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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 month

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Evidence of Obedience ~Sub!Alex Cabot xFem Dom!Reader

Summary— I Headcanon that seasons 2-3 Alex are more sub and baby. In light of that, here’s a little smutty fic about Reader teasing and pleasuring sub!Alex… Alex isn’t allowed to cum, but it’s forced out of her. What will Reader do…?

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap-on sex, plastic dick riding, overstimulation, begging, discipline, teasing, forced orgasm, praise, degradation, praise kink, degradation kink, ma’am kink, implied future smut, etc.

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“P-please ma’am please—!” Alex desperately mewls as she’s bouncing in your lap on your cock.

“No baby… be a good girl and hold it…” you cooe warily, drinking in all the young blonde’s reactions.

Alex’s head tilts back as she lets out a strangled groan, her body bucking and continuing to grind against your plastic dick. Your hands are holding her hips firm and setting an unrelenting pace for her to be riding you. You lick your lips at the sight of a sweat sheening, tits bouncing Alex Cabot.

“Can’t can’t ma’am gonna cum—!!” She babbles.

“Poor baby… needs it so bad you’re gonna defy my orders…?” You tease, as you force the women over the edge with a particularly striking thrust.

Alex comes crashing down, grinding haphazardly against your cock and lap, eyes shut tight, and a string of moans leaving her lips. As soon as she comes back to reality, the blonde finds that you are still fucking up into her at an unrelenting pace, using your hips to swivel the plastic dick further into her sensitive cunt.

“Shit ma’am AghgGgHH I’m sorry—!” Alex whimpers, leaning forward more into your frame, as she is overwhelmed by more pleasure and her next climax starts to build up.

“Oh you’re sorry, babygirl…?” You purr, a wicked gleam in your eye.

Alex nods vigorously, biting her lip as she lets out another desperate whine.

“I am, I am so sorry ma’am couldn’t listen mmm sorry…!!” She whines.

Suddenly you stop completely, leaving the strap-on dick deep inside the other woman. Alex’s eyes shoot open and she immediately tries to regain the lost friction, but your hands hold her firmly in place.

“No no NO ma’am I’m so sorry I’ll do better please ma’am—!!” She begs, hips thrashing and fighting your hold,

“Please I’ll be a good girl please punish me please I’ll listen give me another chance ma’am pleasssseee…!!”

“You wanna be good for me?”

She nods eagerly, bright eyed and bushy-tailed at the mention of forgiveness and redemption.

“You wanna be my good girl…? Prove it.” You purred, rolling your hips up once experimentally into the blonde.

“Yes ma’am…!!” She squeaked, her eyes rolling back at the little friction you rewarded her with.

You tilt your head and smirk, before loosening your vice grip on her hips and encouraging her to roll them against your cock once more. Alex gasped in delight and quickly began riding you fast and hard, with your help of course.

“Such a pretty girl…”

“Oh Jesus FUCK—!” She moaned out.

She set a brutal pace for herself, which you aided in helping her keep by thrusting your own hips up into her and bobbing her hips up and down in rhythm with your thrusts. The blonde let out desperate whimper after whimper, getting closer and closer to her next climax.

“Taking me like such a good girl… you gonna be an obedient little slut and cum as many times as I want you too…?” You cooe lustfully.

The blonde shaked her head cock-drunkenly.

“Very good girl…” you purr as she topples over the edge once more.

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jiggy-manda · 9 days

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HIII CAN I ASK FOR ALEX X READER HCSS? and it embracing the actual alex not her work persona? thank youuu

domestic!alex cabot x reader headcanons

her ice queen persona disappears behind closed doors

takes on a more doting and nurturing role outside of work

always reminds you about your appointments or meetings. she’s very punctual and wants you to be as well

prefers to hold your hand when you walk rather than wrap her arm around your waist

only wraps her arm around your waist if she’s feeling possessive

makes sure the two of you have a date night every week, no matter what

tries to cook for you but usually ends up just ordering takeout

will definitely try to make a meal together with you tho

loves trying on clothes for you to judge !!

will usually avoid talking about work with you if she had a hard day. sometimes you have to remind her that you’re not gonna throw up and run for the hills if she shares the things she’s seeing and experiencing.

likes resting her hand on your thigh when you’re in the passenger seat

definitely a cat person!!!!!!!! she has 2 girl cats :>

she treats her cats like her babies; they have the best quality litter, the biggest and most expensive toys… one would think that she spoils them more than she spoils you

she’d give up all her life savings to make you happy tho

buys you little things that remind her of you, or if she just sees something she thinks you might like. it’s not uncommon for her to come back with new clothes or other knick knacks that she believes would entertain you

still separates her whites and her darks for laundry

not the biggest drinker

but she lovesss expensive wine

for her, wine > beer

she doesn’t do shots, she’s “too classy.”

(that’s what she tells people)

not a smoker but will have a drunk cigarette every once in awhile

will take care of you when you drink too much

loves cuddling while watching movies

she’s the big spoon usually

#alex cabot #alex cabot headcanons #alex cabot x reader #svu x reader #alex cabot smut #alex cabot fluff

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happenstnces · 2 years

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KINKTOBER ‘22 with HAPPENSTNCES !

welcome to my first ever kinktober ! i’m really excited for this (though i’m only doing 16 days), and i hope you enjoy!

— warnings will be on each individual fic ! i’ve already assigned a character ( * ) to each prompt and this will not change, so please don’t request for other characters on certain ones. as always, minors dni or you will be blocked.

( * ) i chose to write specifically for my l&o ladies since there’s little to no svu fics these days and i miss them ! every prompt will be for one of the three svu characters i write for ♡

OCT. 1ST: praise & sex toys alex cabot

OCT. 3RD: kitchen sex & lingerie casey novak

OCT. 5TH: daddy kink & spanking olivia benson

OCT. 7TH: formal wear & strap-ons alex cabot

OCT. 9TH: cockwarming & voice kink casey novak

OCT. 11TH: uniform kink & authority kink olivia benson

OCT. 13TH: finger fucking & edging alex cabot

OCT. 15TH: degradation & overstimulation casey novak

OCT. 17TH: stripping & mirror sex olivia benson

OCT. 19TH: orgasm control & brat taming alex cabot

OCT. 21ST: erotic photos & stockings casey novak

OCT. 23RD: break up & angry sex olivia benson

OCT. 25TH: phone sex & orgasm denial alex cabot

OCT. 27TH: begging & thigh riding casey novak

OCT. 29TH: bondage & aftercare olivia benson

OCT. 31ST: threesome & costumes casey novak & alex cabot

taglist ! ( open ! you can request to join or be removed here ) @jaywritessometimes @red1culous

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Incorrigible

Warnings: language, smut, dom!alex

Alex’s phone buzzed on the prosecution table, the soft vibrating disturbing her concentration on the defence’s opening argument. When she saw your name flash across the screen her hand reached out for the device, you knew she was in court that afternoon, she only hoped it wasn’t an emergency. She faltered slightly when she opened the message, her breath catching in her throat at the sight on the screen. You were sprawled across your shared bed, draped only in a barely there pair of lacy blue panties, her attention was completely drawn to the image, feeling a heat building in her at a wildly inappropriate time. Her fingers swiftly typed out a reply to your message

‘Can you stop sending me nudes, I am at work!’

Your response came just as fast,

‘That excuse never stopped you when I was working’ Complete with another picture, this times sans panties. She nearly dropped her phone when Judge Barth’s voice broke through her lust filled fantasies.

“Ms Cabot?” Her head shot up to the other woman, having completely missed what the Judge had asked the first time, “Call your first witness.”

“Ah..yes. My apologies Your Honour.” Clearing her throat she glanced down at the paperwork in front of her briefly before grounding herself back into work mode. She found herself mainly able to focus her way through her questioning, but when the defence was up doing their cross, her mind continually drifted back to the images of you.

