard Sonny let out a disgruntled groan. The bed started to shift. Before you knew it, Sonny was up the ladder, crawling into your bunk.

“No, no, Sonny! What’re you doing?” You quietly tried to shoo him, afraid he’d break the bed. Ignoring your protests he tried to squeeze in beside you.

“Doll, it’s cold down there,” he whined. You knew that was a lie. Sonny, true to his name, radiated heat like the sun. He was never cold.

You playfully tilted your head and raised your eyebrow. “You sure you weren’t just lonely?”.

Sonny was grateful the darkness hid his boyish blush. It was an awkward dance trying to get you both to fit. Giggles erupted as your legs and arms tangled together. Eventually, Sonny pulled you on top of him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You curled up under his chin, finally settling.

You tried to fall asleep but were distracted by the gently snoring man beneath you. You felt enveloped by his warmth, intoxicated by the smell of his cologne. You knew this was quite possibly the worst time and place to be horny, but you couldn’t ignore the heat growing in your belly. You needed to relieve the tension, so you slowly ground into Sonny.

You felt a groan reverberate in his chest. “Doll, whatcha doin’?” His voice was low, thick with sleep.

“Well, you were complaining about being cold.” You ground your hips harder into his, hoping he would get the message.

Sonny’s laugh was cut off by a wanton moan. He slowly tightened his hands around your hips. You felt him growing hard beneath you.

Your message was clearly received.

He gently flipped you onto your back. “You're gonna be the death of me, ya know that...possibly literally.” He looked over the side of the bed, gauging how far the ground was.

He knew this was a bad idea. But you were so effortlessly beautiful laid out beneath him, wearing nothing but panties and his shirt. His desire for you had been building all night. Watching you blend in so easily with his crazy family, strutting around in your green party dress. He’d barely been able to keep his hands to himself. Now, hovering above you, his resolve was quickly slipping away. Your skin was soft under his fingertips, and he could smell remnants of your gingerbread perfume. You felt like the perfect Christmas present—handpicked just for him, waiting to be unwrapped. How could he resist?

He pulled you into a searing kiss. You kissed him back with the same intensity, rubbing your hands up and down his back. You moaned into his mouth, louder than you’d intended. Sonny shushed you, reminding you that you had to be quiet. You carefully peeled Sonny out of his undershirt. A goofy smile spread onto his face as he watched you struggle against the fabric. He realized how juvenile this was, but he was enjoying every minute of it. He looked deeply into your eyes, feeling the closeness he’d been desperately craving the whole evening.

He balanced himself on his forearms, wanting to make you as comfortable as possible. He hiked up your shirt just enough to gain access to your chest. He gently massaged your sensitive breast. His calloused fingers dragged gently against your skin and across your nipple, making it harden beneath his touch. You gasped as you arched your back to meet his hand. The whimpers coming from your throat were nothing compared to Sonny’s.

He enjoyed giving you pleasure infinitely more than receiving it.

He tried to ignore the burning in his shoulders. But suddenly his muscles gave out, throwing him off balance. Making a split-second decision to avoid collapsing on top of you, he tumbled over the side of the bed. He landed with a comical thud that echoed throughout the silent room.

“Sonny!” you whisper yelled, as if you hadn’t just awakened the entire house with your raunchy escapades. You quickly climbed down to check on Sonny where he lay groaning on the floor. “Are you okay? Is anything broken?”

He propped himself up on his elbows, taking stock of his body. “Besides my pride?” Wincing as he rubbed the back of his head. “I think I’ll live.” You kissed his forehead. Thankfully, the bed hadn’t been that tall, so a serious injury was unlikely.

As you sat on the floor looking up at the bunk beds, a thought popped into your head. “Hey, Sonny?”

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t we just put the mattress on the floor?”

Sonny’s face went blank at the realization. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips tightly. He groaned in frustration as he laid his head back on the floor, and you busted out into a fit of giggles. You pulled the mattresses off the bunks and lined them up next to each other on the floor. You couldn’t help but feel incredibly stupid that you hadn’t thought of this in the first place.

Well, hindsight is 20/20…or about 5 feet off the floor.

You cuddled up under the blankets, much cozier on the floor than in the beds. Sonny’s eyebrows were laced together deep in thought.

“You doing alright, sunshine?” You brushed the hair away that had fallen into his eyes.

His face relaxed under your touch. “Yeah, I’m just wondering why I couldn’t be the favorite child.” You shook your head in amusement, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Bella would never have been asked to share a bunk bed.”

You scooched in close to teasingly whisper in his ear, “That’s because Tommy popped the question.”

Sonny threw his head back and laughed so hard, you worried it would wake up the house yet again. “Ya trying to tell me something, doll?”

“All I’m saying is maybe some new jewelry could get us better accommodations next year.” You wiggled the fingers of your left hand.

He took your hand and lovingly kissed each of your fingers, pausing before your ring finger. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You snuggled deeper under the covers, happily entangled together. You closed your eyes, playing back the evening’s events in your mind. It was certainly a night you wouldn’t soon forget. You wondered how big the lump on Sonny’s head would be. Or if maybe you’d be engaged by next Christmas…

And how to explain all of this to his mother in the morning.

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Mock Trial - Professor AU

Professor!Alex Cabot x Fellow!Casey Novak

Chapter 11 - Masterlist

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: A review of Christmas break, clarity about our lovers' connection, and the introduction of our dearest title, Mock Trial.

A/N: Happy Holidays!! Life has been improving and so has my motivation. Thank you all for being patient during this rough point in my life. I'm excited to keep this going!

Hands brush over curves. The dim light of the bedroom passes through them as their lips meet to create an electricity that ascends through their bodies. Casey’s moans appear in the air as bubbles shimmering with cosmic stardust. Alex’s fingertips create trails of electricity over Casey’s body, illuminating her veins. Casey’s chest swells, trust and pleasure radiating from her heart just as the heat grows in her stomach. Her mouth falls open -

The alarm plays violently, startling Casey from her sleep. She rolls over with a groan, turning off the alarm. For a singular second, her heart leaps as she turns back over, expecting to collide with the body of her lover. That second passes quickly when she arrives on the other side of the bed without collision. The start of the semester signified a pause in their dream-like life, wherein Casey could no longer reside with Alex as consistently. Now, at six in the morning, they have been apart for nearly twenty four hours. Anyone else and Casey would not have blinked at the time spent away, but with Alex she feels the tug at the base of her heart, willing her back into her arms. As Casey forces herself out of her deceivingly large bed, her mind wanders to reminiscence of the holiday break. 

