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[theartofcollapse]

a/n: I'm back guys, exams all done! thanks for being patient with me. feel free to send as many requests as you would like. summary: y/n gets extremely bored while Alex is working from home and she desperately needs attention. pairing: Alex Cabot x female reader warnings: none word count: 2.5K

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Bored - Alex Cabot

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and Alex was - unsurprisingly - working. Y/N had long since given up trying to convince her girlfriend that weekends were meant for relaxation. If anything, Alex seemed to take weekends as a personal challenge to be even more productive.

Currently, she was perched at the dining table, glasses low on her nose, typing furiously on her laptop. A neat stack of legal briefs sat beside her, color-coded sticky notes peeking out from the pages like tiny flags of impending doom.

Y/N, on the other hand, was bored to death.

At first, she tried to entertain herself. She scrolled through her phone, watched a few episodes of a show she didn’t really care about, played fetch with their dog (who promptly lost interest after five throws), and even considered cleaning—considered. But it had been hours, and she was dying.

Finally, she decided she’d had enough. With a dramatic sigh, she stood up, walked over to where Alex was working, and leaned down until her chin rested on Alex’s shoulder.

“You wanna get your ass beaten in Uno?” Y/N asked, her voice dripping with challenge.

Alex didn’t even look up. “Mmm. No.”

“Wow. You didn’t even think about it.”

“I did. And I decided no,” Alex replied, typing something that sounded very official and very boring.

Y/N straightened up and narrowed her eyes. “So you’re just gonna work all day while I wither away from lack of attention?”

“You could read a book,” Alex suggested.

“I could also eat glass, but you don’t see me doing that either.”

Alex sighed, finally sparing her a glance. “Give me another hour.”

“Another hour?!” Y/N threw her hands up. “Alexandra, I am a woman on the edge. Either you play Uno with me, or I start acting feral.”

That made Alex smirk. “Feral, huh?”

“Yes. Full chaos mode. No rules. No laws. Do you really want that?”

Alex gave her a look, the kind that said ‘I deal with hardened criminals daily. You do not scare me.’

Y/N huffed. “Fine. You leave me no choice.”

She stalked away, leaving Alex to shake her head and go back to work.

Y/N started small. She “accidentally” dropped things near Alex. A pen here. A book there. At one point, she spilled an entire bag of Skittles onto the floor, each one making an unnecessarily loud plinking noise.

Alex exhaled sharply through her nose. “Are you five?”

“I’m bored,” Y/N groaned, dramatically flopping onto the couch.

“You should’ve thought about that before dating a lawyer.”

“Okay, then I have no choice but to escalate.”

Alex shook her head, already resigning herself to whatever nonsense Y/N was about to pull.

She tried snuggling up to Alex, draping herself over her shoulders like a human scarf.

Alex gently pushed her off.

Then tried poking her arm repeatedly.

Alex ignored it.

Y/N started dramatically sighing at random intervals.

Alex turned to her with the patience of a saint. “Is there a reason you’re being extra annoying today?”

“Yes,” Y/N pouted. “You’re not paying attention to me. If I wanted to be neglected, I’d text my landlord about fixing the leak in our sink.”

Alex finally closed her laptop. “Okay. One game. Then I go back to work.”

“One game?” Y/N scoffed. “You’re adorable. It’s never one game.”

Alex rolled her eyes but indulged her anyway, setting her laptop aside as Y/N ran to grab the Uno deck.

They sat across from each other, the cards dealt, the battlefield set. Y/N cracked her knuckles like she was preparing for war.

Alex raised an unimpressed brow. “You’re very dramatic.”

“And you’re about to lose.”

The game started off simple, both of them playing civilly. But then, Y/N played a Draw Four on Alex.

Alex narrowed her eyes. “I see how it is.”

Y/N grinned innocently. “I don’t make the rules.”

Alex drew her four cards, her lawyer brain already calculating revenge.

And then, chaos.