Unluckily for both of you, the trail ran much later than expected, a bomb drop of information coming out from one of the witnesses while on the stand meant the detectives were off running after a new lead. This also meant Alex ended up pouring over case files and reworking arguments in her office well past dinner time.

By the time she finally did get home, the apartment was dark, a light glow coming from a lamp in the bedroom, the sounds of the shower running from the en suite. She changed into a pair of comfy pyjama shorts and a tank, moving about the apartment making sure everything was in place for the morning. The sounds of the shower stopped, a few minutes later a cloud of steam escaped into the bedroom when you opened the door,

“‘Bout time you got home.” You greeted with a smirk. Alex turned to you, a brow cocked slightly at your appearance.

“Is that my shirt?” She knew the answer, she also knew the game you were playing at, you definitely weren’t wearing anything else under it.

“Well since somebody clearly did like me nude, I had to put something on.” You wrapped your arms around her neck, grinning at the way her arms linked around your waist, pulling you to her in a warm kiss. Her teeth bit into your lower lip, tugging it away from your mouth as she pulled away from the kiss, letting it snap back to you.

“You were a bit of a brat today, you know that right?” The gleam in her eye was fiery, her fingers tickled at the low hem of the shirt, chuckling at the way you rolled your hips toward her, eager for her touch, “Uh-uh…” She backed up til she hit the edge of the bed, dropping down to sit on it, “It’s my thigh or nothing. I’m not helping you get off.” She gave you a once over, “Strip.” You quickly tugged off the shirt, feeling the heat in your core rise at the way Alex’s eyes slowly dragged up your body, drinking in your naked form. Her eyes settled on yours and she gave a little nod of her head as instruction for you to get started.

Settling over her lap, she buried a hand into your hair, pulling you into a bruising kiss. You immediately submitted to her, moaning against her lips when her tongue ran across yours, you couldn’t help but grind down against her, hands cupping her cheeks while you leaned into the kiss. Her hands gripped your hips tightly, shifting you slightly so your pussy was right over her bare thigh before encouraging you to begin to roll your hips. You broke free of the kiss, a gasp escaping your lips as your over sensitive clit rolled against her leg a few times, smearing your juices across her skin. You’d been riled up all afternoon, the pictures being the start of the whole thing, barely able to keep the thought of fucking Alex out of your head. You buried your face into the crook of her neck while you continued to thrust against her body, whimpers and groans leaving your lips. It was then that Alex glanced up over your shoulder, noticing that you’re placement on the bed was directly across from the stand alone full length mirror. She grasped your chin in between her thumb and forefinger, bringing your eyes to hers,

“Turn around.” She smirked, your face was one of slight confusion, but you did as she said, eager to please. Alex’s hands dug into your hips, pulling you flush against her chest as you started thrusting against her thigh again. “Open your eyes sweetheart.” She husked against the shell of your ear.

You obeyed, eyes meeting hers in the mirror, taking in the absolutely sinful view in the mirror. You, naked, body shivering in pleasure as your sopping pussy dragged across Alex’s skin. She trailed her lips across your shoulder, biting at the crook of your neck, smirking at the trail of whimpers coming out of your mouth. One of her hands moved upwards, cupping your breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers, pinching at it, the sensation made you whine, grinding down on her leg even hard, desperate for the friction on your clit.

“Good girl…just like that.” Alex laid a gentle kiss against your skin, “You look so fucking sexy right now. Perfect little pussy’s absolutely soaked.” Her teeth dug into your skin again, a little cry echoed through the room as she flexed her thigh, the muscle hitting right onto your clit on a particularly hard thrust.

“Please…more…” You choked out, gaining eye contact with her in the mirror again. She smirked, knowing exactly what you were begging for, with one last tug of your nipple her hand snuck up your body, fingers encasing around your throat. Your hips continued to roll, speeding up with the added pleasure as Alex’s hand squeezed tighter, your eyes screwed shut as you felt your body tingling, thighs vibrating around hers.

“Come for me. You’ve done so well.” She murmured against your skin, hastily relieving the pressure on your throat before clamping her hand down again. You let out as much of a yelp as you could, the fire burning through your skin shooting to your core, you collapsed back against Alex, chest heaving as your orgasm washed over you. You shivered at the feeling of her hands soothingly rubbing at your sides before she moved your body from the now uncomfortable position, twisting you so you were back to facing her in her lap. “Feel better baby?”

“Yes.” A whisper of breath against her lips before you kissed her gently.

“Good.” She smirked, “‘Cause you’ve still got to make up for being a brat today.” Her fingers slipped her shorts to the side, swiping juices from her folds before bringing them up to your lips, “You see how wet you make me? Been thinking about you all day.” Your eyes stayed trained on hers as your lips wrapped around her digits, groaning at the taste of her as you sucked them clean.

Gently, you shoved her down against the pillows, kissing her deeply before moving down the bed, pulling off her shorts as you settled between her legs. You wasted no time before beginning your assault, your tongue slowly swiping through her folds, flicking gently against her clit. You moaned against her pussy, sucking her lips into your mouth, tongue delving in, pulling as much of her juices out.

Alex’s hand shot to your hair, tangling into your locks with a moan from here lips, you linked your fingers with her other hand, smirking at the way her nails dug into your skin as you groaned into her sensitive spot. Your tongue toyed with her clit before you wrapped your lips around it, easily slipping a finger into her heat. She moaned out your name, hand tugging at the roots of your hair, hips rolling against you as your fingers pumped in to her, twisting and curling at her pulsating walls. You curled your fingers, tapping against her g-spot, upping the pressure with each tap as your tongue flicked at her clit, lips sucking heavily at it. You could feel the way her walls were throbbing against your hand, the ferocity behind her hips as they thrusted up against your mouth, the way her thighs were starting to quake. Her chest was heaving, a string of breathless whimpers escaping those beautiful lips, her hand gripped into your hair tighter. You pumped your fingers faster, suctioning your lips around her clit, heavily tapping against the spongey spot inside her pussy. With one last heavy push Alex felt her body explode, a wanton moan echoing throughout the room as her she reached her peak. You laid a soft kiss to her inner thigh, giving her a moment to come down before you crawled up her body, kissing her deeply.

“Am I forgiven?”She chuckled at that, rolling her head to face you, softly stroking at your cheek.

“Yes.” You kissed her palm in return, “But if you’re going to keep sending me nudes can you not do it while I’m in court?” You let out a giggle, pecking at her cheek quickly.

“I’ll try…” She couldn’t help the scoff she let out, rolling her eyes.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Yeah but I’m yours.”You snuggled up against her side, curling your body around hers, humming happily at the feeling of her hand playing with your hair.

“You most certainly are.” Alex kissed your head softly, wrapping her arms around you. You may have been a bit of a brat on multiple occasions, but there was no doubt that she loved you more than anything, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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snugglywugglysocialist · 4 months

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Commencement

Your head pounds wildly with each contact between your heels and the decaying sidewalk beneath them, the early-morning sun only solidifying your looming migraine.

As you round the tight street corner, you wonder what made you stupid enough to get blindly drunk the night before your internship began. Squinting, you enter the precinct you'd been allocated to, and sigh in relief at the bleary lighting of the bullpen. Your eyes finally adjust and you open them fully, staring into the sea of scrambling bodies before you, looking for someone matching the description you'd made up in your head of the ADA assigned here.

You survey every woman in your line of vision, and spend a little too much time observing the figure of a lean blonde sitting on top of a desk and speaking to a cop. You turn your head in inquiry--much like a dog--and let your eyes wander over the expanse of her arms, toned and braced against the surface beneath her. The ribbed tank top stretched across her body leaves little to the imagination, and you chew at the inside of your bottom lip, bringing your hand up to grab at the base of your neck.

You silently chastise yourself and avert your eyes, moving them leftward to land on an equally distracting redhead leaning against the banister of a staircase settled in the far corner. You swallow thickly as you realize this is probably who you'll be working under for the next ten weeks. After allowing yourself to exhale petulantly at your current situation, you force yourself into the familiar mindset of a professional.