Leading up to Elliot’s arrival, Casey worried herself nearly sick with how he’d perceive her relationship with Alex. She couldn’t help but imagine him claiming that Alex is using her, or questioning whether or not Casey really likes Alex or if it’s just the attention. She knew that he’d find a way to comment on their age gap and Alex’s place of power. Unfortunately, these fears came to reality, more or less, when they picked him up from the airport. 

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The anxiety and excitement gnaw at Casey as they stand at baggage claim, waiting patiently for Elliot’s plane to land. Her eyes dart around, watching the baggage carousel and the people surrounding it. Her hand squeezes Alex’s tightly, the other picks at her face as she watches. 

Casey’s twitching catches Alex’s eye and she turns to observe her partner. She narrows her eyes for a moment and then reaches her hand to stroke Casey’s arm. “Case?” 

Casey turns to look into Alex’s eyes, grinning, “what?” 

Alex looks her up and down, “What’s wrong? You’re all over the place.” 

Casey sighs and looks away, going back to observing the space around them. She shakes her head softly, “nothing, Lex. I’m okay,” she claims, eyes vacant as she stares at the people passing by. 

Alex scoffs and squeezes Casey’s hand as she moves in front of her. “Casey,” she says sternly. Casey’s attention is redirected, her eyes wide as she stares at Alex. “What’s going on?” Alex asks her with a soft, sympathetic look. 

Casey looks down, avoiding Alex’s gaze. Alex intuitively pulls Casey into a hug, squeezing her tightly. Casey mumbles into Alex’s coat, “How are you not anxious?” 

Alex laughs, “About meeting your brother?” 

Casey pulls away, holding Alex’s hips, “Yes!” She bites her lip, “I know he means well, but I don’t want to hear his snide comments.” 

Alex shakes her head, “I know, it’s going to be okay.” She takes a deep breath and Casey notes the wisdom seeping through Alex’s demeanor. “I’ve met plenty of detectives, I can handle him.” 

Casey smirks, a wave of ease washing over her. “But have any of the detectives been your girlfriend’s brother?” Casey quips, watching Alex’s expression. 

Alex blushes and looks away, smiling, “Nooo…” she giggles, “but I’ll be okay. So will you,” she presses their foreheads together and kisses Casey softly, the redhead humming against their lips, content. 

As they pull away, Casey glances over Alex’s shoulder and her face lights up. Elliot comes strolling down the walk way, grinning like an idiot. Casey pats Alex’s shoulder softly and Alex steps out of her way, watching her girlfriend rush over to her family. She envelops him in a huge hug, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Alex gazes at her lovingly, picturing herself in Elliot’s shoes, and feeling her heart swell. 

Elliot hugs her back of course, though with only one arm as his suitcase trails behind. He squeezes tightly, murmuring hellos in Casey’s ear. After greeting his little sister, Elliot peers up at Alex. Her eyes are firmly planted on Casey’s figure, eyes swollen with affection as she takes in the elatedness of her partner. He smiles, eyes still apprehensive, and speaks, “And this must be Alexandra Cabot.” 

Alex is shocked from her haze when Casey releases Elliot and he steps forward, extending his hand. Alex nods and takes it, shaking it firmly. “I hope you’ve treated my little sister well,” Elliot comments, smirking at Alex, who adorns her white coat and black gloves. The first thing that comes to Elliot’s mind is that she looks like a pimp’s wife, but he shoves it back for the sake of his sister. 

Alex smiles widely, hiding her gulp, “Nice to meet you, Elliot,” she nods. 

Casey, wide eyed and fighting nausea, steps between them, glaring at her brother. “She’s been treating me very well, Elliot. Let’s get your bag,” she attempts to diffuse his tension. 

“This is all I brought, Case. I travel light, remember?” He tells her with a chuckle and she nods, taking a deep breath. 

She glares at him and mouths the words, “be nice.” He giggles and follows as Casey leads the way. They end up in a line, Casey in the center, as they make their way towards the parking garage. Elliot tries his best to make polite conversation as they meander through the airport. 

“So, Alex,” he begins lightheartedly, “Casey tells me you’re a great professor.” 

Alex’s face flushes bright red as they step outside, the heat worsened by the cold wind. “Well,” she begins, “Casey is a great student. She’s very bright and takes instruction well. She’s a pleasure to teach.” 

Casey’s heart flutters at Alex’s insinuation. Meanwhile, Elliot scowls as he looks ahead. “She’s always been the teacher's pet. I just never thought it would turn into anything real,” he quips. 

“Elliot!” Casey scolds. 

“It’s okay, Case,” Alex reassures her, rubbing her back as they step into the elevator. “I understand your apprehension, Elliot.”

“Do you?” He asks, turning around in the elevator to address them both. He sighs and softens his gaze when he catches his little sister’s sad eyes. “Look, I want to celebrate the holidays with my sister. I know that you mean a lot to her, so you’re going to be there.” He takes a sharp breath, biting his lip as he looks down. “I’m going to try to get to know you as her girlfriend, not as her…” he sighs, “professor.” 

The elevator dings to the floor of the garage, Alex smiles awkwardly at Elliot. They fall out of the elevator and Alex leads them to the car. While Elliot puts his suitcase in the trunk, Alex goes to open Casey’s door, as she always does. She then waits near the trunk, hoping to speak with Elliot for a moment. He looks up at her just as he closes the trunk, and she smiles awkwardly. 

“I have no ill intentions towards Casey,” she reassures him. 

He scoffs, giving her a once over. “We’ll talk about this more later,” he nods, trying to push past her. 

“Okay,” she agrees timidly, watching as he gets into the car. She swallows and gets into the driver’s seat, frustrated with his preconceptions. 

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Tension builds in the pit of Casey’s stomach as she gathers the last of her things for class. Her final semester of law school has finally arrived. Instead of being riddled with excitement, she’s riddled with anticipation of how much people know about her and Alex. Quiet and vile voices whisper in the back of her mind, commenting on how she’s dating Alex for the grades, for the money, for the connections - anything but for who she is. In preparation for these types of assumptions, both of them agreed to keep their relationship under wraps while at school. 

Despite knowing this is for the best, Casey can’t help but hope that Alex will wrap her arms around her when they see each other in the hallway. She hopes that she’ll be able to talk with her and banter between classes, or that she’ll be able to visit her office without it catching anyone’s eye. That will be more difficult this semester, as Casey has no courses with Alex, giving her less of an excuse to see her during the school day. In the back of her mind, Casey knows this won’t stop her from visiting. 

When she arrives at the school, her eyes dart around in search of her partner. Through the parking lot, down the hallways, peering into the closed rooms, no sign of Alex. As her discouragement starts to take hold of her heart, she startled out of her goal when Charlie purposefully bumps into her.