Reverse cards were thrown like daggers. Draw Twos stacked higher than Alex’s legal briefs. Y/N cackled when she skipped Alex for the third time in a row.

“You’re evil,” Alex muttered.

“And you’re losing,” Y/N sing-songed.

But then, Alex played a Draw Four right when Y/N had one card left.

Her smug grin vanished. “No. No, no, no. You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, but I do,” Alex said, smirking as she slid the extra cards toward Y/N.

Y/N scowled, snatching them up. “This is a betrayal of the highest order.”

“Should’ve thought about that before bullying me into playing.”

The game stretched on, both refusing to back down. At one point, Y/N attempted to subtly throw a card under the table, but Alex caught her mid-act.

“Did you just cheat?”

“It’s called creative strategy.”

Alex stared at her, deadpan.

Y/N sighed. “Fine. I may have bent the rules slightly.”

Alex shook her head, laughing. “You are ridiculous.”

“And you love me.”

“That is debatable right now.”

Eventually, after an unfair amount of Draw Twos, Alex won.

Y/N gaped at her. “You cheated.”

“I played legally,” Alex corrected, smirking as she stretched. “And now, I return to work.”

“WHAT?!” Y/N gasped. “You can’t just win and leave!”

“That was the deal.”

“You monster.”

Alex chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N’s forehead before heading back to her laptop. “You’ll survive.”

Y/N crossed her arms, stewing.

And then—

“I challenge you to a rematch.”

Alex didn’t even look up. “Not happening.”

“Best two out of three!”

“Still no.”

Y/N groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. “I hate dating a lawyer.”

Alex just smirked. “No, you don’t.”

Y/N wasn’t one to accept defeat gracefully. No, she thrived on revenge. And if Alex thought she was going to just sit there quietly while she went back to her boring lawyer things, she had severely underestimated the level of chaos Y/N was willing to unleash.

For a moment, Y/N considered flipping the Uno table. Full, dramatic rebellion. But then she realized it wasn’t a table - it was the dining table. Their dining table. The very expensive, very heavy dining table that Alex would absolutely murder her for damaging.

So, she had to be smarter.

Quietly, Y/N slipped away into the kitchen.

Alex was back to typing, her fingers moving fast over the keyboard. Completely immersed.

Y/N peeked around the corner, watching. Waiting. Calculating.

Then, she snatched a bag of chips from the cabinet, opened it as loudly as humanly possible, and started munching with the crunchiest bites ever.

Alex froze. Slowly, she turned her head.

“Are you doing that on purpose?”

Y/N, mouth full of chips, gave her the most innocent look she could muster. “Huh?” Crunch.

Alex exhaled through her nose, the way she did when opposing counsel said something particularly stupid in court.

Y/N shoved another handful of chips into her mouth. Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Alex took a deep breath, visibly practicing restraint. “Y/N...”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Y/N said, plopping down dramatically in a chair. “Just eating my feelings after being brutally betrayed by the love of my life.”

Alex pinched the bridge of her nose. “It’s Uno. You lose in Uno.”

“You cheated.”

“I played by the rules.”

“Your rules are evil.”

Alex shook her head, turning back to her laptop. “Go find another hobby.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. Alright. Desperate times, desperate measures.

She stood, stretched, and then she flopped onto Alex’s lap. Fully. Bonelessly. Limply.

Alex made a very undignified oof sound. “Jesus, Y/N!”

“You left me no choice,” Y/N said, flopping her arms dramatically over Alex’s shoulders. “You work too much. I am merely redistributing your priorities.”

“By crushing me?”

“It’s called love.”

Alex sighed. “You are the neediest human being alive.”

“And yet, you chose me. So who’s the real fool?”

Alex pursed her lips, trying - and failing - to hide a smirk. “Move.”

“No.”

“I have important things to do.”

“Is it more important than me?” Y/N asked, batting her lashes.

Alex sighed, long-suffering. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me.”

Alex glanced down at her, eyes softening just slightly. “Unfortunately, yes.”

Y/N grinned. “Then play another round of Uno with me.”