You deaden the curious look in your eyes, and crane your shoulders back as you make your way towards her, rediscovering your usually-present arrogance. She notices you approaching her, and she doesn't attempt to hide the confusion spreading across her sharp features. When you stop in front of her, she looks down at you with furrowed brows, and you offer a tight-lipped smile before introducing yourself.

"Your boss said I could find you here." You say, extending your hand, and she looks at it with an expression resembling offense.

"And who are you?" She asks, reluctantly engaging your handshake and searching your face for a glimmer of familiarity.

"Your new intern. Casey Novak, right?" You inquire with an air of hesitancy, and she nods cordially in affirmation.

You drop your hand, and Casey stills before excusing herself momentarily, squeezing your upper arm in a wordless apology that makes your stance falter. She walks hastily to the blonde you saw earlier, leaving you standing awkwardly by the stairs. Casey says something to her, and you pretend to not notice the cerulean eyes now boring into you. The blonde stands up from her position atop the desk, and Casey gives her a look before they begin to approach you.

You fidget with your hands as you dart your eyes between the nearing pair, and you try to remember a time in your employment history that you've felt this ill at ease. Seeing them beside one another, you recall a passing rumor you'd heard about them years ago; something from a past intern regarding an initiation process. The details are hazy, but what you do remember is enough to redden your face, and force your eyes to the ground. Your lips are pressed into a thin line when they reach you.

"This is ADA Alex Cabot, she serves as second-chair with me." Casey states lowly, punctuating her introduction with a wave of her hand towards Alex.

Suddenly, Alex's hand finds itself pressed lightly to the small of your back, guiding you down the hallway. You can hear them muttering beside you, but again you feign ignorance and refuse to acknowledge it. Casey opens the door to her office, gesturing for you to sit down in one of the chairs in front of her desk. You oblige, and your chest tightens when the blonde fits herself on Casey's desk beside you.

"I apologize for the confusion, but the internship cycle for this season has already ended." Alex states curtly, and you nod intently, taking a pause before responding.

"Well, if this is some sort of mistake I can call the DA and get reassigned elsewhere." You say with no strong emotion, shifting your gaze to scrutinize the look they shoot each other at your words.

"I believe that would be best." Casey says coldly before moving towards the door, and you take that as your sign to leave.

"It was a pleasure to meet you both." You chide, purposefully letting more than a hint of discontent lace your parting words.

The time between being booted from your new job and now goes by quickly, leaving you twirling in a barstool chair of a small dive just a few blocks from the courthouse. The hours you'd spent angled over the black resin bar with a drink in your hand withered any plans of calling for a new internship placement. Night had enveloped the city long ago, but your mind refuses to slow down, leaving you oscillating between brooding over the earlier events of your day, and scribbling on papers with black ink.

At some point, you abandoned your coursework, committing all of your focus to nursing a glass and speculating about what clerical error could've led you to make a fool of yourself in front of two highly-respected lawyers. You dig your fingertips into the recesses of your eyes in frustration before deciding to call it a night. However, before you can grab your coat off the back of the chair, you feel a presence behind you. You turn, and manage to retain a look of neutrality despite being greeted by the last two people you'd like to see right now.

"Novak. Cabot." You acquiesce flatly, reaching for your wallet to pay off your tab.

"Didn't expect to see you here." Alex quips, smirking lightly, and you let a wry laugh leave your throat.

"Didn't expect to see myself here either." You admit through a locked jaw, setting your pile of papers into a folder before shoving them into your bag.

"Since you're here, let us buy you a drink—an apology." Casey mutters sincerely, gesturing with her hand for you to sit as she had done so hours before in her office.

You're not sure if it's the alcohol, or the glint of arrogance in Alex's eyes, but something compels you to indulge their wish. Cursing yourself under your breath, you sit down and lean back into the stool. They do the same, one on each side of you; Casey greets the bartender like an old friend before ordering you something. You split your gaze between each of them, curiously waiting for someone to break the silence, and it ends up being you.

"You guys are a big topic of conversation in the community of wide-eyed interns on campus." You say over the rim of your drink, and each of them allow a smirk to play on their lips at that; Casey downs the mahogany-colored liquid in her glass before dignifying your admittedly dumb statement with a response.

"Is that how you view yourself? A wide-eyed intern?" She asks condescendingly, each word scraping and raw.

"No, is that how you view me?" You catechize, and her face changes to one of slight amusement.

"Topic of conversation?" Alex inquires, and Casey hums to signify her same want for an answer; you move your head forward to avoid looking at either of them.

"There are certain rumors." You allege with a lopsided smile, the strength of the drink Casey had ordered for you catching up with your resolve.

"Those being?" Alex trails, swiveling in her chair to face you completely.

"You think they don't talk about their baptism by fire?" You admonish sarcastically, ending the question with a dramatic clicking of your tongue.

"Is that why you ended up on our doorstep, curious to see if it was true?" Alex asks, sliding forward and moving her right hand to clutch the back of your seat, trapping you between the bar and herself; Casey grins when she sees you shiver.

"I guess I can find out in the spring. That is, if I reapply, right?" You challenge, leaning further into Alex and looking up at her; you can feel the way Casey looks at the blonde despite having your back turned to her.

"Or you can find out now. We can make an exception, can't we Alex?" Casey asks almost rhetorically, downing the rest of her current drink and setting the glass down gently; you hold Alex's gaze and ignore the stabs of arousal in your gut.

"I don't know. Do you think she can handle it?" Alex berates, a diminutive tone of faux concern dripping from her words.

Casey replaces Alex's hand on the back of your barstool, and uses it to turn your body towards her. She catches her bottom lip between her teeth as she scans over you, her eyes darkening as she clocks the pink tint on your face. Casey straightens her body to look over at Alex, nodding to her after a moment; wordlessly, they stand. Casey hands a few large bills to the bartender, and Alex gathers your things for you. They carry out these actions methodically, solidifying your suspicions that this a routine for them.

Most of the cab ride is a blur, your mind completely occupied by what you'd gotten yourself into. The trembling of your body radiates outwards from your torso to your limbs, and this doesn't go unnoticed by either woman. Casey slips her hand behind you, the width of it covering the space between your shoulder blades, her expression contorted into one of concern. You turn your head towards her to shoot her a suggestive smile, and her face relaxes. You don't remember actually entering Casey's apartment, but somehow you're there, standing in the middle of her living room in expounding anticipation.

Just as you begin to form a snide comment about their inaction, Casey's left arm encircles you from behind. Her right hand gathers your hair at the root, pulling back slowly until your head lays just below her shoulder. Your eyes flutter closed and your stance falters, forcing her to press her body into yours to keep you upright. She bites into the thin layer of skin over your pulse point, and you almost don't register the bulge brushing against your waistline. Her left hand sneaks beneath the flimsy fabric of your shirt, moving upwards until she reaches the top of your ribcage, and you choke back a whine.

You force your eyes open to see Alex tossing your bag and coat onto the kitchen island, looking quite unfazed by your current predicament. She eventually looks towards you, shedding her coat before approaching your heaving body. Just as Alex's body jams you against Casey, she lets go of your hair, letting you fall into the blonde with a slight laugh. Your mind clouds entirely as Alex runs her hand down your arm, grabbing yours and leading you towards Casey's room. The door closes as you near the bed, and Casey's on you again, only this time from head-on. She kisses you with urgency, whimpering into your mouth as your hands begin to grasp at her sides.

She grabs your wrists to halt your wandering, and you groan in disapproval. She steps back and tilts your head upwards to admire her earlier work on your neck, the bite marks already beginning to bruise. She smiles cockily as she releases your jaw, shifting her focus towards the blonde as she nears you. Casey makes quick work of your slacks, chastising you with her eyes when she sees what's beneath them. She toys with the lace hemming of your panties before sliding them down your legs at an infuriatingly slow pace. The redhead bends to fully remove them before kneeling between your slightly parted legs.