She scoffs at him as he giggles, “looking for your long lost love?” He jokes. 

Casey rolls her eyes, a grin surfacing through her feigned annoyance. “Yes, have you seen her?” 

He shakes his head, “sorry, Love. No tall blondes in my sights this morning.” He cuts in front of her as they walk towards the library, spinning around to look at her as he continues moving backwards. “Now, I have seen the most handsome man downstairs today. You should’ve seen him - his hair naturally swooped, his eyes were basically black, his jawline - ooohhh, Case.” 

She smiles weakly at him as they step into the library. “I can only imagine, Char.” They take a table in the corner and set up like they’re going to study for class only to end up talking the entire time instead. They talked about their break, their time together and apart. The entire time, Casey couldn’t help but hold onto the Christmas dinner that they had at Alex’s.

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The entire home was enveloped in warm light. Soft, white twinkle lights danced around the outskirts. A well lit tree, perfectly decorated with gold lights, green and red tinsel, and matching ornaments all over - none of which had glitter. Wonderful scents waft from the kitchen, where Casey works multiple dishes simultaneously. Alex meanders all over the apartment, tidying and admiring her partner. Casey’s abilities never cease to impress her, a gentle grin rising to her cheeks each time she passes by the kitchen bar. 

A cop knock at the door and Casey starts to pause her cooking when Alex surprises her by wrapping her arms around her waist. Alex kisses her cheek softly and whispers that she’ll take care of it, sensing the tension rise in Casey’s body. The knock raps again and Alex hurries to the door, opening it to exactly who she’d anticipated.

Elliot smiles half-heartedly, “Hey,” he greets himself. 

“Come in,” Alex waves him inside, extending her hand. “I can take those for you,” she offers, gesturing to the two decorative bags hanging from his hand. 

“Ah, no, it’s okay. Where would you like them?” 

Her face blushes and she closes the door behind him. “You’re welcome to put them under the tree,” she tells him. He goes without speaking and, behind his back, Casey whips around and makes eye contact with Alex. She furrows her brow as her eyes slip towards Elliot, wondering why he couldn’t just let Alex take the gifts. 

Elliot takes a comically large whiff of the room, “wow, Case! It smells amazing here, are you making mom’s ham?”

“I ammm,” she drawls, “among other things.” Elliot makes his way towards the kitchen, seeming to automatically dominate the room. They begin chattering about the food and Alex finds something to feign her busyness with. Eventually, she can feign it no longer and she takes a seat next to Elliot at the bar. She listens to their conversation, hoping for an opportunity to jump in and save herself. Just as she finds the perfect entry, a softer knock lands on the door. She stands to get it, stating so, just as Casey turns around. She wipes her hands on a dish towel, having completed the last of the cooking just mere seconds prior. Her eyes land lovingly on Alex’s figure as she opens the door and greets her friends. Elliot follows Casey’s gaze and smiles, noting the loving expression undeniably clear on her face. Alex closes the door behind Charlie and Linda, and she looks up to meet Casey’s eyes. Elliot witnesses the spark fly across the room when their eyes meet, the small grins on their faces and the redness pooling in their cheeks say it all. 

Alex puts the gifts from their friends under the tree and Casey finally diverts her eyes as Charlie and Linda make their way towards the table. “Dinner is ready! You guys want to help me put it on the table?” Everyone chimes in, agreeing, and makes their way into the kitchen where Casey directs them. In a few seconds, they’ve all managed to put the collection of dishes onto the table just as Casey instructed. 

With all of the dishes placed on the table in a strategic manner, the family took their seats around the table. Alex at the head of the table, Casey to her left, and Charlie to her right. Elliot took place next to Casey and Linda took place next to Charlie. They smiled and engaged in momentarily awkward conversation, but after a bit, everything seemed to fall into place. Through conversation and playful banter, Elliot was able to see more of what Alex was like with them. For a time, he forgot that Alex was his age, that she was Casey’s professor. For a time, he saw how in love they are and how Alex holds great reverence for Casey, valuing her every word, letting them stick to her like honey. 

During the course of the meal, Casey and Alex’s tension waned. Alex’s concerns with Elliot’s perceptions fell to the wayside the more she saw Casey loosen up. Love bubbled in her heart and made its way through to her fingertips, which wandered to Casey’s hand whenever the chance presented itself. Every time they held hands, Casey offered the occasional stray look and felt electricity pulse through her. Her skin warmed slowly and her heart leapt, but her chest calmed. Security washed over her with every look she exchanged with Alex. 

Eventually, the meal came to an end and sweet gifts were exchanged. Elliot brought something for Casey and Alex, Charlie and Linda brought a gift for Casey and a card for Alex, and Alex found small gifts for everyone. Each of the gifts exchanged showcased the attributes of each individual, a totally personal connection and full of meaningful gestures. Towards the end, Casey and her friends engaged in a conversation that Alex and Elliot could only listen to. Alex took a second and kissed the top of Casey’s head, stepping out onto her balcony to cool down. 

Casey paid no mind as Alex stepped out onto the balcony, sure she just needed a moment to herself as was often the case. Light snowfall landed onto the metal fencing surrounding the balcony, and sprinkled on Alex’s cheeks, melting on impact. She lit a cigarette, leaning against the railing and looking down at the cars below. Her mind and heart slowed, grateful for how the night had turned out. Her worries seemed to be extinguished as Elliot was going home the next day. In the same breath, the balcony door opened quietly and shut with the same tone, causing Alex to glance over her shoulder to find Elliot stepping out with her. 

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When Charlie and Casey finally make their way to class, Casey can’t help but keep her head on a swivel, searching for Alex. Arriving at their classroom door, the last two in, Casey’s head finally falls in disappointment. 

“Casey!” A faint voice calls down the hallway as it passes the corridor. 

Casey’s head shoots up, blushing almost immediately. The blonde peeks past the edge of the corridor and waves at her partner, smiling. Casey waves back, and Alex blows her a kiss before  making her way down the hall. Casey feels a weight slowly flutter away from her chest as she enters the classroom, her cheek seeming to burn from the kiss blown in her direction.

Just a short distance away, Alex rushes to her class. She hates to run late but she struggled to wake up this morning, missing her partner, who seemed to be a natural alarm clock. Throughout her class time, Alex couldn’t do anything other than think about Casey. She longed for her scent, her conversation, the touch of her hand, her warmth as she snakes her arm around Casey’s waist. She daydreams about having lunch with her later, having texted her an invitation at her soonest convenience. Since the holidays, Alex’s confidence in their relationship grew exponentially. 