“No.”

“Best three out of five.”

“Absolutely not.”

Y/N gasped, placing a dramatic hand over her heart. “So you don’t love me?”

Alex rubbed her temples. “That is not what I said.”

“You implied it.”

Alex stared at her, clearly debating whether or not this battle was even worth fighting.

Y/N turned up the puppy eyes—full-force, desperate, devastating.

Alex sighed, defeated. “One. More. Game.”

Y/N beamed, leaping up. “You just sealed your fate.”

Alex chuckled, shaking her head. “If it means I get some peace after, then fine.”

Y/N cackled as she shuffled the deck.

Alex should have known.

She should have expected Y/N to pull some unholy nonsense.

Because five minutes in, Y/N was grinning like a villain.

“Why do you look so smug?” Alex asked warily.

Y/N laid down a Draw Four.

Alex narrowed her eyes. “You’re a menace.”

“Pick. Up. Your. Cards.”

Alex begrudgingly picked up four more cards. But as soon as she got rid of a few, Y/N hit her with a stacked Draw Two.

Alex’s jaw clenched.

Y/N smirked. “You mad?”

Alex gave her a flat look. “No.”

“Because it seems like you’re mad.”

Alex took a slow, deep breath. “Play your next card.”

Y/N played another Reverse.

Alex’s nostrils flared. “You just want to see me suffer.”

“Would you not do the same to me?”

Alex didn’t answer. Because she absolutely would have.

And then, the worst betrayal of all—

Alex had one card left.

Y/N played a Draw Four.

Alex stared at her, jaw tightening, fingers tapping against the table.

Y/N grinned. “You were saying?”

Alex inhaled sharply, picked up her four cards, and exhaled. “I’m dating an actual gremlin.”

“And winning,” Y/N added.

Alex shook her head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Extremely,” Y/N agreed.

Alex sighed, dropping her cards. “Fine. You win. Happy?”

Y/N beamed, throwing her arms around Alex. “I knew you’d see reason!”

Alex shook her head, kissing the top of Y/N’s head before pulling away. “Okay, now can I get back to work?”

Alex had gone back to her laptop, once again convinced that she had won the battle and secured her productivity for the rest of the day.

Y/N, however, was nothing if not determined.

She had tried being annoying. She had tried cheating in Uno. She had tried physically attaching herself to Alex like an overgrown koala. But clearly, all of these tactics had only resulted in temporary victories.

So, she had to be smarter.

More strategic.

And thus, the most diabolical plan formed in her mind.

She decided to go for a run.

But not just any run.

A very intentional run.

She changed into the tightest pair of leggings she owned, leggings that had once made Alex walk into a wall when she first saw Y/N wearing them. Paired it with a sports bra that left very little to the imagination. And, because she was committed to the cause, she even pulled her hair into a high ponytail, knowing full well that Alex had a very specific weakness for that.

Then, without saying a word, she grabbed her headphones, shot Alex a quick innocent smile, and left the apartment.

Alex didn’t even look up.

Perfect.

Now, all she had to do was get really sweaty.

About forty minutes later, Y/N returned, successfully looking like she had just finished competing in the Olympics.

Her skin glistened with sweat. Her leggings clung to her like they were painted on. Her sports bra was damp. She was slightly out of breath, strands of hair stuck to her forehead. She looked like one of those insanely attractive people in workout commercials, except this was all very real.

And she knew it.

She strolled inside, tossing her keys onto the counter, stretching her arms up with an exaggerated groan.

Alex still didn’t look up.

Fine.

Time to turn up the heat.

“God,” Y/N sighed dramatically, walking toward the fridge. “That was a good run. I’m so hot.”

Alex hummed absentmindedly, still typing.

Oh, we’re gonna fix that.

Y/N grabbed a water bottle, twisted the cap off, and tipped her head back, drinking in a way that was entirely unnecessary. A few drops dribbled down her throat, over her collarbone, disappearing beneath her sports bra.

Still, Alex. Did. Not. Look.