The blonde peels your shirt from your body as Casey nips at the inside of your thighs, making your legs tremble. Alex’s arms fit beneath yours, palming your chest firmly before tracing her fingers back horizontally to reach the clasp of your bra. She slides it down your limp arms and tosses it on the floor, moving to cup you once more. Alex‘s movements against your breasts distract you so severely that you don't notice how close you already are until seconds before you’re about to let go. Casey heeds the twitching in your expression, and removes her lips from you, snickering when you attempt to clench your thighs together.

“Needy, aren’t we?” Alex lambastes, demonstrating her amusement with a mocking smile into the skin of your neck, making your breath catch.

Without warning, Casey stands and tosses you onto the bed, brutally knocking the air out of your lungs. Alex lets out a scraping laugh before she braces one of her knees against the bed, leaning over and capturing your lips with a tenderness that concerns you for what’s about to come. Alex breaks the contact when she hears the sound of Casey’s belt being undone; she makes a scene of walking towards the redhead, and offering to finish what she had started. Casey’s arms hang limply at her sides as the blonde coaxes the leather from around her waist. Alex’s bottom lip is pulled between her teeth as she turns to saunter towards you, the belt still settled comfortably in her right hand.

Your lungs burn with a warmly satiating pain, and you’d be lying if you said your most salient feeling wasn’t one of excitement. Casey motions for you to turn on your stomach, and if you weren’t lying down, you’re sure you’d pass out at the thought alone. You oblige, of course, and Alex straddles you, her weight fully trapping you against the mattress. She gathers your hands, and you groan as she slips the belt around your wrists, pulling on it crudely to verify your total restriction. The blonde moves to kneel beside your pliant body, running her agile hands teasingly over the expanse of your back. You're face-down in the sheets, your body completely flat, and the redhead decides that simply won't do.

Casey snakes her forearm under you, pulling you towards her by the hips until you're forced on your knees. She releases you after deeming your positioning satisfactory, and uses her hand to press your upper-body flush with the mattress. You feel as if you've been injected with something; heat rushes from your head down to your center, and you tremble at the feeling. The foreignness of this experience didn't demonstrate itself so profoundly until now, and you realize that you've never felt this vulnerable in your life. Despite this, you're bereft of any hesitancy or unease, only recognizing nearly debilitating eagerness in yourself. You bring your head up in conceit, locking eyes with the blonde to your left before deciding to toy with them.

"I didn't think you'd be a fan of the whole 'face down, ass up' thing." You croak out between heaving breaths, and Casey removes the hand that was on your back.

"Why's that?" She asks, and you can tell by her tone of voice that she's sporting the same shit-eating grin that you see Alex wearing.

"I don't know. Figured you'd want to see your effect on me instead of just hearing it." You sputter out, trying to keep your train of thought in defiance of the fingers now gliding skillfully through your folds.

"You want me to see how pathetic you are that badly?" She jaws, entering you lightly and chuckling at the way your thighs instinctively widen for her.

You can only whine in response to her question, and Alex shifts her eyes away from you to meet the redhead's. Casey moves her fingers in and out of you lazily as she decides whether or not to entertain your challenge. You feel your climax building once more and try desperately to ignore it, as you know the redhead won't allow you to finish. After a few moments, Casey pulls out, and you're left nearly sobbing in frustration. What you didn't expect, however, was her choice to void you of her ministrations entirely, leaving Alex to flip you onto your back. The buckle of the belt binding your hands digs into your skin with searing pain, and a devilish smile tugs at the blonde's lips as she watches you struggle against it.

Casey fits herself between your legs in one fluid motion, pinning your knees to the bed harshly and slipping the zipper of her slacks open. Alex stands, mirroring Casey's actions, and fear rips through you when you realize that they're both wearing straps. The redhead angles into you with ease, burying herself to the hilt immediately. You cry out loudly as she bottoms out against the tip of your cervix, the pain forcing your eyes shut. Alex is quick to silence your growing screams by slipping the tip of her cock past your parted lips and down your throat. Their rapid paces synchronize, and tears spill from your eyes as you gag on the blonde's strap.

Alex steps back after a few thrusts, occupying herself with the redhead's exposed neck, giving you a moment to breathe. Casey dips her head down to allow her lips to meet yours, and you moan into her as Alex's gentle hands find your hair. Alex returns to her previous position, fucking your throat with more vigor than before, and cooing words you can't hear for the ringing in your ears. You writhe in vain at the overstimulation, helpless to resist the actions of either woman. Casey stills inside you for longer now, her hips stuttering as she greedily chases her own orgasm; you note this, and begin lifting your own hips to meet hers, hoping she'll take mercy on you if she finds her release.

The double stimulation coupled with the intense pain causes to you unravel in less than a minute, shaking aggressively beneath Casey's body. Your neck cranes against the mattress as far as it can with Alex buried so deep in your throat, and your eyes roll back sharply to reveal only white. You can hear nothing over the heartbeat in your ears, and you feel every rush of blood course through your veins at the same rhythm. Casey sees you come undone beneath her, and the sight of you--fucked out and listless--pushes her over the edge quickly. Alex is the first to pull out, allowing your innumerable sobs to escape your chest and bounce off Casey's bedroom walls. She kneels until her mouth is level with you ear, whispering praise to you even after Casey removes herself from you.

The redhead rids you of her weight slowly, trying to spare you of more agony. After she straightens herself out, she lifts your spasming body up to a sitting position, allowing Alex to wedge her body behind yours as a support. You whimper and sink back into Alex completely; she strokes your hair as Casey sits beside you, softly running her hands up your thighs. You eventually regain your full consciousness and very soon realize you're going to be limping for a few days. Casey smirks as you come to, leaning in to kiss the side of your mouth, her hands sliding back to slowly remove your restraints. You suck in a breath through your teeth as the blood pooled in your hands disperses with a tingling sensation.

"Jesus fucking Christ." You say, those being the only coherent words able to be formed in your mind and leave your swollen lips.

"That good, huh?" Alex asks lowly against the shell of your ear, and Casey hums at her presumptuous comment.

"Is this a constant employee benefit or just a sign-on bonus type of thing?" You inquire, your hands dipping beneath the waistband of Casey's dark slacks.

#law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #casey novak #casey novak x reader #casey novak fanfiction #alex cabot #alex cabot x reader #alex cabot fanfiction #wlw #smut #female reader #x reader

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serenasoutherlyns · 6 months

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and i want what is mine

In which Alex and Olivia have sex on a desk. ao3

“Where are you on the shaken baby case?” Olivia asked.

“Steps away from indicting the father. It doesn’t look like we’ll be able to charge the mother,” Alex said tersely. They hadn’t been on good terms recently, not since Alex met Robert. She had dropped Olivia with a brief conversation, like it had been nothing, like they hadn’t been fucking for months. Like she was ashamed of her. Robert was easy, Alex had explained, she could be seen in public with Robert, and Olivia knew: Robert was of the appropriate class for Alex. It had been a slap in the face.

Olivia looked at her with scorn. “She watched her boyfriend shake the life out of her baby, she has to answer for that.”

“I’m sorry, we need her as a witness,” Alex said.

“Why not charge her? I mean, are you serious Alex? Why not make her testify for a plea?” Olivia’s voice was raised and her body was tense, her arms crossed and her head tilted up incredulously.

“With all due respect, detective, it’s my office, not yours.”

“With all due respect?” Olivia scoffed.

“Yeah, is there a problem here?” Alex asked, matching her tone. Olivia took a step toward her seemingly without thinking about it.

“I don’t appreciate you throwing away my work just because you can’t make your case!”

“It’s my bureau, Olivia,” Alex said snarkily. Olivia bristled at it.

“Look, I know you and Robert are having problems right now, I’m sorry your perfect man isn’t--”

“This has nothing to do with that, do you understand?” Alex spat. Olivia turned to leave.