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Between the holiday party and Elliot’s arrival, Casey and Alex enjoyed their time playing house. Alex began going to the grocery store with Casey, they cooked together, they lounged around reading and watching sports, and they had many dates. They started to get used to waking up to each other every morning, becoming increasingly aware of each other’s habits. Issues came and went, but both seemed to be willing to resolve the issues calmly. Alex had never felt so comfortable with a partner, and had never imagined she would. She started to look forward to the future again, daydreaming about Casey’s place in it. 

Meanwhile, Casey felt much the same, though it was tainted with fear of what others would think of them. She imagined her peers assuming she chose Alex for the money or connections, merely using her as a leg up on the latter. She feared how people would view their age gap as time went on and how they would handle it. When the anxious thoughts finally catch up to Casey, she peels her eyes open from her slumber and pulls Alex closer. She takes a deep, wakeful breath and kisses Alex’s shoulders, down into the crook of her neck. 

“G’morning,” she murmurs into Alex’s ear. Alex had been awake, reading on her phone and petting Toby, who sleeps peacefully curled up against her chest. 

Alex turns her phone off and turns her head slightly, allowing Casey to kiss her lips before receding back to her neck. “Morning,” she whispers back. Her hands gravitate towards Casey’s, wrapped around her torso, and she strokes them softly with her fingertips. 

“Lex?” Casey asks nervously. 

“Hmm?” Alex responds, eyes shutting for a moment as she tunes her ears to Casey’s words. 

“May I ask you a question?” Casey’s eyes are sad as they stare into the distance, brushing her lips across Alex’s neck, the soft sensation stimulating her. 

Alex chuffs, “you can ask me as many questions as you like, baby.” 

Casey’s heart still skips a beat. She nuzzles her face into the back of Alex’s neck, breathing in the scent of her conditioner and their sheets. “Do you know that you love me?” 

Alex furrows her brow and turns onto her back, forcing Casey to meet her gaze. She smiles sheepishly as she considers the question. She pulls Casey down for a quick kiss, “I do. I know that I love you. Why?” 

Casey scans her face, seeming to ignore the question. “But…” she sighs, her face contorting in confusion and concern. “How do you know?” 

Alex giggles and shuts her eyes for a moment, trying to determine how to articulate her feelings. She opens her eyes and takes a deep breath as she peers into Casey’s green. She grins, feeling her cheeks begin to warm, and looks down at Casey’s lips. A deep breath allows the words to creak past her lips, “It’s like knowing how to breathe, Case.” Her eyes return to Casey’s, which have softened with what Alex believes to be love. “I just know.” 

Casey closes her eyes in thought for a time, then leans down and kisses Alex deeply. When she pulls away, she moves down to pepper kisses along Alex’s cheek before nuzzling into her neck. “I love you, too. A lot,” she whispers into Alex’s ear. Alex’s heart beats heavy, and she turns to wrap her arms around Casey’s body. She pulls her in close, stroking her fingers through Casey’s red tendrils and kissing the top of her head. 

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Lunch finally comes around and Alex practically falls into her office, setting the food on her desk in a clamour. Once the food is set, she turns on her phone and searches for Casey’s response. 

Casey <3: I’ll be late, but I’m coming to your office for lunch <3

Alex smiles, sending back a heart, and then taking a moment to split the food. She took the extra time to sit down and sift through her emails. One reminds her that she volunteered to be a coach for the 3L’s mock trial competition. She sighs as she reads the details regarding their expectations for her. She glances up at the clock, Casey’s at least fifteen minutes late. Her chest starts to sink, just a bit. She bites her lip and decides to start prepping the material for the mock trial team. More time passes and with each glance at the clock, her heart sinks and she checks her phone. 

With only twenty minutes left of her lunch, she starts picking at her food with a distracted mind. So distracted that the knock at the door frame causes her to jump. Her eyes dart up to the door, aggravated at first that she was startled, but her expression eases when she notices her sweetheart smiling in the doorway. 

“Hi,” Alex whispers sheepishly. 

Wordless, Casey makes her way over to Alex’s chair. Alex spins out a bit, just in time for Casey to cup her face and lean down, kissing her passionately. A delighted hum is shared between them, smiles slowly spreading on their cheeks. Casey pulls away for a moment, just long enough to whisper back, “I’m sorry I’m so late. We got the results for the mock trial this semester,” she kisses Alex again, a few times over, not allowing her time to speak. 

Alex snakes her hands up Casey’s body and pulls her into her lap, cradling her carefully. She figures out how to steer their lips apart and kisses Casey’s cheeks over and over. “It’s alright, I’m just glad you made it,” she murmurs into Casey’s warming flesh. 

Finally separated, Casey cups Alex’s face, stroking her cheeks and treasuring how Alex’s arms fit around her, like puzzle pieces. A moment of dazzling eye contact and they’ve regained their composure. Alex brings the food closer to them with one hand and Casey takes the one she knows is hers. They start to eat and Alex barely collects herself. Once again, she’s revisited by the powerful sensation of love, seeming to vibrate in her chest and distract her from anything needing her focus. In the moments of shared silence, her mind subtly wanders to the balcony of her apartment, snow falling softly on Alex and Elliot. 

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“Hey,” Elliot says quietly as he approaches Alex, who leans on the railing, letting the cigarette burn between her fingers. 

She smiles sheepishly, whispering “hey,” back to him. 

“I didn’t peg you for a smoker,” he states as he mimics her stance. 

She scoffs, “I don’t regularly. Just when I need to clear my head.” 

A moment of silence passes between them and Elliot shoves his hands in his coat pocket, turning towards Alex. “I don’t dislike you,” he states. 

Alex furrows her brows, flicking her cigarette and turning to face him. “You don’t?” She asks apprehensively, a faint smirk present on her face. 

He laughs and shakes his head. “No…” He takes a deep breath through his nose and exhales, his breath fogging between them. “I see the way that you look at her. I’ve been paying attention to the way you treat her and the people she cares about.” He bites the inside of his lip and glances into the distance behind her. “It says a lot about you.” 

She tries to slow the smile that slowly rises to her face, “thank you.” She looks him up and down, “I like you, too. I’m really glad that someone cares about Casey as much as you do. She loves you,” she glances at the door, peering through the glass at her lover, “a lot.” 

He glances the same direction, and then back to her. Her eyes are still planted on Casey, her features softening before his eyes. He remembers seeing this look on his father’s face every time he watched Casey’s mother from afar. He remembers giving this look every time he admires his own wife with their children. Joy fills his lungs at the thought someone could look at his sister this way. Having protected her all his life, he could only hope that she would find someone who looked at her this way and treated her the same. 

