#alex law fanfiction

[stardancerluv]

Can I have Alex Law with my self made prompt called scar kissing?

I am so sorry this took so long…but I struggled a bit to be honest…with being sick..stress at work..and also having moved quite a bit away from the fandom. But the spark…for Alex came back and I hope you like it.

Kisses for a Warrior

Summary: You have a date with Alex tonight and ghosts from your past come to haunt you.

Warning/Notes: Self-esteem issues, self-doubt, references to scarring (no scar is done or elaborated on), this is not a glorification of it…this is living with and after it (I only based this on those I sadly know who have gone through this…so if I get anything wrong I am sorry.) The reader is pretty nuetral but there is a reference to them wearing a bra. The body type is just so illustrate how they feel better about themselves.

Feedback, ❤️s & reblogs are welcome!

A pile of clothes, laid at your feet. To be honest, you were ankle deep in a pile of discarded clothes. Somehow, you had caught the eye one the handsome, lovable asshole Alex Law.

You don’t know why you suddenly had grown self conscious, but you were. Nothing you owned fit right. Blowing your bangs from your eyes, your hands on your hips you were at a loss of what to what wear.

He was gonna play a few rounds of racquetball ball with David and Juliet, show and then come get you. The clock on your nightstand was mocking you. You had been in this turmoil for the last hour. You wanted to look good for him. All the girls in the office wanted him, you his eye only twinkled for you.

But right now, you were certain he’d see you in this state cut his losses and end it. Tears stung your eyes, your past had come in like a ghost and lingered. No matter what you did. None of your clothes fit right. They were either too long or not long enough.

Standing there, in some shorts and a tank everything was on full display. Little silver lines etched themselves here and there along your body. At the time, you they had released the tension the nail biting anxiety that had taken a strangle hold on you. Now, you couldn’t believe you did that to yourself. No amount of make up dusting spots here and there would cover them up and apparently, all your clothes make those lines as vivid as stripes on a tiger.

You had not had that talk with him. You knew where you could start but would he even stay for the end, you wondered.

You covered your face with your hands and your face contorted into a silent sob.

******

“Hey doll? You home?” Alex racked his fingers through his still damp auburn strands. He had pulled on his green sweatshirt, that you loved so much and hopped in his car and raced over.

He had barely been able to focus on the racquetball games. To be honest, for once he truly didn’t care if he won against Juliet or David. He just wanted to go and see you. But he couldn’t break with their tradition of playing a few around on Tuesday night. Monday the start of the work week always led to the bar. Tuesday was well a few rounds, Wednesday was beers and darts and so on for the rest of the week.

You were the new girl at the paper, well new as of six months ago. But you had walked in, with a pencil behind one ear, a notepad in one hand and eyes that when they met his made his heart beat just that much harder.

“Doll?” He knocked, and turning the knob finding it open he hesitantly opened the door. Icy nervousness, formed and churned in his stomach. A girl shouldn’t have her door unlocked like this; anyone could walk in.

Walking in further silence still greeted him instead of your sweet smile and twinkling eyes. Turning, he quickly locked the door. He may be there now but he wasn’t sure how he’d hold up against an intruder.

“Baby?” He shouted. The ice of his nerves grew heavier in his stomach.

That’s when he heard, a soft sad sound. His reporter ears perked up. He crept over and found it to be coming from your room. The door was open a crack. Another soft sound, slid from the opening. His stomach lurched.

Peaking, he wanted to make sure you were ok and that not something awful happened because your door had been unlocked.

His eyes grew at what he saw. Without even realizing it, since you were so lovely he had pushed the door open further so he could see all of you.

You stood there in the cutest bra and a pair of shorts that well, made him just want to run up to you and squeeze your bottom.

“Alex?” Your voice was scratchy and filled with anguish.

It broke right through the feeling of excitement of seeing you.

You were grabbing and pulled and tugging and hiding from him. It confused him. Not sure why, but he took a shaky step forward to see, to ask why you were acting like that.

“No Alex, stop.” You held a hand up. You wavered where you stood and then he watched as you faltered more and then with an oof and a thud you fell down.

He immediately ran over and knelt by your side. “Baby, what’s the matter?”

You tried to shrink away from him but the mass of your clothes wouldn’t let you. Confusion rooted him to the floor, he never had a girl act like this.

“What’s the matter?” He placed a gentle hand on your bare arm.

You flinched. But then just as fast as you did that. You launched yourself at him and he struggled but managed to not fall and was actually able to hold you.

“I got you, I’m not going to let go.” He murmured into your soft hair.

A softer cry came from you then as you then nestled closer, and closer still your grip on him tightening.

He just held you and let you be. Tears moistened his sweatshirt. You ragged breaths warmed him but he did what he promised and didn’t let go.

He didn’t understand. He wouldn’t prod at you. You’d tell him. He knew in time, he you’d explain but he right now he was just going to hold you. At least, he hoped you would.

Sometime later, you finally looked up at him, a few tears still clung to your lashes. “You don’t think I’m hideous?”

He grimaced. “What? How could I?” The question, and the lack of any sympathy for yourself shook him.

“I…I…” Your voice trailed off, pulling back you gestured to little silver lines that appeared over here and there.

He shook his head. “You are gorgeous. I could never.”

“But…but.” Your bottom lip quivered.

Then it dawned on him as he remembered an article, he had covered a few months back. Realization washed over him. He knew now what, he was looking at.

Silently, not uttering another word he gently took your hand and pressed soft kisses there where he saw the lines. Slowly, he moved up your arm and did the same there. He traveled over to the soft curve of your stomach. Seeing how many were there made ripples of sadness form in him. But he knew from their appearance you had long since stopped and they were all healed. That even though feelings may remained, you had healed and became the person he met and fell hard for.

He felt your hand on the back of his head. He glanced up from some of the auburn strands that strayed and fell into his eyes. “Yes, doll?”

“You’re uh,” He watched you chew on your bottom lip. “You’re kissing my…my…”

“Streaks of triumph over your inner demons? I am. You are my warrior and as such, you deserve some kisses.”

He saw something flicker in your eyes, but no tears came. Though you hugged him then and he hugged you.

He wasn’t sure how long you two remained their or how much longer he pressed kissed here and there on you; but he did remember how you looked later that night. The two of you were crossing the street to get over to the new bar that opened. You had thrown your head back laughing at something stupid he said; but seeing that smile, how your eyes twinkled in the street lights or how much of a knock out you looked in that spaghetti strapped dress. He, Alex Law was the luckiest man in Scotland.

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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…?

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

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.