Fine. She wanted to play it cool? Y/N would break her resolve.

She grabbed a towel, walking right past Alex’s chair as she started patting down her sweaty chest.

And then – finally - Alex’s typing paused.

Y/N had to fight every instinct not to smirk.

“Good run?” Alex asked, voice suspiciously even.

“Mmm,” Y/N hummed, stretching again. “So good. I feel amazing. But, ugh, I got so sweaty.”

Another pause.

Y/N casually leaned against the table, stretching one leg behind her, subtly accentuating things. “Gotta cool down. Maybe take a long shower.”

Alex exhaled through her nose.

Y/N smirked. Gotcha.

She walked around the table, standing directly behind Alex, hands landing on her shoulders.

“Wow,” Y/N murmured, kneading gently. “You’re so tense. All that work stressing you out?”

Alex stiffened slightly but didn’t react.

Y/N leaned in closer, her lips dangerously near Alex’s ear. “You know, exercise is great for stress. You should join me next time. We could work up a sweat together.”

Alex’s hands paused on the keyboard.

Y/N smirked. “Or, you know, I could just shower alone.”

Alex slammed her laptop shut.

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered, turning in her chair to finally look at Y/N.

And oh, the way her eyes darkened as they swept over her? Y/N felt victorious.

“Something wrong, Counselor?” Y/N asked, all fake innocence.

Alex exhaled sharply. “You planned this.”

“Planned what?”

Alex leaned back, arms crossed, a tiny smirk playing at her lips. “This. The whole running, sweating, stretching, looking like that.” She gestured vaguely at Y/N’s entire existence.

Y/N shrugged. “Can’t a girl just get a workout in without being accused of crimes?”

“You do nothing without an agenda.”

Y/N beamed. “Exactly. So, what’s it gonna be? You back to work? Or are you gonna let me kick your ass in Monopoly?”

Alex sighed, running a hand through her hair, gaze lingering on Y/N’s abs for a fraction too long.

Alex let out a long, long breath.

Then - without a word - she stood up, grabbed Y/N’s wrist, and started pulling her toward the bedroom.

Y/N blinked. “Wait. Where are we going? Monopoly’s in the living room-”

Alex shot her a look.

A very dangerous look.

Y/N gulped. “Oh.”

Alex smirked. “You wanted my attention? You’ve got it now.”

Y/N grinned.

Game. Set. Match.

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The gif that you left as a gift for us before your exams give me a really good ideia for Casey x Reader

Reader just get horny for every little thing that Casey do

did she fix her car? poonani reward

did she make dinner? poonani reward

carrying heavy boxes? poonani reward

pulling out her wallet full of ADA money to pay the bill? poonani reward

gives reader foot massage? poonani reward (if you want to add other things...)

Until she sees Casey playing and goes totally FERAL

Sweaty and panting Casey is the best Casey 🥵

a/n: thank you for requesting, love! summary: read it above pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: 18+! fingering (reader receiving), scissoring, dirty talk word count: 2.4K

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Every Little Thing You Do - Casey Novak

You considered yourself a logical person. Rational, level-headed, not one to lose your composure over trivial things. But that was before Casey Novak.

Because somehow, the woman had turned you into an absolute mess of desire. Every little thing she did had your body reacting before your brain could even process what was happening. You’d tried to play it cool - tried to keep your thoughts from wandering - but you had absolutely no defenses when it came to Casey.

It started small, or at least it felt that way at the time. The first instance had been your car.

The damn thing had refused to start one morning, leaving you stranded in your apartment parking lot with no idea what to do. You’d barely had time to call Casey before she’d shown up in a pair of jeans and a leather jacket, toolbox in hand.

“You called the right person,” she said, her tone casual as she walked over to pop the hood.

Her sleeves were rolled up just enough to reveal the lean muscles of her forearms, and the focused furrow of her brow as she examined the engine nearly made your knees buckle.

“It’s just the spark plugs,” she’d explained, using some tool you didn’t know the name of to twist things into place. “Easy fix.”