“You know, Alex,” he begins to catch her attention. She slowly turns back to him, her eyes light and soft in the dim light of the apartment as it casts through the window and reflects on the snow. “Love is…” he exhales deeply, “a connection that transcends everything. It’s not an obsession.” Alex narrows her brow and tilts her head as she listens, hoping he’ll continue. “When I first heard about your relationship, I thought it was an obsession, an infatuation.” Alex scoffs with a light grin, he does the same as he continues. “But the more that I’ve gotten to see you both interact, the more that I’ve seen how she acts with you, and you with her…it’s apparent that it’s far more than obsession.” They meet each other’s eyes, Alex’s twinkling with anticipation, unsure if he has more to say. He smiles awkwardly at her and lets out a chuckle, “Alex, she loves you. And it’s obvious to me that you love her.” 

Alex, trying to muster a response and being met only with the impulse to tell him that he loves her, is interrupted by the glass door opening. Casey peeks her head out, grinning with her teeth wide in the chilled air. “Everything okay out here?” 

Elliot and Alex look back at each other, smiling, and then back at her. “Everything is perfect, Case,” he tells her. 

A moment of silence passes as they all exchange glances. “Well…” she starts, her eyes darting between them, “come back inside. It’s cold!” They laugh at her and nod, Elliot rolling his eyes as he leads the way back inside. Alex flicks her cigarette to the ground and snuffs it, stepping inside after him, and kissing Casey softly, whispering an ‘I love you’ that had been trapped in her throat. 

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Once they’d quickly eaten their lunch, Alex finally took a moment to breathe and acknowledge Casey’s reasoning for her lateness. “What were the results for the mock trial, baby? I got an email about it, too, but I haven’t looked at the list yet.” 

Casey grins, returning to Alex’s lap after cleaning up from eating. “I got in! Charlie, too.” 

“That’s so amazing, Case. I’m proud of  you,” Alex tells her, cupping Casey’s face and pulling it down to kiss her deeply. 

“You should see who else got in,” Casey presses. “I haven’t gotten to talk to anyone else,” she reasons. Alex rolls her eyes but does as proposed, turning around, and using one hand to navigate her computer. With the other hand wrapped around Casey’s body, softly stroking her with her thumb, she pulls up the email about the mock trial and begins opening the attachments. 

“Mmmm,” Alex hums, a devious smirk pulling at her cheeks. 

“What?” Casey asks urgently, “what is it, Lex?” 

Alex runs her tongue over her bottom lip and pulls it between her teeth as she turns to look up at her lover. “Well,” she begins, trying to tease Casey a bit by dragging out her answer. “It looks like I’m coaching your mock trial team.” 

[alexbrecks]

Bensler + Season One

[scarlettjemily]

screaming, crying, throwing up

law & order svu | 25x7

[userbarson]

[marilynthornhilllover]

Can you please write rough smut for grey hair Emily Prentiss that’s just… total shameless filth😭 like choking, breeding kinks, semi public sex (in her office)

I could eat that girl for lunch

Emily prentiss x Fem!reader

Warning: smut 18+, breeding kink, semi public sex, breast kink, spitting kink, choking kink, praise kink, mommy kink, one slap, slight cunniligus, fingering, slight strap fucking, etc.

A/N: oh I lost it with this one🤭enjoy sorry it took so long 😭

You knew it was wrong to think of your boss Emily in such a way.... but God damn it. You just couldn't control yourself anymore. I mean come on she's the Emily prentiss, Unit Chief of the BAU, who wouldn't be obsessed with her, sorry in love with her. She was insufferable, almost irresistible like a drug. The way she would bite her lips when ever she laughed or was focused on something very important.

Or The way she held her hands in her pockets and stood against door frames or leaned against desks. The way her hips would sway whenever she struts down the hallway towards her office and finally, the way she looks at you. The way this woman would look at you was everything. Her eyes, they were always glued to you when you were busy doing your work. She thought you didn’t notice her but gaze detection is a real thing that works.

Emily would stare at you as if she wanted to devour you. And it always made you weak. It made your skin get heated and your mind go dizzy. You couldn’t focus when her eyes were on you, it was as if every cell in you wanted to explde. The time you wore a strapless shirt to work because it was too hot out, and for the entire day she couldn't find the decency to stop her eyes from roaming over your collarbone and shoulders, and the other time you wore a mini skirt and a top that had a zip in the middle that was pulled down just enough to see your cleavage. She went nuts.

Emily knew of your angel face, but she didn’t let that fool her. She knew you had dirty thoughts of her, you even went as far as making a dirty jokes about her. One time she overheard Jennifer asking you if you were to fuck anyone in the office who would you fuck and you had chosen 'Emily'.

You always had a thing for older women, and everyone in the office knew, so maybe it’s obvious that you had quite a massive crush on your boss as well. You heard rumors of Emily being “ talented” with her tongue and “skilled” with her fingers. You did have the privilege to meet one of Emily’s ex-girlfriends at a seasonal greeting event, and by her words “ Emily almost took her out of the world”.

You did try to do your work as best as possible and tried your very hardest to keep out of her way. And for some time it had seemed to work. Emily caught onto the drift and sensed that you were giving her the cold shoulder and the both of you stuck to strictly business and work professional procedures and encounters. But none of this stopped Emily from winking at you from time to time and even going as far as moving you aside by your waist using her hands when you were both in the kitchen getting lunch at the office.

Her hands in your waist sent electric shocks throughout your body, and each time she gave you a sly smirk. You did try to ignore her most of the time. And for a while it lasted.

So tonight you don’t know what possessed you to sneak into Emily’s office. There was a big case that was on the table and it required all hands on deck. You had decided to stay back and help Emily crack some codes but after half an hour in she left. It was pretty late, around 10:38 PM and you were exhausted. Your eyes flicked up to inspect your surroundings because sometimes people break into police departments to steal evidence.

That’s when you saw her that her office light was on and had decided to go turn it off and then after you would finish pack up and then leave . It wasn’t the first time being in her office, but it was the first time alone, by yourself….. with just her stuff. Her jacket was thrown on the back of her chair and a couple of her personal belongings sprawled out on her desk. You had already checked for cameras and any audio devices, there were none. So you took off your pants and panties, shirt and bra leaving yourself completely naked in your boss office.

Absolutely downright crazy, bat shit crazy. You sit in her chair and gently began fingering yourself at a slow pace, but quickly increased it as you became more desperate and needy. Your eyes were tightly shut closed, as your hand worked it’s magic down between your legs. All that can be heard was the wet sounds your cunt was making when you thrusted your fingers in your pussy, your weak hoasty moans and your loud and elaborate breathing as you neared your peak.

Your orgasm washed over you almost knocking you out of the chair and onto the floor causing you to topple over yourself . Your eyes hastily as you swallowed thickly and bit your lips.