Enjoy (;

“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.

~~~

Alex Cabot Masterlist

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Alex Cabot x Reader Headcanons

from my own wishful thinking & context clues & absolutely nothing else

Smart as fuck.

Loves brunch. Orders an omelet and a mimosa every time.

Grew up crazy rich. Trust fund baby.

New England law royalty.

Her favorite flowers are mums.

Would roundhouse kick anyone else who tried to hug her, but is super snuggly with you.

Eerily good at reading people.

Legendary speeches and closing arguments.

Would make an excellent politician, but doesn't like the ethically slimy things required.

Sees the good in you when you don't.

Stays up so late on weekends, then sleeps til noon. Even though you have told her time and time again that this is bad sleep hygiene.

Hot when she wears glasses and she knows it.

Chooses your outfits when you go on vacations because she wants the Instagram pics to be perfect.

Leaves you little love letters on sticky notes when she has to leave before you wake up.

Loves to Netflix and chill all weekend. With a big emphasis on the chill. 😉

Very hard to intimidate.

Not great about saving money, but she doesn't really have to be.

Spends an ungodly amount of money on omakase.

Doesn't let many people get close to her, but is very close to those she lets in.

Makes sure you're included in conversations because you can be a little on the shy side.

Ridiculously long nighttime skin care routine.

Has watched every single comedy special on Netflix.

Nearly unstoppable when she turns on the charm.

Makes you get to the airport 2.5 hours early, despite the fact that you both have TSA PreCheck.

A slut for cacio e pepe.

Will choose a hotel based on nothing but how the pictures there would look.

Her suitcase is always too heavy, and she always asks to put stuff in yours.

Has a parfait for lunch every day.

Cafe con leche supremacy stan.

Silk sheets only.

Sweeps you away on far-flung vacations as often as she can.

A gin-and-tonic is her Bad Day at Work drink.

Got in trouble all the time as a kid for playing with her mom's makeup.

Would 100% use her family's private jet if you hadn't convinced her it was socially and environmentally unethical. She hated that you were right.

Mulled wine on Christmas Eve. Always.

Will melt if you give her jewelry. Doesn't even care that she could buy herself better pieces.

Lets you get quirky and colorful with holiday decorations inside, but outside it's classic white lights and wreaths and candles only.

Would never ever admit it but gets pissed when you don't interact with her Instagram posts.

Favorite candy is Skittles, but she feels this undermines her badass bitch persona at work, so she'll only eat them at home.

Secretly likes to wind down with a joint on Friday nights after work.

Reminds you to wear SPF moisturizer. Every. Single. Day.

Holds your hand firmly in crowds so you don't get separated.

Takes so long in the shower in the morning that sometimes you have to get in, wash, and get out all while she's still showering.

Gets a facial and a massage every week like the bougie bitch she is.

Gives absolutely no fucks.

You do not want to be on the receiving end of an Alex glare.

The ultimate hype man. Believes in you so much that you actually believe in yourself.

Never not running late because it takes her so long to get ready. But somehow always gets there on time?

Compliments you incessantly. Like to the point that it flustered you at first.

Has to drink herbal tea instead of coffee after lunch or she'll be up all night.

[snugglywugglysocialist]

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.

[claires-audience]

Guys we really need to start paying more attention to law and order OC as well because its Elliot’s show and it allows us to see his side of the story so there are a few instances where Olivia makes an appearance and he asked her once “what is this” and replied “a friendship”. Another time he asks her about her relationship while he was gone and she replies “ seriously?!”. In OC he takes his chances to ask her around whenever he can but in SVU thats not so much the case because it’s Olivia’s show and we wont know how she feels unless she voices it out.

[safficranger]

Your League

Pairing: Alexandra Cabot / Casey Novak

Adrenaline surged through her veins, clouding her senses and making the world around her blur. In that moment, there was only them, and she prayed it would never end.

Hot lips whispered seductively with a husky, desire-filled voice, planting soft kisses along her neck that sent shivers down her spine.

Skilled hands explored her body, disappearing under her blazer and causing her breath to hitch. While one hand settled on her hip, the other slowly found its way upward, tracing along the buttons of her blouse. A deep sigh rose within her, clearly giving away the effect these touches had.

Her back pressed against the rough wall, the warm body of the other woman pressed against hers with tempting clarity. There was very little room to breathe; she was trapped, yet she hadn't felt this free in a long time.

"Alex, what are you saying?" Casey asked when she pulled away a few inches.

Startled, Alex opened her eyes. She hadn't been aware she had said something.

"Look at us," she whispered breathlessly. "I feel like a teenager making out behind the school building. I can’t resist you and I think I haven’t felt this good in a long time."

"I'm glad you feel that way. I wasn't sure if you wanted it too."

"I wasn't aware of how much I wanted it, Casey."

Instead of a response, the redhead kissed her again. It was so warm and inviting that she couldn't resist. The kiss stirred feelings within her that she thought she had lost. Her heart pounded wildly, and she was sure Casey could feel it.

Only the need for oxygen made them pause once more.

"Why did you follow me outside?" she asked softly.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"This place feels suffocating tonight. So many people. I just needed to step out for some fresh air."

"Seems like Mr. Overly White Teeth over there had the same idea," Casey responded, nodding towards a man who stood a few meters away eying them sceptically. “He followed you outside.”

Alex hadn't noticed him until that moment. When they both looked in his direction, he quickly retreated back into the bar.

"Jealous?" the blonde asked, turning to her partner with a grin.

"Jealous? Not of someone like him," Casey snorted. "He doesn't even come close to your league. I know it, you know it, and he knows it.” She chuckled “But I guess after a few drinks, he conveniently forgot"

"My league, huh?" Alex raised an eyebrow.

"Your league," Casey confirmed. After a brief pause, she added, "I just wasn't sure which team you were playing for."

Alex looked at her for a long moment, getting lost in the warm green eyes that radiated so much love. How many times had Casey looked at her like that before, and yet she had never truly understood its depth until now.

"Your team, Casey," she whispered, leaning in to capture the other woman's lips with a kiss. Before she could deepen it, the redhead interrupted, gently stroking her lower lip with her thumb.

"As tempting as it is, we can't stay here," she said softly.

Alex nodded, reluctantly pulling away.

"I don't want it to end," she admitted.

"It doesn't have to, Alex," Casey reassured her. "But this isn't the right place."

Alex nodded again.

“The others will soon wonder where we`ve disappeared. You know how they are. And as happy I am to finally have you in my arms I am not quite ready to share this moment with the Squad”

They fell into a comfortable silence and Alex played with the collar of Casey's blouse, lost in thought. Her fingers trailed along the soft fabric, occasionally grazing the skin beneath. She couldn't help but smile as she noticed the goosebumps her touch elicited, a silent confirmation of the effect she had on Casey.

"Alex…" Desire resonated in the other woman's voice.

"Come home with me tonight." The blonde whispered, trying to suppress the insecurity inside her. The fear of rejection ran deep.

Casey locked eyes with her.

"Is this what you really want?" she asked, having to make sure she didn`t move to quick.

"I don't want it to end." She repeated and Casey understood.

"Let's go back inside, Alex. The night is still young," she suggested, brushing a strand of blonde hair aside. Leaning in close, she whispered seductively, "I promise you won't have to go home alone."

After one more tender kiss, Casey took Alex's hand and guided her back into the pub.

[neuroprincess]

Weekend in the Hamptons - Alex Cabot/Female Reader

Alex Cabot/Female Reader

Summary: A family weekend brings good surprises for Y/N, for Alex too. Or, Y/N finally meets Alexander Cabot.

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: Reference to past depression

Word count: +3700