She glanced back at you, a smudge of grease on her wrist and a satisfied little smirk on her lips. And that was it. You were done for.

You’d thanked her later, of course. Thoroughly.

Then there was the time she made dinner.

You’d come home after an impossibly long day at work, ready to collapse on the couch and order takeout, when you found her in your kitchen. She’d been in an apron, her hair pulled back into a messy bun, stirring something in a skillet with the confidence of a professional chef.

“You’re home just in time,” she’d said, turning to flash you a smile that could melt glaciers.

She’d plated the pasta, poured you a glass of wine, and pulled out your chair for you to sit. The domesticity of it all - the casual, effortless care she put into making sure you were fed and relaxed - made you want to crawl across the table and devour her instead of the meal.

She’d noticed, of course. Casey always noticed.

“You’ve barely touched your food,” she’d said, her voice low and teasing. “Distracted by something?”

You hadn’t even answered her. You’d just grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom.

The pattern continued.

Casey could be doing the most mundane tasks - moving a heavy box, paying for dinner, massaging your feet after a long day - and you’d feel that familiar heat rise in your body.

Like the time she pulled out her wallet.

You’d gone out to dinner at a new upscale restaurant downtown, and Casey had insisted on treating you. When the check arrived, she casually reached into her clutch, pulling out her ADA-issued paycheck like it was nothing. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her posture relaxed, and her confidence so palpable it made your stomach twist in the best way possible.

“Casey…” you’d started, your voice soft and a little shaky.

She looked up from the receipt, amused. “What?”

“You’re so—” you’d trailed off, flustered, earning yourself one of her trademark smirks.

But the worst - the absolute most dangerous moment - was when you saw her play baseball.

It had been her idea to invite you to her league’s game. “It’s just for fun,” she’d said, brushing it off like it was no big deal. But when she stepped onto that field, bat in hand and her snug jersey clinging to her in all the right places, it became a very big deal.

Her hair was tied back under her baseball cap, and her sleeves were pushed up just enough to show the sinewy muscles of her arms. When she stepped up to the plate, planting her feet firmly and gripping the bat, you could feel your pulse quicken.

The first pitch came, and Casey swung with precision, sending the ball flying into the outfield. The power behind it, the way her body moved with such controlled grace, it was hypnotic.

She took off running, her legs pumping hard as she rounded the bases. The jersey clung to her back, her pants highlighting every curve, and by the time she slid into home base, her grin triumphant, you were absolutely feral.

The crowd cheered, but all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat.

Later, as she jogged over to you, her face flushed and damp with sweat, you barely held it together.

“You were amazing,” you said, your voice low and shaky.

Casey cocked her head, that teasing smirk playing on her lips again. “You okay? You look distracted.”

Without another word, you grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the car, ignoring her protests and the curious looks of her teammates.

“What’s gotten into you?” she asked, laughing as you shoved her into the backseat and climbed in beside her.

“You,” you said, your voice breathless. “Every time. Every damn thing you do.”

Casey’s brows rose, her smirk turning downright sinful. “I think I’m going to need specifics.”

“Oh, you’ll get specifics. Care for a ride?"

The question hung in the air, charged with a double meaning that made Casey laugh immediately. 

"You were so intense," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Is that a good thing?" Casey asked, a hint of a challenge in her tone.

Your eyes never left her profile, watching the way her jaw tightened. "It's incredibly sexy," you replied, your voice thick with desire. "I've never seen you like this before."

Casey's eyes flicked over to you, a smoldering look that made your stomach flip. "There's a lot you haven't seen," she said, her voice low and gruff, as if she was holding back something primal. 

With a swift movement, Casey leaned over, her hand sliding up your thigh. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut. Casey's fingers danced higher, reaching the apex of your thighs, and you felt a wetness already pooling there. "I can feel how much you want this," Casey whispered, her breath hot against your neck. "How much you want me."

Your hands trembled as you reached for Casey's, not to push her away, but to guide her further. "Take me," you breathed, the words barely escaping your lips. Casey's smile grew predatory.