“Don’t you walk away from me!” Alex said. She couldn’t keep herself from taking Olivia’s arm, anything to stop her from leaving. Anything. In that moment, Alex couldn’t bear the thought of Olivia somewhere else but with her. Olivia shook her hand out of Alex’s grip and whipped around. In seconds their lips crashed against one another. Alex immediately let out a desperate whimper as they kissed with no preamble. Olivia’s hands wrapped around her waist, then grabbed her ass unashamedly. She tore open Alex’s blouse with no concern for its preservation. She parted her legs with her knee and picked her up, placed her on the desk, pushing, scrambling. Alex’s back hit the cold wood. Papers and pens and her clock went flying. Alex took her glasses off.

She tugged at the hem of Olivia’s t-shirt and she willingly pulled it off, her hand coming behind her head. Alex would have rather ripped it. She reveled in the sight of Olivia’s exposed bra, her toned abs, her shoulders. A silver pendant dangled from her neck and caught the city’s illuminated night coming in through the window. Alex could hardly decide where to put her hands so they hovered by her head until Olivia’s lips met hers again. She threaded them into her short hair.

They moved against one another gracefully, yet rushing, heavy breaths and urgent moans filled the air. Olivia kissed Alex’s collarbone on each side, then her breast above her bra. Alex arched her back expecting Olivia to unclasp it, but she didn’t. There were other more important things to get to.

Alex thanked herself for wearing a skirt. Olivia pushed it up around her waist, so close to what she wanted. She touched her over her simple lace panties, smiling when Alex’s breath shuddered. She could feel her wetness through the fabric. Alex held onto Olivia’s back.

“Tell me you want me,” Olivia said, her hand stilling.

“Olivia.”.

“Tell me, you want me, Alexandra,” Olivia insisted.

“God, I,” Alex whined, desperate, “I want you, Olivia.”

“How bad?” Olivia said, then gently bit her neck, eliciting a surprised, aroused yelp.

“So bad, Olivia,” Alex said, panting, “please.”

“Please what?” Olivia said, thoroughly enjoying the position she had Alex in.

“Please fuck me!” Alex finally cried. That was enough for Olivia. She pushed the panties aside and they both moaned at the touch, Alex from relief and pleasure and Olivia from the satisfied knowledge that she was the one who brought this about, she could turn Alex on like this, Alex wanted her. Her fingers circled Alex’s swollen clit before entering her with a single one. Alex was warm and wet around her, intensely appealing, Olivia found herself thinking she could stand to do this far more often. As Alex’s nails dug into her back, as she began to fuck her in earnest, Olivia realized just how much she missed this. It stung more than the scratching. Her fingers moved quickly, urgently, and before long Alex was clearly seconds away from orgasm. Olivia pulled her hand away.

“What the hell, Liv?” Alex asked, raising herself up on her elbows. Olivia felt her heart flutter and her anger rise at the nickname.

“You’ll forgive me,” Olivia said, before returning to her previous activity, plunging into her with intensity. Alex came around her fingers with a gasp and a cry that she muffled with her hand.

She gave her almost no time to catch her breath. Olivia dropped to her knees and parted Alex’s legs further, brushed her hair out of her face. She was aware of her own arousal, but she wasn’t so interested in that. Alex had her undivided attention. She pushed the skirt up further (it was so rumpled, Olivia couldn’t wait to hear how she explained that to Robert) and pulled the soaked underwear down to her ankles. Alex whimpered when Olivia’s lips touched her, her tongue delicately playing with her very sensitive folds. Her hand stayed on her mouth, muffling the noises she knew were only getting louder, hoping desperately nobody would be coming back into the office tonight. She came again in what felt like seconds.

Olivia rose and took a step back, admiring Alex’s disheveled state. She made a show of wiping her mouth, smirking. She ran a hand through her hair. Alex’s eyes were hazy and her pupils were wide. She sat up.

“Do you want,” she began to ask.

“No,” Olivia said. “I’m satisfied.”

#svu #law & order: special victims unit #svu fic #cabenson #alex cabot #olivia benson #conviction (2006)#this is my first cabenson fic AND my first smut fit #sficx

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tearsucry · 11 months

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—⨳ i am willing to write dark content, most specifically

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DISCLAIMER ; learn how to separate fiction from reality, just because i write it, does not mean i condone it in real life!

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marchtomydrums · 2 years

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Summer Fun

Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot x Reader

With summer coming to an end your wives promised you a mini vacation to celebrate. Olivia and Alex both have been working nonstop with some hellacious hours so there were days your paths didn't even cross.

However, Alex was now home and waiting in the bedroom for you to show her the bathing suits you ordered for the trip. The blonde beauty was in the middle of packing while she waits. Olivia strolls in earlier than usual smiling as she sees Alex.

“Hi, baby.”

Alex lifts her head smiling at her “Hi. Your home early.”

Olivia nods “Yeah Fin said he's got it covered. Besides we leave tomorrow night. Where's y/n?” she asked looking around.

“In the bathroom. She ordered some bathing suits for our trip and wanted to see how they looked.”

Olivia sits on the bed taking off her shoes along with her badge and gun as she listens to Alex explain.

“So what your saying is I made it just in time for the show?” she asked raising her eyebrows.

Alex chuckles “It would appear so captain.”

Their playful banter is interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Stepping out you smile at them both. The color of the suit made your skin glow. And with the tiny strings, there was no way you were getting tan lines.

You smiled at the two women whose mouths hung wide open.

“What do you think?”

“Turn around.” Olivia orders.

You smiled turning for her.

“Your whole ass is out!” She shouts.

You chuckled turning back around.

“Well duh. It’s a thong Bikini Liv.”

“There is no way you’re wearing that.”

You rolled your eyes “Well sorry to tell you MOM but I am.”

“You’re not walking out on the beach for the world to see your ass.”

“What does it matter?! It only belongs to you anyway!” You shout back at the brunette.

“Hey!” Alex shouts with a pout.

“And you.” You chuckled winking at the blonde.

“Baby please don’t wear that. I’ll have to fight off gross men all day. I’d like to actually relax on this vacation.” Olivia whines.

You giggled walking towards her straddling her lap.

“Olivia. I promise you the only person I care about looking at me is you and Alex. Okay??”

The brunette nods her head and sighs “Yeah okay.”

“You really don’t like it?” You asked.

“I love it, baby. Just not for others to see. You’re mine.”

“Your right I am yours. So think about it like this. All of those people who look my way they only get to look. You on the other hand…well you get to do much much more.” You husked rolling your hips in her lap.

She chuckles smacking your ass cheek hard with her hand causing you to gasp.

“Fine. But if someone touches you I swear to god…”

“No one will touch me. Unless it’s you.”

“Hello!” Alex shouts once more.

You chuckled rolling your eyes at her.

“You know what I meant.”

The blonde chuckles “Yes I do. Now come over here so I can see that ass up close.”

You giggled crawling across the bed to her. She smiles spinning you around so your face is buried into the sheets and your ass is on display for her. She looks you over one good time before smacking your ass hard causing you to moan.

The blonde smirks looking over at Olivia.

“You have to admit it Liv…her ass looks delicious in this suit.”

Olivia chuckles shaking her head “Yeah that’s what I’m worried about.”

Alex laughs giving your ass another hard smack.

#lgbtq #alex cabot x reader #wlw #law and order svu #olivia benson x reader #writing #television #fiction #law and order x reader #stephanie march #smut and fluff #age difference #angst #mariska hartigay #poly representation #three women #summer

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maximoffcarter · 18 days

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And the Calex fic where Alex dominates Casey sexually?

I really wanna know who you are anon😂

I am working on that one…🫢 The ones I mentioned on the post, are the ones that are ready, I do have that written down in the ones I have to work on. I cannot promise you anything but I am gonna try to write it😏

#the way I said I wouldn’t write smut but now I kinda wanna #casey novak #alex cabot #casey novak x alex cabot

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wearyrains · 1 year

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Smut, no plot. Literally, no plot. Cabenson. Takes place during ghost.