Meeting the parents of your loved one is an important event, especially when you are in a queer relationship, which is exactly why Y/N feels nervous as her long-time girlfriend drives down the beautiful tree-lined road on a late Friday afternoon. The sun among the leaves hitting her pale face, reflecting off the dark glasses and leaving cheeks flushed. Growing up in New York, specifically in Manhattan, Alex never required or felt the need to get a driver's license, but recently the idea of taking the other woman to places or just strolling together beyond the city encouraged her. So she obtained one and is now driving for the first time beyond the block from their apartment.

"You seem nervous." she comments as she turns the steering wheel right "My dad isn't a seven-headed monster, I swear, he changed a little after mom died. Just a little… stiff… eccentric? He'll love you."

"I'm not so sure about that." Y/N whispers and tries not to stare at her, admiring the scenery around "Will Mr. Cabot like the mint liqueur?"

"It's his favorite, don't worry." they stare at each other and the blonde smiles "We're coming soon, take a deep breath and everything will be fine."

"Alex…"

"Sweetheart, the fact that I love you will already make him love you too."

In a few minutes the car parks in front of a two-story house, tall and cozy looking, there are large windows, white details framing the structure and a beautiful well kept garden, trees surrounding it. It's a pleasant, but intimidating sight. The Cabot family is wealthy by heritage and work, they are judges, lawyers, businessmen, deans and even art curators coming from a cradle with renown, raised for greatness. It was no surprise to Y/N when her girlfriend told her that they had a house at the address synonymous of money, but that Alexander Harrison Cabot himself invited and insisted on having Y/N, a simple paralegal, to spend a family weekend in Hamptons. This was a great surprise.

"You are amazing and kind…" Alex turns off the car and begins talking to her girlfriend, joining their hands together as they look at each other tenderly.

"Ah!" both shout in fright as a bang on the passenger side window disrupts the moment, Y/N turns around to find a gray haired, unshaven and blue eyed gentleman staring at her through the glass, hands above his forehead shielding him from the sun, wearing a blue striped polo shirt (similar to those bowling ones) and white shorts, full of pockets. Not the sight she expected, none of them to be honest. The younger nods and tries to smile "Honey, he doesn't look anything like you described." she manages to say between an awkward smile.

"Believe me, I am equally surprised as you are."

When they get out of the car they soon find themselves being hugged by him a triple hug, it's warm and friendly, he even messes up his daughter-in-law's hair nonchalantly. The ADA stares at the scene not understanding anything, her dad, even in the heat, would dress more formally like a light social t-shirt and not so flashy shorts, suddenly he has turned into her grandfather who spent afternoons fishing. And Alexander had never been so receptive with someone, even she had never been hugged like that before.

"I am Alexander, it's a pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady. And you, I bet, must be Y/N?!" he grabs her hand and brings to his lips in an unexpected courteous gesture "My daughter told me a lot about you. Welcome!"

"Thank you, Mr. Cabot! Very kind of you…"

"No no no no, just call me Alexander." he winks and turns to Alex "My girl, even at that age you still are the little girl I taught to sail. Y/N, did you know that? She couldn't drive, but she learned to sail at 9 years old. Which brings me the surprise of seeing her behind the wheel of a car."

The man bombarded them with questions and little facts, animatedly pouring out word for word right there in the parking lot. Excited to meet the woman who conquered and entered his daughter's closed heart, he had waited so long for this moment, knowing about her existence gave him a glimmer of hope after all that had happened in the past few years. The death of his beloved Madeleine months after their only child was supposedly murdered, then her return was the breath of fresh air that brought him back to life and brought him out of the depression he had been sinking into for over a year. When Alex, who usually doesn't make first contact, called and said there was something important to say he didn't care that the person she loved was a woman, that she wasn't of the same social status and even less that she was younger. It's his daughter's person and that's what matters to him, that this person makes her happy, feel loved and appreciated.

"Come, come in." Alexander signs with hands for them to come in through the front door "I've prepared a dinner, I hope you like chicken." he says to the girl as she walks through the door, followed by her girlfriend "Your grandmother's recipe." and cheerfully completes for her "I'll get the suitcases."

"No need, daddy. I got it." the two begin to argue at the front door about who will get the suitcases in the trunk of the car, so Y/N realizes that stubbornness runs in the family, after three long minutes of debating they come to the conclusion that they each bring a suitcase "I'll get the one belonging to my woman." she says grabbing the bigger suitcase.

"Of course!" he closes the compartment and smiles surprised to hear his daughter call her partner like that, she, who always was closed off, would never refer to someone in that way unless she really loved her "She's lovely and kind, you two are great together."

"Yes, she is."

The three are gathered around the round dining table, the glass door behind them open bringing a draft of cold air and the beautiful view of the garden with a large pool. The sun is setting a little later than usual, taking a while to get dark. The glass bowls are in the center, it's a vast menu of salads, meat and some desserts, the man has made everything to be sure it pleases the girl.

"I have a lasagna in the oven if you prefer." he says cutting a piece of chicken breast and placing it on her empty plate "But first try this one, it's my mom's recipe, Mary Cabot. Alex's middle name came from her, so we named her Alexandra Marie."

"It's a classic name."

"Of course, that's why my wife loved it, I wanted to named her Leigh or Claire, but my favorite choice was Margot. You know, women boss, when we thought we would have a boy wanted to call him Alexander II, but then a nice surprise came and Madeleine wished to keep it for her." he puts his hand on the daughter's shoulder fondly remembering her birth and the little battle to choose a name for her, eventually honoring him and her grandmother at the same time "She was the longest baby in the maternity room that day, the chubbiest too."

"Daddy, don't embarrass me like that." she puts a hand to face and blushes, trying not to face her girlfriend laughing at the conversation "And when did you learn to cook? Where is Helen?" the absence of the family housekeeper who always accompanies them is strange.

"She retired, end of last year. Just like me, that's why I learned to cook, I wanted to do new things. I learned to cook, I learned to skate, bought new clothes, even read the Harry Potter books. And I'm learning carpentry, look near the pool."

Alex narrows her eyes and Y/N lifts the neck curiously, trying to find whatever it was where he points with a finger, there is a small pile of cut dark wood, tools and what looks like add-ons for the thing.

"What is that?" the blonde asks confused and sips the wine, having no idea what it could be.

"A playground!" he announces happily and as if it was obvious to guess.

"WHAT?" she almost screams spitting the wine on the white tablecloth unintentionally "Why? There have been no children in our family for years."

"My future grandchildren." now it's Y/N's turn to spit out the wine "Apparently you aren't planning that yet…. Or are you?" they stare at him in disbelief "I mean, you already have 40, my daughter. I'm not pressuring you, it's just… the last few days I've caught myself imagining some kids running around the garden. Spending weekends as a family, maybe me teaching them to sail too, I just…"

"It's okay, Mr- Alexander!" the younger smiles trying to reassure him "Well, Alex and I haven't planned anything concrete about, but don't worry. It looks like a great creation."

"I'm improving my skills, but Edward and Patrick from the club will come and help me finish."

"My children are not going to play on a playground set up by those two, they always have their shoes switched every time I see them." Alex argues.

"It's their cataracts, but they are great at carpentry, even made a bird box."

"What if they nail their own hands? Or leave a nail loose and my children end up getting hurt?"

The third person in the room just stared at them while they started another debate, so she understood from whom Alex inherited many characteristics and qualities she possesses, which make her an outstanding lawyer. Both are good with words, stubborn and know how to contest like no one else, even a completely hypothetical situation that would be her children and his grandchildren. Y/N was amused as she finished eating the meal, trying a little of each thing until she realized she had eaten too much.

"Okay, I'll hire a professional carpenter to help me…" the man begins to dictate what was agreed between them.