“ well” a voice says, half disappointed half surprised. Your eyes snap up towards the entrance of the office to see Emily standing there. Her expression was unreadable. You felt all the blood drain from your face as your entire body freezes with both fear and shame. Emily smirked at you before she took a step into the room, closing and locking the door behind her ( you forgot to close the door?!) . She took slow strides towards the table as she pushed her hands into her pocket.

“ you know I really thought you were just a shy little good girl who knew her worth and knew how to ask for things…. But I guess I was totally wrong wasn’t I?” She asked, carefully walking around the desk, she stopped and stood in a position where she was pressing all her weight on one foot as she titled her head, inspecting you. She chuckled silently and further approached you.

“ could have fooled me babe” she says plainly, she then grabs you by your jaw and forces your face upwards to look at her. Still you remain frozen. A part of you couldn’t believe you had gotten into this situation and another part wanted to curl up into a ball and completely disappear for all eternity, never to be seen again.

“ look at you, I stood there for over 20 minutes, all in which you did nothing but fuck yourself senseless to the thought of me, don’t you see it now y/n your my slut” she says, purring the last two words, that may have reheated something in you because you need her all over again.

“ uh oh, what’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or did you lose your voice after screaming my name so loud? Oh Emily , fuck yes Emily, fuck me Emily” she mocked you and that’s when a realization of being naked hits you. You were completely bare before this woman. In her own office. Such a shame.

Emily’s eyebrow quirked in amusement as she looked at you shy away from her and look everywhere but into her dark eyes. She took the opportunity to look at your body intensely. With a silent hum her eyes wondered down your chest, stoping to look at your breast and how perked your nipples were. She then moved further down your body and her eyes landed on your vagina, from the way you were sitting she couldn’t see much but just the thought of fucking it got her going.

In one swift moment Emily grabbed you by your waist and tossed you onto the desk. You whined at the sudden action and prompted yourself up onto your elbows to remove some objects from behind of your back before you proceeded to lay down. Your legs opened up involuntarily which caused Emily to smirk as she stood between them causing them to spread even wider. Regardless of your previous orgasm you were already so desperate for this woman’s touch.

Emily took off her jacket and soon everything else went with it. She was bare in just her pants alone. You wanted her to remove it but you were too mesmerized by her stern breast to give a shit. Her pants were high waisted but allowed you to see her toned abs a little. God you wanted her so badly. Your shaking hands made their way up to her skin and you gently placed your hand on her abs admiring them, god she must work out real good. For a moment you thought that you were lost in heaven until you felt her remove your hand.

“Getting touchy now are we? That’s slutty behavior” she laughed, she loved teasing you and seeing you squirm beneath her. This wasn’t the first time Emily had you under this choke hold. There were many other times where she was able to get under you skin….. but those are stories for another time. She leaned down and hovered her lips over your mouth, contemplating if she should give into you or let you go crazy over her some more. Even though Emily could see the pleading look in your eyes she knew better than to give the devil what she wanted.

Emily chuckled as she removed a strand of hair from your already sweaty forehead to behind your ear. Her hand stayed there, behind your neck, for a while her grasp tightening every few seconds which caused you to release a quiet moan from your throat. Emily looked down at you in deep thought before her eyes flicked down to your lips. Her thump caressed your jaw for a little while before she spoke.

“ open your mouth” her request definitely caught you off guard but the way she said it made your thighs clench but you remember that she was laying between them, making it hard to do so. You looked up at her confused as your breathing got shallow. You gulped and did as she asked. For a while she did nothing but then she opened her mouth and slowly poured her saliva into your mouth.

You were a little disgusted because back in high school you were always the one to say that you’d never allow anyone to do this to you but things have changed, it’s Emily fucking prentiss. Sorry. It’s mommy. And something about this just turned you on more because you could feel the slick that was pooling between your thighs from your pussy. Emily stopped and watched you close your mouth. She gave you a look and you knew what she was asking without words. You swallowed. She then started kissing you. It was rough but slow at the same time, she made you feel as though you had all the time in the world.

She broke the kiss before you even had a chance to deepen it as she moved down to your breast. She left pecks all across your chest, small sucks and bites that will most definitely leave marks later on, not that you care. She continued her assault until she moved down to your nipple. She swirled her tongue around the small bud first before she looked up at you with mischievous eyes before then enveloped the entire bud into her mouth. Your head fell back and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to just feel. She abused the small bud by gently biting it and sucking on it like a baby enjoying your moans.

Her hand fondled with the other neglected breast as the other made it’s s way down to your pussy, Emily knew you weren’t paying attention to her works so without notice she carefully pulled your lace pink panties to the side and inserted two fingers at the same time without warning. Your back arched as your eyes rolled back. Your hands immediately flew to the edge of the table for support. Emily smirked and released your nipple with a ‘ pop ’ sound as saliva made a bridge from her mouth to the bud to which she broke by licking her lips.

“ that’s it baby, just like that? You like when mommy gives you what you want without you having to ask her?” You couldn’t even respond to her, your mind was clouded with her insufferable praises, perfume and god did her fingers do a number on you. Everytime her digits slid out of you and back in her lips twitched. The sound of your cunt squelching against her fingers and your petty moans and grunts as your body began to spams made Emily want to do more despicable things to you until you couldn’t walk.

“ fuck so good, this is squeezing my fingers so fucking good baby, I wish I had a fucking real cock to split you open with, get you pregnant with my babies, you’d like that huh?” She whispered, increasing her pace as she curled her fingers deeper into you cunt, touching your g-spot every few seconds as she buried her fingers knuckle deep into you. You could feel your skin heat up as a familiar feeling of pleasure built up within your lower abdomen. Your hips bucked up towards every thrust of her fingers as your hand grabbed her wrist to slow her actions, you wanted to last longer to prove to her that you weren’t just some cum hungry slut. But that would be pointless because you are just a cum hungry slut.

But with her praises and her fingers moving at the speed of light it was truly impossible. You tried to pull it off a little longer but you couldn’t.

“ I feel you clenching me so tight baby, let it go for mommy, I wanna feel you drench my fingers so bad baby” she purred in your ear, her breath hot against your skin, and with that sentence you came for her. You eyes rolled back and you could feel your juices pouring out of you and onto her fingers. Emily kept fucking you drawling out every whimper, twitch and cry that you had to give. You were completely dumbstruck and spiraling.

You felt as she withdrew herself from between your legs as the sound of her jeans being removed. You stayed there trying to catch your breath. You looked down to Emily and that’s when you see her pulling off her pants completely, a strap around her waist. It was a clear light purple with small glitter pieces in it and it was huge. Without even realizing you tried to back away from her but Emily was two steps ahead, catching onto what your intentions were she pulled you back down by your ankles and forced your legs apart.