Alex reads over Connor's file twice. She's thankful Olivia brought it for her. But twice is enough. She doesn't want to squander the time she has tonight with her best friend. She looks over at Olivia who is watching TV laying in the bed next to her. She places the file to the side and joins her in watching the friends re-run. This almost feels normal, watching friends late at night with Olivia. They used to do this after a hard case. They'd get drunk and watch sitcoms, laughing at the absurdity of the jokes contracting with the drama of their lives. It's funnier now in a way, now that she misses the absolute drama of her old life.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14208760/1/One-Single-Night

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45678796

https://www.wattpad.com/story/337073074-one-single-night

#cabenson #olivia benson #alex cabot #smut fanfiction #svu fanfiction #svu #femslash #lesbian smut

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 months

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Taking It From the Best ~Mistress!Narcissa Malfoy x EarlySVU!Alex Cabot xFem Pet!Younger!Reader

Summary— A little crossover scenario Harry Potter x Law & Order SVU… AU where Narcissa is Alex and Reader’s mistress. Early SVU seasons Alex and Reader are roughly the same age, Narcissa is older. This is pure filth.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, threesomes, strap-on fucking, doggystyle sex, eating out (oral), implied overstimulation, collaring, use of a leash, light bondage, mistress kink, pet kink, collaring kink, implied power play, implied sub/dom relationships, praise, physical comforting, aftercare, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ—” you groaned.

Alex’s tongue curled inside your aching walls like fucking ecstasy, making your toes curl and your mouth open in a silent scream. The blonde’s face was being propelled in and out of your cunt by the rhythm of which Narcissa was fucking her.

The older woman was on the bed on her knees holding Alex’s hips with one hand, while her other held a leash attached to a collar. A collar which was around your neck, squeezing your airway in the most delicious way. With a swift tug from Narcissa, your body spasmed as you were pulled closer towards Alex’s savage mouth.

“Such a good girls for your mistress my Darlings… pet, my love, don’t fight it… That will only make it harder, just relax for your mistress…” Narcissa cooed lustfully, before punctuating her words with a couple twisted thrusts into the blonde’s dripping pussy.

“Oh FUCK Mistress—!!” Alex cried out, panting heavily and shaking lightly.

Alex was sandwiched in between the two of you, on her forearms and knees, and taking Narcissa’s plastic cock as it pounded into her from behind. Her eyes were rolling back as she fought to continue to eat you out while coming closer and closer to climax herself.

Your head lolled back, your body splayed out on the bed, legs wide for Alex’s face and Narcissa’s gaze. Your wrists were bound together above your head, along with the collar around your neck. It was tight enough to stifle some of your noises, but not enough to choke you out entirely. Every time you attempted to squirm away from underneath Alex’s relentless tongue, Narcissa would ruthlessly tug you even closer by the leash attached to your collar…

“Fuck I’m gonna… gonna cum again Mistresss please…!!” You moaned mindlessly, thrashing beneath Alex’s hot mouth and tugging at your restraints and leash.

Narcissa only tightened her hold on you and only fucked Alex harder, making the blonde spew moan after moan into your soaked cunt. Alex’s administrations faltered as she quickly approached her own high.

“Shit Mistress m-me too God Please!!” Alex begged, holding onto your thighs for dear life as Narcissa pounded into her from behind.

“Alex, Darling, make our pet cum. Once she has, then you may as well…” Narcissa purred.

Alex didn’t need anymore prompting, swiftly diving back into your core. With a couple more tongue thrusts into your pussy, your walls were clenching around Alex’s tongue as you came. Your back arched as you tugged against your wrist restraints as Narcissa held your leash tight while pile driving into Alex. The walls of pleasure around you came crashing down as your body spasmed in white, hot pleasure.

Alex was quick to cum right after you, falling over the edge, her cunt clenching around Narcissa’s cock. The blonde and your screams of pleasure coincided and echoes throughout the room reeking of sex. With one final thrust from Narcissa, Alex’s body collapsed onto the bed, along with yours.

Narcissa was quick to remove the strap-on and come up to the two of her girls. She caressed each of you, giving you light forehead kisses and making sure to untie you. You were panting heavily, just as Alex was.

“Darlings, you both did so good for your mistress… such good girls…” the older woman praised.

After you had both gotten a chance to catch your breaths, Narcissa ushered you two to the lavish bathroom in order to clean you up and then get you ready for bed. You followed the older woman’s command mindlessly, knowing and trusting her every word. Your heart swelled in delight as the night ended with Narcissa cuddling both of you in bed, where your eyes got heavy quickly and it wouldn’t take you nor Alex long to slip into deep slumbers.

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Alex Cabot Masterlist

Narcissa Malfoy Masterlist

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jiggy-manda · 15 days

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gf!alex cabot headcanons

sfw

takes awhile to warm up to you

you were new to her and she’s not the best with newcomers

but eventually she accepted you as one of their own

once she warms up to you she gets a bit protective but not in the romantic sense. more like… territorial, but in a less personal way. it’s like she’s annoyed that she underestimated you at first so she subconsciously expects everyone else to as well

catches herself speaking for you sometimes. again she trusts you but because you’re younger & newer than her she still occasionally feels the need to step in

you don’t get together in a traditional sense. nobody asked anyone out or courted anybody. most people would describe it as saying it “just happened.”

working together naturally made you guys grow closer even if it took a bit of time and was slightly unconventional

once you got together her protectiveness definitely did shift into the romantic way just as much as the territorial, superior coworker way

wanted to keep her romantic life separate from her work life at first, but she did relent eventually and announce your relationship to the rest of the team. you made her grow soft over time.

she knows you love her eyes, so she’ll always stare at you until you look away out of embarrassment. she loooves to fluster you

tries to bring you out of your shell at work functions or social events even if she’s not the most excited to be there herself

buys you expensive perfume

she’s not extremely touchy-feely but she loves holding your hand

likes it when you wear her clothes

will ask you to play with her hair when she’s nervous or anxious

nsfw

she’s not a complete stone top but she definitely prefers giving to receiving

she likes the fact that you’re more inexperienced than her

not because of a possessive or manipulative angle, but because she enjoys teaching you new things and being the one to open you up to different ideas

she really likes using her hands on you!! she has plenty of toys but she always prefers skin-to-skin

she prefers vibrators to straps when she’s topping you

although she never really… doesn’t top

she’ll be a power bottom for you though if you’re desperate enough <3

lots of hickeys but usually they’re not noticeable, especially if you have to go into work

loves loves loves playing with your tits

always wants to make you louder than you were before

she loves undressing you

generally just obsessed with the idea of making you hers

please please submit anything alex related you’d like to see in the future <3

#alex cabot #alex cabot x reader #alex cabot smut #alex cabot x you #alex cabot fluff #alex cabot headcanons #alex svu #svu fluff #svu smut #svu x reader

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smartycvnt · 6 months

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Kiss and Tell*

Title: Kiss and Tell Pairing: Alex Cabot x Reader MINORS DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, top Alex, bottom reader, strap-on R WC: 543

All of Y/n's nerves about the night melted away as Alex kissed her. They had been planning this night for weeks, and Alex was absolutely overjoyed that it had finally arrived. Y/n had always been more comfortable giving than receiving, but Alex could see the frustration building up. Y/n sneaking off to touch herself in the dead of night after hooking up with Alex was no longer doing it for her. Alex had let Y/n take her time with everything from planning to psyching herself up. Alex understood the fear that came with letting someone else touch and witness you at your most vulnerable. If it wasn't for the alcohol and sexual frustration that Alex had been feeling prior to hooking up with Y/n, she would have been in the same boat.

"I don't want to rush you, but can we please get on with this?" Alex glanced up from where she had been sitting in between Y/n's legs in shock. They had spent so much of the night stalling that Alex had honestly begun to suspect Y/n would back out. "I'm sorry, but I've been waiting all night and I'm uncomfortably wet right now. So please, just take care of me."