"And you have to set it up away from the pool, maybe near that tree."

"Perfect! Which gives me the idea of a swing and maybe a tree house, with a slide." he adds.

"Too high for a slide, actually too high for a tree house."

"I can build lower." then the two reach a middle ground and smile, shaking hands to close agreement "Always good to deal with you Cabot."

"I say the same, Cabot." the blonde turns to continue eating only to realize how entertained she has become in this hypothetical debate that her girlfriend is already eating the dessert "It happened again. Oops."

"You mean this is common?" the younger asks confused.

"Yes!" they answer in unison "Since I was a kid, dad was my first worthy opponent."

"That's cute." she comments without thinking, eyes full of sweetness staring at both father and daughter, admiring the relationship.

"You didn't think we are… weird?" Alex asks incredulously.

"Or eccentric?" he looks even more incredulous.

"Or nerdy?"

"Nothing like that, just cute." she shrugs and takes another spoonful of ice cream.

The evening was quiet, no more debates beyond the playground for hypothetical children. After dinner Alexander led them to a guest room on the second floor, Alex's old room from her childhood travels and now completely renovated, looking larger than she remembered. It had been decorated in white, birch and shades of light blue. It's decorated with marine items like ships in glass bottles, seashells, sculptures of sea animals and paintings of beach landscapes. Hanging above the bed had been placed a framed picture of a hand painting of the Cabot family sailboat, named Arabella. The ADA pretended not to be surprised or delighted by what he had done, but once her father closed the door wishing them a good night she ran to the bookcase to get the seashells, recognizing them as those she had collected during the course of her life, which she had picked up on trips with her parents. It was one of the few moments when she could be just Alex or Lexie, as her mom affectionately called her, walking down the sandy lane hand in hand with both of them, looking for little colorful things together, this is how she became a collector of seashells, at least until age 15 when the memories of a more tender childhood gave way to thick books and piles of certificates. Alexander kept them all, even when she said he could throw them away. When she realized she was being watched coughed falsely and left the decorations in place, turning to girlfriend, kissing her affectionately.

"I told you he would love you."

Saturday is sunny, the heat hits the clear room and reaches Alex's naked back, the burning bothering the sensitive skin making her fully awake. The woman grumbles and extends her arm across the other side of the bed, only to find the sheets bare and smooth. She uses her elbows to sit up in bed and searches Y/N around the room, but there is no sign of her presence, the house is also silent. When she looks at the alarm clock on the bedside she is startled by the time, never on a normal day would she allow herself to wake up 1pm, she hasn't slept this late or this much in years. The night before she went to bed right after dinner, exhausted from working all day at the courthouse advancing paperwork and still driven, a short trip that knocked her out. The ADA gets up quickly, rushing to shower and get dressed for the day, opting for an unprinted white t-shirt, jeans and a comfortable slipper.

"Hey, where were you two?" Alex asks as she sees her dad and girlfriend walking through the garden door, she seems to laugh at something the man said.

"Your dad took me to lunch, we didn't want to wake you up. You looked so tired." Y/N approaches and deposits a kiss on the blonde's temple "Good morning, honey!"

"Good morning, sweetheart!" she murmurs and is about to kiss her on the lips as they do every morning when she remembers being in her dad's presence, then pulls away and blushes.

"You can kiss your woman, Alex." Alexander laughs and leaves some bags on the table "We brought you something to eat, we also got you your favorite ice cream."

"What time did you wake up?"

"Early, had coffee and went shopping, ended up at that restaurant you love." he reports cheerfully "Your girlfriend is great company."

"You are two traitors." she laughs and pulls Y/N to herself, making her sit on the lap "What are the plans for today?"

"We can go to the beach, maybe have dinner somewhere or go to Ed's house, the guys called you for a poker night."

"No way."

"Alex, please…" Y/N pouted and made puppy dog eyes, knowing the woman couldn't resist that.

"Okay." she rolls her eyes reluctantly accepting.

 "How about that one?" the younger asks running along the shore of the beach, picking up something colorful partially covered by the sand "It's orange."

"It's beautiful." the blonde smiles and takes the shell in her hand, admiring the coloring "You officially got your first seashell."

They exchange a quick kiss and continue walking around with their hands together, Alex holding a small children's bucket where what they find are being placed. There are a few shells, but the bottom is filled with different colorful stones they found along the way, the ADA carefully places the new addition on top. Alexander walks in front of them, admiring the scenery.

"I confess I never imagined you were someone who likes the sea." Y/N comments opening a silly smile, managing to materialize the image "Always surprising me."

"I think I got so caught up in my role in the troubled and stressful city life for so long that I almost forgot that part about myself. I'm sorry."

"For what?

"I don't know, maybe for not telling you." they stop walking and stare at each other for a millisecond, she embarrassed, Y/N confused.

"Alex, there's no reason for you to apologize, plus I love finding out new things about you." the younger smiles and takes her girlfriend's hand to lips, kissing the palm of the hand while looking at her lovingly "And each thing I find out makes me fall in love with you even more."

Before Alex could answer the man calls them over, pointing to a pair of shells brought in by the water, a white with blue larger and a slightly smaller yellow one. He picks them up off the ground and lifts the shells to show them.

"It's you two!" Alexander says running up to them "The big one is Alex, the color is reminiscent of your eyes. And you, Y/N, are the yellow one. Your aura has that color." he puts the shells in the bucket and runs back to where he was, looking for more shells.

"I used to think so, but now I'm pretty sure, my dad hit the head and changed his personality." Alex whispers and faces him, she had never seen him this way before "Like in those movies you make me watch."

"And that you like. Let's go, before we lose him on the beach."

They found some more shells and went home to take a bath after enjoying their day at the beach. The Cabots were the first to get ready, while Y/N finishes getting ready in their room. Then Alex sees her father neat and tidy again, he is wearing a social blouse and decent shoes, his hair is perfectly styled, beard trimmed, just like she always saw him before.

"I wanted to give you something, I never thought I would pass it on, but here it is…" Alexander pulls out of his pants pocket a small dark green velvet box "This is the ring my father used to propose to my mother, your grandparents. And when I saw how you and Y/N look at each other I knew instantly that it must belong to you."

"Daddy… I…"

"And I may have seen your research history on the laptop unintentionally when I borrowed it." he confesses and steps closer, handing the box into his hands "I would love to have her in the family."

"Thank you, daddy."

"Ah, here she is!" he announces turning his daughter around so that the younger can't see what's in her hands "Look, dear, your girlfriend looks beautiful…"

"Yes…" Alex is awestruck when Y/N comes out of the room dressed in party clothes, it's delicate, the outfit fits her body perfectly, each cut, measurement and the color, her favorite, highlights her as if she were glowing "Sweetheart, you look amazing!" she says approaching.

"I know, your dad bought it for me, in fact he insisted on paying for it."

"I couldn't leave the store without buying, her eyes sparkled seeing the window display." he says excitedly "I already made reservations at that seaside restaurant."

"I forgot to use perfume…" Y/N remembers and rushes back to the room, also to do some touch ups, that place is extravagantly chic, like the places her girlfriend takes her on special dates. She doesn't want to look out of place.

"It's for in half an hour, two places."

"I thought you were going with us." Alex frowns and faces him "You arranged the whole thing, didn't you?"

"Maybe so, I hope you two enjoy the evening. If you want we'll still have poker night afterwards, otherwise the house is all yours, the pool too. I have my plans too." Alexander winks and nods to the girl leaving the room, adjusting her outfit "You look perfect, beautiful lady."

"Thank you, Alexander." her cheeks turn rosy.