Emily placed her hands under your knees and pushed them up above your chest. You’ve never seen any strap that big or long and you anticipated how well she’d fuck you with it for your first time. It was as if you became a virgin again.

“ why are you running now darling? You wanted mommy to fuck you so badly when you were in here all by yourself. Your gonna take it like a good girl now” her tone was so dark and seductive it made your skin crawl and your insides burn with desire.

She pinned your hands above your head and slowly sank the tip of her cock into you forcing a moan out of you. Your eyes slammed shut as you tried to focus on the stretch, the way she made the pain and the pleasure mix so good. She let loose of your hands and gently started choking you. The deeper she buried herself within you the more your eyes would roll back and your legs would quiver. You desperate pleas of moans and cries filled the room as Emily started thrusting into you with full force. Deep and fast the tip bruising your sweet spot every time.

Emily angled her hips ever so slightly, just enough to push her cock up against your cervix. Gently at first, but when she heard the mewl that escaped your mouth at her action and the way your body convulsed it became rougher each time. You trembled as she kept thrusting into you.

“ oh— oh GOD— Emily please, fuck I can’t TAKE IT ANYMORE” you cried but it fell on death ears. You tried to close your thighs to eliminate how well her cock drives into you but Emily’s grip on your neck made you mind mush. Continuing your attempt you tried to move away from her but that resulted in you getting a hard smack across your face as she choked you much rougher. Her nails digged into the flesh out your waist as she started pounding your pussy brutally whispering insults that you couldn’t quite hear due to your moans and the sound of her thighs connecting with your slick.

“ fuck that’s it, right there? Mhm? Right fucking there” she cooed as she pushed your legs further apart and circled her hips as she made her thrust more curved. Your body began to tremble and Emily chuckled as she looked down at the white circle ring around her cock. She felt as your body tensed up and you let out a pornographic moan of her name. She kept thrusting after you came until you whined and pushed her away with a hand on her abs. She pulled out and kneeled down eye level with your cunt.

She cleaned up the mess with her tongue. Cautiously sucking and pulling at your clit until you pushed her head away. She smiled at her work and at herself and looked up at you. Your chest raised and fall with every breath you took and your thighs were still shivering. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before whispering.

“ round two? We’ve got all night and I’m sure i recall you saying your flexible….”

[lawandordersource]

LAW & ORDER: SVU | 15.16

[fearlessoliviabenson]

“You think I'm a bitch, don't you? You're not the first.”

[thepurecinnamonroll]

I hope we never forget about how Olivia was looking at Alex in this scene— sis was really so ready to risk it all

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Hey could I get an Angsty fic with wife Olivia Benson/Emily Prentiss (which ever you want) where the reader is a detective/profiler and gets hurt badly and Emily/olivia are the ones to find them and they have to keep them awake until the paramedics get there?

You can pick the injury

Hey @yanginginthere! 😊 It's been a minute since I wrote for Olivia, so that's what I did here! Hope you enjoy! –illdowhatiwantthanks

Eyes Open

Olivia Benson x fem!reader Warnings: MAJOR BIG HUGE WARNINGS for gun violence/school shootings, blood, death, etc., medical emergencies, near-death situation, hospitals, explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 2.0k

Summary: When the rest of the squad is hesitant to enter the scene of a school shooting, you make one of the rashest decisions of your life--one you might not come back from. Your wife, Olivia, races to get to you in time.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought as you watched blood pour from your abdomen. You were on the ground before you knew what was happening, before you could evaluate the situation. You pressed your hands over the gunshot wound, trying not to think about how much blood was seeping between your fingers.

You glanced around the room, panicked, nearly sick to your stomach. The racetrack rug, the little cubbies, the bodies. You wretched and vomited before collapsing onto your back. Your partner, Mendoza, lay on the opposite side of the room, pale, wide-eyed, still. Dead. He was dead. You swallowed back tears. Now was not the time to cry.

The shooter’s blood had sprayed across the bookshelves when you shot him. You couldn’t get close enough to feel for a pulse, but he wasn’t moving. So he was at least incapacitated. What you needed was to call for backup, to get the rest of the cowards from the NYPD–the ones who sat outside to wait for backup while you could hear children screaming–to get their asses in here and help. You and Mendoza had gone in against orders, had ignored a direct command from a superior officer to wait for backup. And, god knows, you’d both paid for it, but if even one child made it out that wouldn’t have otherwise, it would be worth it.

You felt for your radio at your side and groaned when you realized it had been shot by the same bullet that was now lodged inside of you. Your vision was starting to grow fuzzy; it was only a matter of time until you passed out. And who knew how long until backup finally decided to enter the elementary school?

You heard movement and jerked your head to the side to see the very top of a small head poking out from the supply closet.

“Hey!” you shouted, crying out in relief. The child shrank back, and you called, “No, no, no, it’s okay! It’s okay. I know it’s scary. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m a police officer. I’m here to help you. That man with the gun, he can’t hurt you anymore. But I need your help. Do you think you could come out here and help me?”

The boy poked his head out again, a little bit farther, and you could see that his face was tear-stained, covered in snot. Your heart broke for him. You wanted to cry. You hated to traumatize him further, but you also knew that if you didn’t get backup and EMTs in here as soon as possible, more people were going to lose their lives–including you.

“Hi, honey,” you said as he stared at you, wide-eyed. “My name’s Y/N. What’s yours?”

He sucked in a breath, then shakily replied, “Arturo.”

You nodded. “Arturo. That’s a nice name. You’re being really brave, sweetheart. Is there anyone else in there with you?”

He nodded his head.

“How many people?”

Arturo held up five fingers.

“Five?” you asked, trying to focus your eyes.

He nodded.

“Are there any grown-ups?”

His face screwed up, like he was about to cry, and he shook his head.

“Okay, honey. That’s okay. Listen. Arturo, we need to call for help so the other police officers and the ambulance drivers can get in here and help everybody. Okay?”

He didn’t respond. You pointed to your busted radio. “My walkie talkie broke, but my partner’s should still work. He’s right over there… just–” You shuddered. God, you were having a child grab a device from a dead body. This poor kid. All these poor kids. But you didn’t know what else to do. “Just don’t look at his face or anything,” you told him. “The walkie talkie on his belt, that’s what we need. Can you do that for me, Arturo?”

He shook as he stood, and you could tell he’d wet himself in fear. Tears sprang to your eyes as you watched him wobble toward Mendoza’s body. “You’ve already been so brave, buddy, I just need you to be brave a little bit longer.”