Her fingers slipping under your skirt to find the drenched fabric of your panties. She ripped them away swiftly. You gasped, your eyes wide with a mix of surprise and pleasure. Casey's hand was unyielding, her fingers pushing into your heat without preamble. The sudden intrusion was almost too much, and your body arched off the seat, a moan escaping your throat.

"You're so wet," Casey murmured, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. "So fucking wet for me."

You couldn't form a coherent response. All you could do was pant, your body responding to Casey's touch in a way that was both overwhelming and exhilarating. You felt Casey's thumb brush against your clit, and you bucked her hips, desperate for more. "Please," you begged, the word barely a breath.

Casey leaned in closer, her sweat-dampened hair tickling your face. "You want me to fuck you with my fingers, don't you?" she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver through your core. "You want me to make you scream right here in this car."

You nodded, unable to form words as Casey's fingers began to move in a relentless rhythm, plunging in and out of you. Each stroke was punctuated by a soft gasp, the sound of skin on skin music to your ears. Casey's eyes never left yours, the intensity of her gaze as powerful as the sensations she was creating.

"Say it," Casey demanded, her voice a gruff whisper. "Tell me how much you want it."

Your eyes locked onto Casey's, your own voice thick with desire. "I want it," you moaned, your breathing becoming more erratic with each stroke. "I want you to fuck me hard."

With a smirk, Casey leaned in closer. "Is that what you want?" she whispered, her thumb circling your clit with a maddening slowness. "You want me to make you come all over my hand?"

Your hips rocked against Casey's touch, your body begging for release. "Yes," you managed to gasp out. "Please, Casey."

Casey chuckled darkly, her fingers picking up speed. "You're going to come for me," she murmured, her voice a sweet promise of the pleasure to come. "You're going to come so hard, and I'm going to watch every second of it."

Your eyes rolled back in your head as Casey's thumb applied more pressure, her other hand reaching up to unbutton your blouse. She was greeted with the sight of your pebbled nipples, and she didn't waste a moment before taking one into her mouth, sucking and biting down gently. The dual sensation was exquisite, and your cries grew louder, echoing in the enclosed space of the backseat.

Casey's fingers worked faster, curling inside you with a practiced skill that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "You're so fucking tight," she groaned, the words vibrating against your sensitive skin. "I can feel you clenching around me."

Your nails dug into the leather, your eyes screwed shut as you fought the orgasm building within you. "I'm going to..." you gasped, your voice trailing off into a whine.

"Come for me," Casey urged, her voice thick with arousal. "Come all over my hand like a good girl."

Your body was a live wire, each touch from Casey's fingers sending jolts of pleasure shooting through you. Your breathing grew more ragged, your chest heaving as the tension coiled tighter and tighter. "I'm... I'm...," you panted, your words lost in the haze of desire.

"Come on," Casey encouraged. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart." Her thumb flicked over Y/your clit in a rapid rhythm, and your hips jerked upward, your thighs squeezing around Casey's hand. The pressure grew unbearable, and with a guttural scream, you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you like a wildfire. Your body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you boneless and trembling.

Casey didn't stop, her movements becoming more erratic as she watched your face contort in ecstasy. She could feel the wetness coating her hand, the proof of her power over this woman she desired so much. The sight of your breasts heaving, your skin flushed with passion, was almost too much to bear. With a final, deep thrust of her fingers, Casey sent you hurtling over the edge again, your screams of her name filling the car as you rode the crest of your climax.

Your eyes snapped open, meeting Casey's, and you could see the raw need in them. Without a moment's hesitation, you reached down and pulled Casey's sweatpants and panties down, exposing her slick, swollen sex. The sight of her made your own desire spike, and you didn't waste a moment before moving in closer, your bodies tangling together in a frenzy of passion. You settled into a scissor position, your legs intertwined as you ground your hips against each other. The friction was heavenly, sending sparks of pleasure through both of you with every movement.