"Excuse me, girls. Edward broke the poker table, so I'm going over to help him fix it until the game, enjoy the restaurant for me." he grabs his jacket from the armchair and quickly puts it on without giving time for a reaction "See you later, dear. Take good care of Y/N. And Y/N, take good care of my girl. Oh, I'm bringing the mint liquor for the night, I love the treat."

"Right!" they reply in unison and look at each other as the man hurries out the door.

"I have to say…" Alex begins to speak, letting out the breath she barely realized she was holding, and places a hand on her girlfriend's waist "You look incredibly stunning today, you are beautiful every day, but today you shine. I am so lucky to have you as my woman." then kisses her gently, hands running up to reach her face and caresses with fingertips "And I can't wait to get these clothes off of you."

"And I your clothes, you look fucking sexy."

"Dirty mouth!"

"You love my mouth."

"You're right…"

They smile and walk to the door holding hands, fingers intertwined, Alex's thumb caressing the soft skin. The blonde stares at her girlfriend, the hair, clothes, the body she loves every part and small details, the gentle face with a smile that makes her melt, but nothing makes her weaker than the Y/E/C eyes that always make her body quiver passionately. Every single thing about Y/N delights her, her personality, dedication, how sweet and understanding she can be but also a beast to protect her, how they can be very different in some ways to the point of complementing each other, just as they share many characteristics and passions. She sighs after closing the passenger door, watching the younger settle into her seat through the glass and puts her hand in the coat pocket, feeling the soft little box against the fingertips. She moves the object and smiles. When she got in the car the day before the idea was still being seeded, but one day spent together away from everything was enough for ADA to know that she is the right woman and maybe her dad's, suddenly invasive, little push gave her the courage she needed. A simple family weekend in the Hamptons suddenly turns into plans to make Y/N a Cabot putting the family ring on her finger. Y/N Cabot. Alexandra Cabot's future wife.

[electrictoes]

The SVU Summer Hiatus Bingo 2023 starts on Friday 19th May and ends on the date of the season 25 premiere - Thursday 18th January.

Anyone who wants to participate can, any character, any ship - completely open and up to you. It’s supposed to be fun, and there’s absolutely no pressure - complete the whole grid, complete a line or two for bingo, or just select scattered prompts that inspire you! The DUN DUN square is a free square.

If the prompts inspire any non-fic content then that’s fine too! Tag SVU Summer Bingo on tumblr, and for those posting to AO3 the collection is here.

[serenasoutherlyns]

floral

Calex Drabble. Ao3

Alex felt a soft hand on her shoulder. A familiar floral scent filled her nose. She couldn't quite place it.

Casey Novak! She realized as she turned. It had been years. Law school felt so far away and yet so recent.

"What are you doing here?" Alex said excitedly.

"Had to get out of Boston," Casey said. Her hair was lighter than Alex remembered. Her lips were as inviting. The bartender slid Casey a drink.

"Gin and tonic?" Asked Alex.

"You remembered," said Casey with a smile. Casey touched Alex's arm affectionately. Alex had a good feeling about the night.

[happenstnces]

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​

[stardancerluv]

Being A Good Friend

Epilogue Part 7, the end

Summary: Alex’s worries are finally behind him.

Note: omg😥 I loved writing this story. I loved Alex and this “reader” so much. Always tried to keep him accurate even with this one big change. Thank you everyone whoever read my Alex.

Taking a sip from his glass, looked out to the crashing waves before glancing back at Detective McCall. “Honestly detective, I can’t thank you enough. For a moment there, I thought I was done for. Juliet, Rose they have really lost it.” Alex, chewed on his bottom lip.

His friend, someone who at one time he had allowed himself to trust completely had held a gun at you, Lexi. That had taken a chunk out of him.

The man nodded. “Money, truly changes people.”

Holding, the brim of your large hat you glanced back the two of them and smiled. Alex met your eyes, he had never thought when he struggled to be who he was while living Juliet and David.

He had been such a bastard, well he still could be. He was very protective of you and his little princess, but he wasn’t miserable. He tried to not be unnecessarily cruel or drink to excess like he used to. It had all been part of a wall he had around himself. It had kept people at arm’s length. But then he met you, you had made him realize there was more to live then competition and fast, easy pleasures.

Now, he tried everyday to be a good man for you and his princess. He wanted to do right by them.

McCall, brushed his sleeve aside. “Alex, I am glad we finish all this. Scotland lost a good man, a good woman.” He remarked and he stood up, looking over at you.

“I am just a man who wants to get a good story published into his paper and love his family.” Replied Alex, putting his glass down.

Holding her bear close to her chest little Lexi ran over, you were not far behind.

There was a crunch of tires in the driveway. “There’s my ride to the airport. If you two ever make it back. Give me a holler.” He extended a hand.

Alex, firmly shook it. “Will do.”

“We can’t thank you enough.”

“All in a day’s job. Nothing makes me happier then carrying out, the law.” He said firmly, yet had a warm smile on his face as he looked at you. “And you little one, be good for your mummy and daddy.” He ruffled, Lex’s auburn strands. She giggled and shimmied where she stood.

******

He watched as his little princess sighed and snuggled into her bear, as he pulled the blanket closer around. “Sweet dreams, princess.” He whispered.

Coming, into the living room he went over to where you stood by large window looking out. He wrapped an arm around your waist. “We finally don’t have to look over our shoulders.” You whispered as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Yes.” He moved just enough to place a kiss on top of your head. He remembered when he first saw you at the bar, when he was being Juliet’s wing man or woman since he was dressed up. “Would you have still drank with me, if you knew all of this?” A kernel of his old self doubt reared his head.

You pulled away, your eyes searched his in the low light of the room. Your soft hand reached up and cupped your cheek. “Yes, I wouldn’t want anyone else in my life or the father of my child, even if he was a man who at one time, hated the idea of children.” A soft chuckle came from you.

“Because now, she has me wrapped around her little finger.”

“She does.”

“Well, good.” He smirked. His confidence that carried an air of smugness flowed to the surface. “I am pretty amazing.”

“You certainly are.” You whispered and he pulled you close.

@mac-n-cheesie @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @johallzy @chogisss @calcifor @i-love-scott-mccall @stardust-and-starlight @the-mandalorian-clone-lover @xbrex @hollow-r-us @unfilteredmoonchild @thebeckyjolene @cult-of-enji-todoroki

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Suspension Tension ~Alex Cabot xFem Reader

Summary— Alex comes home after her suspension tired, exhausted, and stressed. Reader helps her relax, and takes her good care of Lexie baby.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap-on sex, light begging, stress relief, stress fucking, fluff, aftercare, happy fluffy ending, etc.

Enjoy (;

The door to your shared apartment slammed shut as you stirred your food on the stove in the kitchen. Alex came barging into the kitchen, throwing her things aside and sitting with a huff on a bar stool by the counter, her hands scrunched in her face and hairline.

“Tough day…?” You gently asked.

She nodded silently.

“Have you eaten?”

“Don’t want food.” She mumbled, shaking her head.

“Wanna to talk about it…?”

Another groan escaped the blonde’s lips. She balled her fists together in front of her before finally looking over at you.

“No. Want you to bend me over the counter and fuck me.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you stopped stirring. You slowly turned the stove off and nodded, with a little smirk.

“Ok, I can do that.” You breathed out, “Strip while I go get packing?”

Alex’s eyes darkened and she immediately nodded. You nodded back before rushing off to the bedroom. When you returned to the kitchen, Alex was naked and had already bent herself over her counter for you. Her tits and face were pressed against the cool marble and her ass was sticking out, ready for you. You gulped and approached her rear. Alex’s eyes widened at the sight of you wearing nothing but your strap, coming up behind her.

You positioned your hands on her hips, then looking towards her to check in.

“Ready? Do you want my fingers first?”

“No fuck just fuck me baby please—” Alex whined, clawing at the counter in desperation.