You closed your eyes briefly, trying to fight the dizziness that swam inside your head.

“It’s stuck,” Arturo whimpered, and you snapped your eyes open.

“Okay, buddy,” you said, wracking your brain for a solution. “That’s alright. Umm… there’s a little button on the side, do you see that?”

Arturo nodded, his fingers wet with Mendoza’s blood.

“Alright, just press the button and hold it down, and then repeat what I say. Okay, Arturo?”

“Okay,” he whimpered, holding his little hand against the radio.

You exhaled sharply, as the pain in your abdomen surged. “Say, This is Officer Y/L/N.”

He repeated it, looking at you with wide, scared eyes.

“Badge number 11227.”

You gulped as your vision blurred, trying to be as concise as possible.

“Shooter is down. Officers down. Requesting immediate backup and medical assistance.”

You could feel your body falling out of consciousness, could hear Arturo talking to the other officers through the radio, but it was far away, as if you were in a tunnel.

“Please help,” he cried, fresh tears running down his cheeks. “She’s not talking anymore.”

The last thought you had before blacking out was that your wife would kill you if you died.

“Clear!” Olivia shouted, moving from classroom to classroom at PS 717, gun at the ready. The rest of the officers stopped as needed to help evacuate children and school staff, to give first aid as needed, but she and Elliot were single-minded. They had one job, and she had insisted it be theirs as the NYPD prepared to enter the scene: find the shooter and confirm that he was down.

The last person they had heard from was you. Well, a little boy who had your name and badge number and said all the right things and, therefore, was presumably with you. She was furious with you, furious that you’d gone in without backup, furious that you were so goddamned good and brave, that you would be willing to sacrifice your life for these kids, even though it was one of the things she loved most about you. And, truthfully, underneath all that fury was just plain fear. Absolute terror. Where were you?! Obviously you were hurt if you couldn’t call in yourself. And, from the sound of it, it had been you who took down the shooter.

“Liv!” Elliot yelled from a classroom down, and she sprinted toward him, her heart in her throat. Elliot was already on the radio: “We need medical here stat! East wing of the school, fourth classroom on the right. We’ve got two officers down, shooter down, multiple civilian casualties.”

Olivia burst into the classroom, her eyes quickly taking in the damage: Mendoza down, shooter down, kids crying in the corner, civilians down, and you. Her heart was in her throat as she holstered her gun and dropped to your side.

“No, no, no, baby,” she cried, cradling your limp head and feeling for a pulse. “Stay with me, sweetheart. You are too damn stubborn to go out like this.” Your pulse was thready and weak, as was your breath. She brushed your hair out of your face, trying hard to keep herself breathing, to not fall apart, not yet. She smacked you lightly on the face until you coughed and blinked your eyes open.

Olivia let out a sob of relief and caressed your face, pressing her free hand on top of yours to stifle your bleeding.

“Liv?” you groaned. Then weakly pointed in the direction of the shooter. “Is he…”

“He’s down, baby, he’s dead. You got him.”

You coughed again and winced, your body shaking with cold or trauma or both. “Arturo?” you asked, glancing around for him.

“The little boy?” she clarified. You nodded. “He’s safe, he’s okay. He’s with Elliot.”

Your body started to shake more violently and it was if, finally, the terror of the day had caught up with you. Tears streamed down your face. Your skin was clammy and your breath came in short huffs. You weren’t stupid. You knew what they meant, all the signs in your body: hypovolemic shock. You’d lost too much blood. You were dying.

You’d like to say that, in what you assumed were your dying moments, your life flashed before your eyes, that you thought of everything you’d experienced and everything you’d not yet been able to. But, honestly, you were just scared. And sad to leave Olivia.

“I love you,” you choked out as your eyelids fluttered between open and shut.

“No, no,” Olivia protested, grasping your face in her hands. “Don’t you fucking say goodbye to me, Y/N. This is not fucking goodbye! You keep your eyes open, Officer. That’s a direct order!”

And you really did try. You really did fight to keep Olivia’s face in front of you, her terrified, tear-stained face. You just couldn’t bear to leave her, not like this.

When you finally lost consciousness, Olivia yelling your name was the last thing you heard.

You woke up god knows how much later in a hospital bed, with several wires attached to you and an ungodly amount of pain in your abdomen, not to mention a mouth so dry it felt like your tongue had been left to dehydrate.

Before you knew what was happening, Olivia’s lips were on yours, her hands grasping the side of your face so tightly you thought there was a good chance she might never let you go.

“You fucking asshole,” she cried, her tears wet against your skin. “You almost died!”

She kissed you a few more times for good measure, then leaned back to look at you, your own tears streaming now. She sniffled and wiped your eyes, smiling even as she cried. “Why do you have to be so goddamned brave, huh?”

You shrugged, then winced. “No, no, don’t move!” she exclaimed. “Just… let yourself rest, okay?” She shook her head. “You really scared me.”

“I’m sorry, love,” you croaked out. You blinked tears away and looked at the ceiling, trying hard to banish the mental images of Mendoza, of the blood, of the civilians. “I just… I couldn’t…”

“I know,” she said, taking your hand. “I would’ve done the same thing.”

You coughed and frowned at her. “You better fucking not.”

She pointed to the table next to your hospital bed, stacked with cards and flowers. “You’ve got quite a lot of fans now.”

You shook your head. You didn’t deserve fans. If anyone deserved the recognition, it was Mendoza. You tried not to think of him, knew you’d start crying if you did.

“Here,” Olivia said, holding out a folded sheet of paper. “Read this one. It’s good.”

There was a stick-figure drawing of you as a superhero and a messy, misspelled note:

Dear Ofiser Y/L/N, thak you so much for helpig me be brav and for gettig the bad gy. Yor my heero. Arturo Guerrero.

Your eyes were swimming by the time you finished reading it. You should be the one thanking him.

“The NYPD’s giving you a Medal of Honor, too, when you’re well enough. You’re a hero, honey,” Olivia said, tracing your cheekbone with her thumb. “A dumb, brave idiot of a hero. But my hero, all the same.”

You didn’t know how you felt about this hero business, didn’t feel like you deserved it. You’d just done your job. And your job required a bit more of you this time around.

“Liv,” you ventured, uncomfortable.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Please don’t call me that.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “A hero?”

You nodded.

“What should we call you then?”

You smiled wryly. “Just Y/N.”

Olivia leaned forward to brush your hair out of your face, staring lovingly at you. “How about love of my life?”

You smiled and squeezed her hand. “Yeah. That’ll do.”

[elliot-olivia]

[storiesofsvu]

Sweet Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes! Please!”

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

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

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

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

“Feeling better now?”

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

“Anything for my sweet girl.”

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