"O-of course," Alex said as she sat up on her knees. Y/n laid back down against the mattress as she watched Alex coat the dildo she'd be using with lube. Alex's fingers had been teasing Y/n quite a bit throughout the night, and this strap couldn't have been thicker than that. They had agreed on something smaller to use while Y/n was still getting used to the feeling of being Alex's bottom. Alex positioned the tip at Y/n's entrance, but paused before making the first thrust in. "Are you sure that you're okay with this?" \

"Yes. Alex, please, just fuck me," Y/n begged. Alex felt her chest swell with pride as she slowly eased in. Y/n made noises that Alex had never heard from her before, ones that she hadn't even imagined. She had reduced the big, tough detective to a mess of moans and whimpers in a matter of seconds. Alex kept a slow pace until Y/n started to move her hips for more. Alex grabbed onto Y/n's hips and began to really fuck her.

"You're doing so good," Alex muttered her praises as she thrust Y/n into the mattress. Alex's body closed in over Y/n's, changing the angle with each inch that she moved. Y/n's fists were balled up around the sheets, and her body writhed in pleasure as Alex fucked her. The room was filled with the sounds of Y/n's moans, which just barely overpowered the sounds of wetness as Alex thrust in and out of Y/n's cunt. The sounds coming from Y/n's mouth grew to be more breathy than the last as she stumbled into her climax. She would have liked to think that she was graceful as she came, but Y/n knew better than that. She came crashing down like a tsunami wave: destructive and messy. And yet, Alex was there for her to clean up the mess and soothe her rapidly beating heart.

#svu x reader #svu #one shot #my writing #law & order #law & order x reader #alex cabot x reader #alex cabot

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cabotwife · 5 months

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MASTERLIST !!

to be updated

♡ - fluff

♤ - smut

◇ - angst

SVU

olivia benson

- 2am call ◇♡

- growing up ♡

- enter the night ♡◇

- battered and bruised (wip) ♡◇

casey novak

- goodbye earl (wip) ♡◇

alex cabot

- clean (wip) ♡

rafael barba

- a night with barba

Hunger Games

johanna mason

- enchanted ♡

- two broken halves ♡◇

- hey, brother ◇♡

- you are my sunshine ♡

- please don't take my sunshine away (wip) ◇♡

- domestic bliss ♡

- dress ♤

- would've, could've, should've ◇♡

- this love ◇♡

- so it goes ♤♡

- too well ♡◇

- like blood ♡◇

- stupid with love (wip) ♡

- somethin' bad (wip) ♡

- better than revenge (wip) ◇♡

#masterlist #olivia benson #rafael barba #johanna mason #olivia benson x reader #rafael barba x reader #johanna mason x reader

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lizdonnelly · 4 months

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Appearances

Pairing: Elizabeth Donnelly x f!reader, suggestions of Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson Warnings: Smut, language Summary: "We do not see people as they are, but as they appear to us." Takes place after the events of 3x21 ‘Denial'

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Alex Cabot would admit to being many things, but a pushover was not one of them. The ADA crossed her arms and adjusted herself on the bench within the cell, adamant that back talking to Lena Petrovsky would be worth the ass chewing that would surely ensue when the news reached the Bureau Chief that her subordinate was being held in contempt. Adjusting her watch, Alex realized it was already well past six. She bit the inside of her cheek at the thought of Liz receiving the phone call during dinner. While the woman was typically volatile enough as it was, any interruptions Alex had spurred on after hours lately had inspired an especially caustic response. A few rumors were circulating around the DA's office, and to their credit, they tracked with the reputation that preceded Liz.

"Elizabeth Donnelly? They're promoting that radical feminist?" Arthur Branch had scoffed over a glass of whiskey at the annual holiday benefit when he had asked Alex who had the honor of being her new boss. "She had everyone's balls in an iron vice back in the 70's until she let a perp escape out the bathroom window. Ruined her reputation, but didn't fix that attitude."

Alex feigned a smile in acknowledgement, tracing her thumb along the edge of her champagne flute. She couldn't lie, her family ties and pedigree had certainly helped carry her through the conservative boy's club that the DA's office had been, but she liked to believe she knew enough of the script to ease through on her own accord. If it worked at Harvard, how could it be any different at Manhattan SVU?

"You know, it's always been an open secret that she bats for the other team," Arthur derided. "Explains a lot, don't you think?" Alex's blood cooled.

"Here's what I don't understand..." Ripped back to reality at sound of the harsh, staccato voice that echoed down the hall, Alex braced herself. She straightened her back out and smoothed her brow. Time to test her resolve. "Yes, ma'am. That's correct, she's just down that way. Check the second cell on the right."

--- Liz turned to you before she headed down the hallway, voice softening. "Stay here while I go give her a reality check," she said. "It shouldn't take long." You nodded, leaning against the guard's desk. You adjusted your grip on the takeout bag that you had asked the restaurant for as soon as Liz received the call. Although your shift at Mercy General's ER had been fatiguing, the idea of a cozy dinner with your girlfriend had carried you through the workday. With drama stirring up again on Liz's end, it had been about a week since you'd last been able to have a proper night out with her. Despite your understanding of the responsibility that came with her career, an all too familiar feeling had begun clawing its way through you. "You cold over there all by your lonesome, miss?"

Startled, you turned around. Two guards stood behind the desk, and one winked.

"Sweetheart?" Liz stood in the doorway of her bedroom. You paused your motions, eyes widening as you looked up at her.

"You must be cold all alone like that," she said faintly, slowly walking closer. "Run out of patience waiting for me to get back?"

It was true. Although you had only started formally dating her for a few months at the time, you both fell quicker and harder than you thought you could. You felt a wave of shame at succumbing to the ache that had gnawed at you, broke you. She had been pulled into a particularly demanding case, and hadn't been able to follow through on a date night in over two weeks. Liz had suggested you spend the night, promising she'd be home before midnight to make reparations for lost time, but you had made the mistake of watching her get dressed for her court appearance earlier that day. It was stupid, really, to get caught up in the thought of it like some hormonal teenager. A woman as put together as she was surely wouldn't take well to finding out that you could cave so easily.

But her hands were smoothing up the bare skin along your back now, pulling you off your spot straddling the pillow and flush against her suit. She pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Here, darling," came her voice in your ear. She patted her thigh. Hesitantly, you shifted up into place and began to grind against it, burying your face into the crook of her neck. Your cheeks burned.

"Come on, it's alright. You can make a mess."

The guard pulled the zipper down on his jacket.

"I've dealt with worse," you managed, not sure whether the words were really meant for him or as a reminder to yourself. You tugged at the corner of your coat and looked over at the men. Something about the way they were eyeing you now began to unnerve you. Your heartbeat quickened. You tried your best to tuck your hospital ID badge into your pocket before they could get a good look at it. "Is that so? Snow's supposed to get real bad tonight," the guard continued, swapping glances with his coworker and grinning. He stepped forward towards you. "You know what they say's the best way to keep warm?" The man waggled his eyebrows, both of them now chuckling. "With my foot up your ass," came Liz's voice as she rounded the corner. She pulled you under her arm, leading you towards the exit. She cast a look over her shoulder that you weren't able to catch, but the sound of the guards' boots squeaking out of the room said it all. ---

Running a hand through her hair, Alex made her way through the station, thankful for the dim lighting now that her eyes burned with fatigue. Lewin had succeeded in making peace with Petrovsky, although it took hours for the news to reach the ADA. Fortunately, Olivia had the patience of a saint. The detective had been more than willing to meet up with her for a late night dinner once Alex was able to drop a few things off at her desk. The thought of nursing a warm bowl of soup almost made up for the fact that her shirt was beginning to stick to her skin. Her mind wandered to the idea of sitting across from those wide, chocolate puppy dog eyes that always held such an earnest fire in them. Something began to stir within Alex, but she shook it off, digging her nails into her arms. Olivia was a talented detective. Her empathy and ability to make people feel heard was what made victims able to open up to her. It was just a skill that also happened to benefit her coworkers, nothing more.