You sighed and with a nod, aligned the lubed up cock with her tight cunt. With some pressure, you slowly pushed the plastic dick into Alex’s core. The blonde let out a strangled groan of relief, her eyes rolling back as you eventually bottomed her out.

“Yesssssss thank you— now fuck me please…!!” Alex moaned out, her hands gripping the edges of the counter for support.

You slowly pulled out of the blonde before snapping your hips and thrusting your cock back into Alex’s cunt. You repeated this process over and over again, and at the request of the blonde, faster and harder. Hips were snapping, skin was slapping, and Alex couldn’t contain her moans of pleasure. Her mouth was constantly agape, her eyes rolled back, as you worked her up to her climax.

After Alex came crashing down, she went limp against the counter. You hushed and hummed, whispering sweet nothings into the blonde’s ear, helping her down from her high. You then slowly pulled out of her cunt, throwing the strap aside to be cleaned at a later date. You picked Alex up and carried her to the bathroom, once there getting her all cleaned up. You put her in a bath, which she dizzily begged for you to join her. And who were you to deny the woman anything…

“How do you feel, Lex…?” You softly cooed into her ear, as she snuggled into your frame in the water.

“Mmmmm tired but better…” she mumbled.

“That’s good. After this, you’re going to eat something…”

Alex reluctantly nodded, knowing you were right and that she needed food. But she didn’t respond immediately, letting the sound of the water resonate throughout the room for a while.

“I got suspended…” she whispered.

You sat up a little and immediately began caressing the woman’s soaked frame.

“Oh my, Lexie I’m so sorry… What happened…?” you cooed sympathetically.

A tear escaped her left eye.

“It’s… yeah… suspended, a month no pay… Because I didn’t go through proper channels to get a warrant” she whispered softly.

You kissed her forehead gently and nodded along, letting Alex tell you the whole story. Afterwards and once the water got cold, you scooped her up and put her in a warm, fluffy towel. Then you two made your way back to the kitchen where you resumed your cooking and continued to talk through how Alex would spend her time off.

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Alex Cabot Masterlist

[justsomerandomfanfic]

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[snugglywugglysocialist]

Hiraeth

You throw your trench coat over your right arm, as you enter into the precinct where your services are needed.

During your trek, you fervently attempt to convince yourself that being a defense attorney was the best choice for your future as you prepare yourself to defend someone who's most likely done something abhorrent.

You pan your head upwards as you walk, your previous efforts to thwart the nausea arising within you failing. You turn the corner, and your eyes immediately fall onto the three people gathered around the two-way mirror, looking into the interrogation room, intensely watching the man you presume to be your client. You're just about to avert your gaze when you process the identity of the woman just a few feet in front of you.

There's no way in hell.

You stop in your tracks as you see the blonde turn back to the window after saying something to one of the personnel. There's no mistaking her; haughty smirk playing on full lips, assured posture and a phlegmatic air, all qualities only flaunted by one particular woman you've ever known.

You halt your gawking and pick up the pace of your walking as you think of how this is going to play out. As you approach, they all turn their heads and you're subject to the scrutiny of their cold looks. You bite back a laugh as you see the distaste in Cabot's eyes quickly be replaced by shock. Her face doesn't change, but you know her well enough to know when she's masking.

"Alexandra." you trail, looking her up and down, taking this time to absorb the way her figure looks in a pantsuit.

"Always a pleasure." She retorts coldly. You smirk softly as her blue eyes continue to bore into yours.

"Pull back your goons Cabot, you should know better than to allow them to speak to my client without counsel." You say, and she shoots you an icy glare as she knocks on the glass, signaling the detectives to leave.

They look off-put as they exit the room, confusion spreading across their faces as they watch the silent brawl between the blonde and yourself. The detectives look between the two of you, and it's become obvious that the tension is far beyond that of standard professional banter. You deliver to her a condescending pat on the back as you enter into the room where your client is sitting.

A chill runs up your spine when you finally lay eyes on him; he scans your body as you sit down across from him, and you feel the sudden urge to hop into a scalding shower. You soon leave the room after instructing him not to speak to the cops, and inform him of what's to come.

He's off your hands for now, until initial appearance, which is tomorrow. Cabot is still standing outside the door, balancing herself on her hands, leaning against the ledge underneath the window and speaking to a detective. You walk out and she immediately stands up, straightening her posture and crossing her arms across her ribcage lazily.

"Arraignment is tomorrow morning; 8:00 a.m. Don't be late." You say, heading for the exit.

“When have you ever known me to be late to a court appearance?" Shes asks, as she rolls her head back to look at you.

“A lot can change in a decade." You say, a borderline sinister smile plastered on your face. That comment definitely pissed her off.

You enter into the courtroom, and take your place next to your client. You don't even attempt to look at the blonde a few feet away from you, keeping your eyes focused solely on the judge. You give his plea of not guilty, followed by a short speech before the next topic commences.

“We will now hear the people on bail." The judge states as he casts his sight towards Cabot.

"The people request remand, Your Honor. Given the violent nature of these crimes, this man should not be out on the streets, and should also be considered a serious flight risk given his extensive financial resources, and double citizenship." Alex vocalizes, her monotone pitch never faltering as she speaks.

"That's excessive. My client has deep ties to the community, and these outrageous accusations hold no merit as of now. However, as a show of good-faith, he will agree to surrender his passport on the condition he is released on OR pending trial." You express.

Cabot audibly scoffs, and you pierce the skin of your palm with your nails to prevent saying something to warrant being slapped with a contempt charge. The judge scans between the both of you before delivering a ruling.

"I'll have to agree with Miss Cabot this time, defendant is remanded without bail." You glare at Alex as the judges gavel comes down, motioning for the next case to be heard.

The trial is unsurprisingly messy. There's charges of witness tampering being imposed, and the impartialness of multiple jurors is called into question, trudging this case along even further. To add to it, the media frenzy surrounding this particular case is abysmal due to your client being CEO of a high-profile corporation.

The jury initially came back hopelessly deadlocked, but upon request from the judge to reconvene, they came back with a narrow verdict of not-guilty. A technical win for your client, and you to be honest, but not something that made you joyous by any metric. Both you and Alex are burnt out, given that you each fought tooth-and-nail. You had almost forgotten the blonde's fervidness until this case.

You wake up on your couch, still in court attire, files and papers scattered all over the coffee table. You check the time, seeing it's just after 9 p.m and decide to head out for a drink, God knows you need it after this case. Not wanting to walk the few blocks, you hail a cab and zone out in the back, going over the case in your head while on the way to the bar. You remind yourself of the "win" as you try to focus on something else.

"Ma'am. Ma'am, we're here." The driver says. You snap your head up, leaving your existential thoughts for later, tossing a $20 towards the driver, and exiting the vehicle. You enter the decently populated bar, and head straight towards the bartender.

"Whiskey sour, on the rocks." You tell her, and she slides you the drink, offering a sympathetic smile as you sit down.

The events of the last few weeks had obviously taken a toll on your appearance. You happen to glance to your left and see the absolute last person you want to see right now.

Alex Cabot.

Cursing under your breath, you pull your head back to your right in a failed attempt to conceal your face. She's already heading towards you, drink in hand. You grimace at the ass-chewing you're about to endure at the hands of the slender blonde.

"Congratulations." She remarks derisively, dropping her fist onto the dark-colored counter you're leaning on. You stay silent, downing the last of your drink, and immediately propositioning the bartender for another. If you had to guess, Alex is in a few drinks deep, but her wit never fumbles.