Casey's eyes never left yours as you found a rhythm, your hips moving in a dance of desire. Your hands roamed Casey's body, exploring every inch of her skin. Casey's breath grew ragged as she felt herself getting closer, her hips bucking more urgently against yours. "Fuck," she growled, the word a guttural sound that resonated in your ears.

Your eyes locked again, and you could see the hunger in Casey's gaze. It was a look that spoke of a woman on the edge, a woman who was about to lose control. 

You reached between your bodies, your hand sliding over Casey's clit in time with your grinding hips. Casey's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low, keening sound.

Your movements grew more frantic, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the car. The scent of your arousal mingled with the sweat and leather. Casey's hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and you took the hint, your tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of Casey's skin. The contact was electric, and Casey's hips bucked against you, pushing her closer to the edge.

"Fuck," Casey groaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'm going to come."

"Do it," you murmured, your voice low and seductive. "Come for me, Casey. Let me feel it."

Casey's eyes flew open at the words, and she stared into your eyes. With a final, desperate thrust of her hips, she let go, her body shaking with the force of her climax. "Ahh yeah," she cried out, her voice hoarse with passion. "Fuck, you feel so good."

Your own breath hitched at the sight of Casey coming undone, her body tightening around you. You watched as Casey's face contorted in ecstasy, the cords in her neck standing out as she threw her head back. "Fuck yes," Casey moaned, her voice a low growl that seemed to resonate in the very air around you.

As Casey's orgasm subsided, she slumped against the seat, panting heavily. The sweat on her skin glistened in the dim light, and you couldn't help but lean in, kissing along the line of her neck and tasting the salt of her exertion. "Fuck," Casey murmured, her voice still thick with pleasure. "That was really good."

You chuckled, your own breathing still rapid. You pulled back, taking in the sight of Casey's flushed face and the way her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. "Looks like you're not the only intense one around here," you said, your voice teasing.

Casey's eyes opened halfway, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "Oh, I know," she murmured, her voice a little raspy. She leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both gentle and possessive. When you broke apart, she pulled you closer, your bodies still slick with sweat. She had never felt so alive, so alive and so connected to someone. And she loved every second of this feeling. 

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May I request Casey Novak, where r and her are both on and off. Casey sees R hanging with someone or on a date at the baseball cages?( sorry, idk what they are called😂), so she gets jealous and tries to ruin it ?

Also, I love that gif of Casey 😍

a/n: thank you for requesting! summary: read it above pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.7K

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Curveball - Casey Novak

Casey Novak was not the jealous type - or so she liked to tell herself. She was composed, rational, and a literal prosecutor who worked with some of the toughest cases New York City could throw at her. She could cross-examine murderers, put rapists behind bars, and argue circles around defense attorneys. But apparently, she couldn’t handle seeing her off-again/on-again whatever-you-two-were laughing and twirling a baseball bat at some second-rate batting cages with…someone who wasn’t her.

Not that she was watching.

Okay, she was totally watching.

From behind the vending machine, her arms crossed over her chest, a scowl stretched across her normally composed face. The sound of metal bats cracking against balls echoed in the air as she squinted toward the cage where you - you! - were standing with some random woman in a Yankees cap.

Your date or friend or whatever was helping you adjust your stance, standing too close for Casey’s liking. The woman held your arms, leaning over like she was some professional baseball coach instead of just a wannabe trying to impress you.

Casey huffed. What did this woman even have? A half-decent swing? A stupidly charming smile? Great shoulders? Okay, fine, the shoulders were decent, but that wasn’t the point.

The point was that Casey Novak did not like this. Not one bit.

She didn’t realize how tightly she was gripping her iced coffee until it gave a loud crack, nearly spilling onto her suit. She cursed under her breath and wiped it on her coat. How long had she been watching? And why weren’t you texting her back? She’d sent three “how’s your day going” texts this morning, all left on read.