As the ADA turned the corner, she paused.

The door to Liz's office was open. One of the lamps had been turned on inside, and a hazy glow filtered out across the darkened hallway. The Bureau Chief was standing in the doorway, hands grasping at the hips of a woman in a pair of scrubs. Everything in Alex stilled as she saw the woman lean up and run a hand through Liz's short, swept back hair. There was a warmth that radiated in her boss' eyes that she had trouble believing could exist there. The woman whispered something to Liz, and whatever had been said caused Liz to pull her forward into a bruising kiss.

Alex hid back behind the corner, unsure of how to process catching Liz Donnelly slide her tongue down another woman's throat. Waiting for the sound of the door to close, Alex pushed herself flat against the wall. Much to her dread, footsteps began to head towards her. Her adrenaline spiked.

Knowing there was no way to call the elevator in time, the ADA dipped into an open conference room nearby, hoping the clicking of her heels wouldn't give her away. Not long after, Liz rounded the corner, briefcase in hand. She furrowed her brow and looked around. Alex held her breath, knowing that she'd burn the remainder of her nine lives at the DA's office if the woman found out what she'd seen.

Fortunately, Liz slipped into the women's restroom.

Alex's phone buzzed within her pocket. "Where are you? Donnelly still giving you trouble?"

Alex paused before typing her response. "Got sidetracked, sorry. Be there soon."

--- At Liz's insistence, you settled into one of the leather chairs in her office and left the takeout bag on the table for you both to dig into once she returned. Looking around, you took in the sight of all the awards and fancy, framed pieces of paper hanging along the walls with signatures of names that meant nothing to you but surely held some sort of high regard in the legal world.

Melinda had warned you that Liz didn't have the most gracious demeanor. She said the prosecutor was about as cold as they come, aside from those that ended up on her table. However, that didn't stop her from urging you to confront your feelings for the woman in the same breath. It had been over a year of tiptoeing around the subject before you both ended up confessing feelings over drinks. Somehow, it all felt much more real getting to finally see the office that soaked up so much of her time.

Sucking in your bottom lip, you tasted her on you again.

Your eyes landed on her desk. Heat began to pool in the bottom of your stomach at the thought of her gazing over at you from behind it. Cautiously, you got up and walked over. You ran your fingers along the edge of the wood, chuckling at both how much of a statement piece it was and how impersonal Liz kept it. Apart from the heavy, gold nameplate, there wasn't much across it that would make it clear who worked there. For all the years you devoted to medical school, you certainly didn't have anything with as much pomp and circumstance with your name on it. Accidentally pushing a drawer open in the process, you came face to face with something unexpected. Tucked halfway underneath a few blank memo pads in the drawer was a newspaper clipping. In it, you smiled widely at the camera, accepting an award on behalf of the trauma unit at Mercy General. The article had been published over two years ago. "Feeling nosy, eh?"

You jumped at the sound of Liz's voice from across the room. Strangely, she had changed into a pair of suit pants. She set her briefcase to the side, and you heard her lock the door. "Where'd you get this?" "Judging by the looks of it, the newspaper, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes and giggled.

"They teach you those skills in law school?" It was her turn to laugh now.

She made her way across the dimly lit room to wrap herself around your back. You felt her press a kiss to the back of your neck. "I picked up the paper at the cafe by my home one morning, and wouldn't you know it, there was the name of the adorable woman in scrubs I kept seeing order her croissants there," she said, smiling into your skin. "It made up for all the shitty coffee I dealt with to get a chance to see her."

"That was a few months before Melinda introduced us at the gala," you said. "I don't remember ever seeing you there, and I could never forget the night we first met." She pressed up against your back. You felt the bulge in her pants and bit your lip. The impromptu outfit change suddenly made sense. "I like to keep some things to myself," she whispered. She shifted, positioning the outline of the strap to nudge the space between your legs. "Other things, not so much."

You gasped, eyes fluttering shut. "Here? Are you sure?" "Bend over, sweetheart." "What if someone-" Liz nipped at your earlobe, and the words died in your throat. "Hush," she whispered, patting her desk. Mind swimming and desire taking over, you leaned over the edge of her desk. You moaned at the feeling of her hands sliding up the back of your thighs. Suddenly, you felt her loop her fingers into your waistband, easing your pants and underwear off. You let your forehead hit the surface of the desk at the feeling of the cool air hitting your ass. "I've thought about this all too often," Liz whispered. She kept her voice low, but it only further added to your arousal. "You're even more gorgeous like this than I imagined." You gasped at the feeling of her swiping two fingers along your pussy, not sure of how long you'd be able to hold out like this. Liz chucked. "How long have you been wet like this for me?" "I told you earlier," you panted, thinking of the kiss you had shared in her doorway. "Y-you look so good tonight." Liz rewarded you by stroking her fingers around your entrance. You whined at her touch, hips bucking up towards her. She used her free hand to tug her pants open. "Oh god, Lizzie... please," you choked as she began running the toy through your folds.

At the sound of the nickname only you were allowed to call her, and only in the privacy of the heated moments you shared, she withdrew her fingers and eased the length of her strap inside you.

You gripped the edge of the desk as she began thrusting at a steady pace, her hands settling along your thighs to deepen her movements. The sound of your panting, the smacking of your ass against her, and the occasional restrained moans she fought back filled the air around you.

From along the bookshelf at the other side of the room, you caught a glimpse of yourself across the reflective surface of one of the awards she displayed, Liz mounted over you. Following your glance, the prosecutor snickered, leaning down to pull you into a kiss. "Do you like seeing me on top of you like this, darling?" she said, dragging her teeth across the soft spot exposed along your neck. You bit back a wail. "I can't...I'm going to..." you felt the waves of pleasure threatening to spread across your body. You fought to still them as much as you could, but the way she was pushing up against that spot deep inside you threatened to drive you mad. Your moans became less coherent, and you reached back to grab at her frantically. "Go ahead," she panted, her voice now strained. "Cum on my cock, sweetheart, you can do it." Your mind went fizzy, and the floodgates finally burst. Liz fucked you through your orgasm, hands soothing you up your shirt and all across your back. Not long after, you felt her grind up against you, finally collapsing. "Fuck!" she cried out, a little louder than she probably would have liked.

But what did it really matter? Who would be still around at this time of night?

--- "What did she hit you with this time?" Olivia asked, walking alongside the ADA as they both headed towards the elevators. Alex hit the button and shook her head. "That I need to stay in my own lane if I want to keep this job." Olivia rewarded her with a grin. Alex felt something in her stomach flip. "So not that bad this time. That's something," the detective said. The doors opened, and the pair walked in. Alex watched as Olivia thumbed the button for the ground floor. It was nearly two in the morning, yet the detective still had a lightness in her step. The prosecutor's eyes furtively scanned the woman as the elevator began its descent. She paused, noticing Olivia had a bit of a cowlick at the back of her pixie cut. Without thinking, Alex reached out and ran her fingers through the back of Olivia's hair, smoothing it out. Olivia hummed in response. The elevator halted. The doors opened, and Alex froze. She locked eyes with none other than Liz Donnelly, who stood behind the woman the ADA had seen her with earlier. Several strands of the short, blonde locks that Liz kept so neatly maintained were now plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her suit jacket hung around the arms of the woman she was with. Alex saw the Bureau Chief's eyes dart over to the hand the ADA still had threaded in Olivia's hair. The two lawyers met each other's gaze again. Unaware of the telepathic recognition of mutually assured destruction that was unfolding around her, the woman tugged Liz into the elevator with her. Alex removed her hand from Olivia's hair and found anything to look at but her boss. "Do you have any plans for the night?" the woman piped up, trying to make small talk with Alex and Olivia. "Staying in my lane," Alex said.

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