You plan to leave quickly after this encounter, but she sits down beside you. A few moments go by, and no words are exchanged. It's just the both of you being consumed by overwhelming tension, and white noise of the bar.

You finally decide to say something after you're halfway through your second drink. Compliments of the booze, it's admittedly not anything intelligent.

"For what it's worth, you gave it your all." You mutter, keeping your eyes fixed on the chestnut-colored liquid and clinking ice in your glass as you twirl it in your hand.

"That isn't worth a damn thing, you and I both know that." She retorts, giving a facetious smile following the statement.

"You signed the death-warrant on this case by letting Barney Fife in there question my client without properly mirandizing him." You say, turning towards her and coming off more condescending than you intended.

Silence consumes both of you once again.

"Defending people who commit these crimes doesn't bring me jubilation, Alex. I'm only doing my job, just like you." You let out, pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and pointer in annoyance at her prosecutorial righteousness.

She looks at you, and understanding flashes in her eyes, but it dissipates just as quickly as it appears. She begins to get up, but some foreign feeling within you doesn't want her to leave.

"This definitely isn't how I imagined our reunion." You avow softly, finally looking her in the eye.

Alex's sternness falters just enough for her to crack a smirk, and return your gaze. She sits back down, and you talk about the case for a bit before starting to reminisce on old times. You decide to call it a night after a few hours, grabbing your coat and heading for the exit.

"I'll walk you out." She says. Alex's demeanor is no longer cold and distant, it's warm and her guard is partly down, and you silently lend tequila credence for that one.

You walk out together, sharing comfortable silence before you're suddenly being pinned in the brick alleyway by the intoxicated blonde. Alex's eyes are hooded and blackened with lust, a look you haven't recognized in her for almost twelve years. Arousal stabs you in the stomach as she places her hands flush with the wall you're up against.

"Alex..." You warn, but your voice betrays your subconscious, and comes out as a needy whisper.

"Yes?" She teases, before bringing her lips to your neck, making your breath hitch in your throat.

She lavishes the skin with soft, open-mouth kisses, and your knees begin to give out.

"We agreed last time this was a bad idea." You say with much less conviction in your voice than you'd like.

“A lot can change in a decade, can't it?" She mocks.

Normally you'd be more than pissed having your own words used against you, but the lips attached to your pulse point keep your brain from being able to come up with a snide comment. Just as her teeth make contact with the flesh beneath your jaw, your resolve tumbles down completely. You're gasping for air as you grab her wrist and lead her towards your apartment.

The short distance is closed within minutes, but it's still not quick enough, as your patience wears thinner by the second. As soon as the door to your apartment opens, her lips are on yours, and you're once again being pinned against a wall. Your brain has finally caught up, and you gain the forethought to impose your positions, and pin Alex's hands above her head in one swift motion.

“Damn, I didn't think you—oh fuck." Whatever snarky remark Alex was about to throw your way quickly dissipates as you pull her earlobe between your teeth.

Her head falls back onto the wall, and her eyes flutter shut. You smile to yourself as you exploit every last one of the blonde's erogenous zones on her neck by memory alone.

You eventually unpin her hands, letting them fall to her side. Your hands roam her waist and hers settle on your hips, rubbing random shapes with her thumbs. The nerve-endings in your body feel like they're being torched with each soft touch Alex burns into your skin.

Every breath, wandering hand, and whimper coming from Alex hits you at once. It's been forever since you've been in this position with her, and yet the effect she has on you has not waned even slightly.

The kiss you two have shared since entering your flat never fully breaks as her skillful hands begin working at the buttons on your pants. Yours begin toying with the buttons on her shirt. You slip the garment down her shoulders, exposing the slim frame endowed with alabaster skin that you longed to taste.

Your hands run up her back and down her arms, leaving her sighing into your mouth. She pulls you closer by the waist as you slowly trace over the hem of her bra, eventually moving your hands upwards, and mirroring the same movements across her collarbone.

“Bed?" You ask before this goes any further. You wanted the blonde writhing beneath you with need, and your couch would simply not suffice for what you had planned.

Alex nods and follows suit behind you. Before you can even close the door, her hands are attached to your body once more, roaming feverishly. You kiss and nip at her neck before running your hands down her stomach, and quickly undoing her belt. You pull back, and use this as an opportunity to partially undress. You aimlessly throw your shirt and pants across the room and she does the same.

She settles herself on your bed, her hair splaying out from behind her. Alex licks her lips predatorily as you straddle her, and begin to run your hands up and down the length of her body. She pulls you down, and moves in to recapture your lips.

Your hands move upwards to cup her breasts, earning a mewl from the blonde. You exploit her surprise by slipping your tongue into her mouth, eliciting a low groan from her. Your tongue scrapes over her mouth in a desperate attempt to remember each area, and you pull back after a few moments.

"I missed this." You whisper against her lips, your eyes still closed.

"Fucking me?" She asks, clearly amused.

You let out a gentle laugh, letting your head fall back before casting your eyes down to hers.

"Yes, that's obvious given our current situation." You respond, biting her bottom lip and lathing the swollen flesh with your tongue.

Alex brushes a strand of hair from your face, putting it behind your ear. She dons a lopsided smile before speaking.

“So, are you going to recite love poems to me, or are you actually going to show me how much you missed me?" She asks, her voice low.

You let a seductive chuckle fall from your lips before motioning to unclip her bra. The material falls, and your hands immediately slide up her stomach, and begin to brush over her nipples. She exhales sharply as you bring one into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the sensitive bud. You feel it harden between your teeth, and soften as you run your tongue over it gently.

She sputters as you deliver a particularly harsh bite to her skin; you reach your hand down to slide her underwear to the side, involuntarily groaning at the wetness you discover. You gently push your middle and ring fingers into her, and she gasps at the intrusion. You pump in and out of her slowly, her hands grasping at your sheets the longer you continue. You know this alone won't bring her to orgasm, but you enjoy the frustrating effect this has on her.

Alex whines after a minute and you can tell she's getting impatient. Her hand grips your wrist, and she pulls until she guides your fingers out of her with a gasp. She pushes your hand upwards towards her clit as she spreads her legs apart further.

You decide to give her what she wants, and slide through her folds until you reach her hood, pulling back to reveal the bundle of nerves to your finger pad. You rub tight circles over her clit, and her legs begin to shake just moments after.

"Don't stop." She pants out, seething beneath you.

“Wasn't planning on it." You say slyly, reveling in your control over her.

You pick up the pace even faster and her back arches off the bed, signaling she's about to go tumbling over the edge. After entering her once more, and circling her clit languidly, she does exactly that. She lets out an exasperated moan and grips your shoulders hard enough to leave reminders in the morning.

You continue your movements, letting Alex ride out her high until you see her wince. You slow down, keeping your hand in place so she can control her breathing before you stop completely.

"Fuck." She says after a minute. You remove your hand from her underwear, and push your middle and ring fingers past her lips, and she happily obliges your silent proposition. She licks them clean, and you continue lightly bobbing your fingers down her throat until her eyes water, and you remove them.

"C'mon you used to take more than that." You say lowly.

She smacks your arm playfully in response. You lay down beside her and she grips your face lightly, pulling you into another kiss. It's gentle, not frenzied and heated as they once were. You reach over to turn off the lamp perched on your bedside, and pull her body as close to yours as possible.

You wrap your right arm around her chest, and allow the other to run through her hair. Alex's previously rapid heartbeat has slowed, but yours remains erratic. You breathe into her skin as you accept the cycle of fate you're in, with the arrogant blonde at the center.

Something clicks in your mind this time, however, and you know you'll dread the morning when she leaves. You also know you'll choke back your true feelings regarding the blonde and only convey them between her thighs. Words suddenly cut through the darkness and interrupt your ruminating.

"I missed you too." Alex says faintly, so faintly in fact, you can't tell if she actually said anything.

You quickly realize it's reality when she flips over and kisses your forehead softly, her toned arms grasping onto your bare waist as she nuzzles into your neck.

You'll cherish those four words until your demise, but you'll never give Alex the satisfaction of knowing that.

[impossible3girl]

I recently noticed something during two Law and Order: Criminal Intent episodes (I actually noticed it a while ago, but I only now had the time to actually verify it). And because I haven't seen anyone talk about it (I might just have missed it, but anyway), I'm now going to.

That picture is from Season 3 Episode 10. The important part here is the date (Friday, 21. November 2003). Right after that scene, we see Bobby solve the case / get the guy to confess (it was the one with the two game developers where the one killed a gaming girl because he was jealous of her spending time with his partner) and him getting a text message from Alex about her having given birth to her nephew, which makes this day his birthday.

This picture is from Season 9 Eisode 2. Again, important is the date (Thursday, 19. November 2009) Eames is at the office of these two guys, who tell her to fire Bobby. After that, we only see a few scenes of them solving the case (First, the girlfriend of the murderer is killed, and Nichols and Stevens are questioning him and his sister. Then they are at 1PP and the sister confessed, but Goren tells Nichols that they need to let the guy free to finish the mission Captain Ross died for.) and finally the last scene, which is Alex firing Bobby and her resigning in the end. I'm not 100% sure, but I assume that all these scenes take place on the same day or maybe like a maximum of half a week(?).

Now I have this idea that just a few days later (Saturday, 21. November 2009) it's Alex's nephew's 6. Birthday. From the little things we get about her private life and her family (like her talking about him in season 3 or her being at what seems to be a family member's house and some small kids running around in season 6 for, I think, Thanksgiving or something like that), I assume that she is really close with him and will probably visit him on his birthday (or maybe the day after).

Based on these things, I just had an idea for a fanfiction where Eames visits her nephew for his birthday, and they have a party with the whole family (Eames' dad and mum (if she is still alive) and her brother with his family) and she takes Bobby along with her 1. because she always does that (he's kinda part of the family) and 2. to cheere him up after all that has just happened.

I think because the whole firing and resigning thing just happened her family might not know about it, but they find out during the party, and of course they are all shocked and Bobby feels kinda guilty (like he always does) but her family (except maybe for 1 or 2 people) are not angry at him. Even better if Bobby and Alex end up together during/ at the end of the story.

I just thought I would share it here because I'm not really good at writing (from all the ideas I had, I only finished one story, and the ones I started don't seem to get done in the near future) but I would love to read it, so if someone likes this idea, feel free to use it.

[neuroprincess]

Law & Order: SVU - You meet again (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Cabot, Casey Novak, Liz Donnelly, Olivia Benson and Rita Calhoun

Warnings: None

Word count: +900

Alex Cabot

- It's been 18 years since you saw each other in person, during your teenage years you kept sporadic contact through letters and phone calls. You felt proud of her every step, supporting her in all the courses, internships, sleepless nights studying, but two months before high school graduation the blonde cut ties abruptly, there were many unanswered phone calls and letters that returned or were never answered. This didn't stop you, years later, from sending one last letter to congratulate her when you heard that Alex had graduated in Harvard, her dream since you were kids. In the meantime you went on with your life, graduated, bought a house in Texas and got married at 30, divorced at 32, the dream house was sold and you started your own business in NY, a coffee shop in a good spot. Weeks after opening a group of detectives walked in and you immediately recognized a blonde head accompanying them. Much taller than you remember, wearing a feminine suit that fit her body well, eyebrows coming together in a thoughtful expression that you know well. She took a moment to choose something in the display case, and when she looked up, she was in shock. Your name escaped through her lips in a whisper.

Casey Novak

- A simple softball game got you three days off work, a mild concussion and a pretty purple eye. The ADA visited you every day since the event, on the day you returned to work the veteran detectives made a few unfunny jokes about you being able to handle big men but getting knocked down by a ball, giving you slaps on the back in consolation for the attempt. At lunchtime you received a bouquet of yellow roses, a box of Swiss chocolate and a handwritten apology card inviting you to dinner to make up for the hospital trip. You had exchanged phone numbers at the hospital, so making the appointment was easy, finding a space in your professional calendar was not, and after two weeks you met at a restaurant a few blocks from your apartment.

Liz Donnelly

- As you work together you frequently bump into each other in the hallways, there are always cordial greetings and brief conversations about the case you are working on, but nothing beyond that. Two months go by quickly, you seem to have fallen in everyone's favor and perform your tasks with competence, making Alex proud and excited to celebrate your work, especially for being your first formal job in the law area, you meet after work in a chic Manhattan bar, not far from the office. About 15 minutes later another blonde joins you, dressed more casually than usual, a smile painting her lips as she walks toward you after meeting you by happenstance. "Well well well, Cabot and her ward, so what are we celebrating? I'll pay for the drinks."

Olivia Benson

- The same night of the misunderstanding the Captain sends you a message apologizing for the situation in front of your house. You talked for a few more minutes and she thanks you for always being the one with Noah on the occasions she can't, in the end you agree to let the kids meet on a weekend after their punishment. For your children it was long, but just two weeks forbidden to go out play after school and video games. Evelyn was anxious, running around the house to make sure everything is ready for Noah's arrival, initially you had arranged with the Bensons to meet at the park but the rainy weather made you change your plans, finally deciding on a day of board games. Catan, El Dorado, Detective, Monopoly, even Jenga and Twister, there is a table full of snacks and treats, a wine is kept in the back of the cupboard in case Olivia enjoys it, you don't know what they like so you buy everything. At the appointed hour the doorbell rings and you find mother and son as excited as you are. It would be a fun day.

Rita Calhoun

- She didn't show up for weeks, every Tuesday you drove customers to other tables to reserve that special one in the hope that Rita would show up, which didn't happen. After the fourth Tuesday in a row you gave up. The new manager didn't harass you anymore, while he didn't make things easy at work, denying you overtime and events that usually pay a little more, after all, the generous tip from those rich people is what pays your bills. You chose to resign when you realized that there was no advantage or anything that bound you there, the emergency fund lasted long enough until you got another job, this time in an Italian restaurant, not as fancy as your previous job but much more welcoming. Monday is usually a slow day, you found out after two months as a waitress, so you are alone with the chef, working overtime late at night when she enters the homely environment, looking out of place in her expensive suit and high heels worth a rent. "Miss Calhoun?" you whisper, an involuntary smile on your lips. "I told you to call me Rita, sweetie." she sits up and signals for you to come closer. "What are you doing here? Forgive me, but this restaurant… it's not up to your level, it's not fancy." deep down you wait for the answer that comes next, not being able to think of any other explanation for her being on the other side of the city alone on a week day. "I came after the service of my favorite waitress."