Now, here you were, acting like you didn’t even remember the “accidental” kiss you shared in her office last week. Or the time she showed up at your apartment with that half-bottle of Pinot Grigio because “it was a long day at work.” Or when she practically begged you to stay the night after you helped her with a case.

But no. You had to be here. At batting cages of all places. With her.

Well, two could play at this game.

Casey was already walking toward the counter when she realized she didn’t even know how batting cages worked. Did you rent a bat? Was it by time or by how many balls you could hit? Why wasn’t she the kind of person who knew this sort of thing?

“Can I help you?” the teen behind the counter asked, looking bored out of his mind.

“Yeah,” Casey said, scanning the wall of bats behind him like she had any idea what she was doing. “I’ll take, uh…a cage. And a bat. And one of those helmets. Preferably one that doesn’t smell like feet.”

The teen stared at her, clearly unimpressed. “You want to hit some balls?”

“Yes, that’s why I’m here,” Casey snapped, already regretting her tone because it just made her sound more awkward. She fumbled for her wallet and shoved a twenty at him. “Keep the change.”

With helmet and bat in hand, Casey headed straight toward your cage like she owned the place. You didn’t notice her at first, too busy laughing at something Rebecca was saying. Rebecca, who was leaning just a little too close, whispering something in your ear that made you giggle.

Casey’s jaw tightened.

Time to act.

Casually (or as casually as someone in a too-big batting helmet could look), Casey “tripped” on the way to her own cage. Her bat clattered to the ground, making an obnoxiously loud noise as it rolled right into your cage.

“Oh, shoot!” Casey exclaimed dramatically, placing a hand to her forehead like a bad soap opera actress. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see where it went. Y/N, hi! What a surprise! Is this your cage?”

You turned around at the commotion, your eyes narrowing when you spotted her. “Casey? What are you doing here?”

Casey put on her best innocent smile. “Oh, you know, just blowing off steam after a long day in court. Imagine my surprise running into you here.” She gestured vaguely toward Rebecca. “And your…friend.”

Rebecca smiled politely. “I’m Rebecca. We work together.”

“Oh, Rebecca,” Casey said, her tone dripping with fake sweetness. “You’re the one Y/N’s been talking about.”

“I am?” Rebecca asked, glancing at you.

Casey barreled on. “Oh, yes. She mentioned you’re, uh…an excellent third baseman? Or was it pitcher?”

Rebecca blinked. “I actually don’t play baseball. I was just showing her how to—”

“Right, right,” Casey interrupted, clearly not caring. 

You stared at her, arms crossed, but a knowing smile on your lips “I didn’t think it was your kind of thing.”

“Oh, I love batting cages,” Casey lied, gripping her bat a little too tightly. “You know me, always up for a good swing.”

“Do you even know how to swing?” you shot back, a teasing glint in your eye.

“Of course I do,” Casey said, clearly offended. “I was captain of my softball team in law school.”

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Really? You were a captain?”

”Of course I was!” well, okay, not the captain, but she was on the team. Once. For a week. ”I must go hit some balls. You two have fun, though!”

Ten minutes later, Casey found herself in a batting cage two stalls down from you, armed with a bat that felt entirely too heavy and a helmet that did, in fact, smell like feet. She could see you and your date clearly from here, the two of you laughing like it was the best night of your lives.

Her first swing was a disaster. The ball sailed past her, and her bat didn’t even come close. She swore under her breath and tried again.

Strike two.

She glared at the machine as if it were personally responsible for her failure. She could hear you laughing from here, and it wasn’t helping. Was this how Babe Ruth felt during his worst season?

“Need some help?”

The voice startled her, and Casey turned to see you standing there, still holding your bat, that stupid smile on your face. Your date was nowhere to be seen.

“What?” Casey asked, gripping her bat like it was her last shred of dignity.

“You look like you’re about to murder that ball,” you teased. “Want me to show you how it’s done?”

Casey bristled. “I don’t need help.”

“Are you sure? Because it looks like—”

“I’m fine,” she snapped, taking another swing and missing so badly that the bat slipped out of her hands and clattered to the ground.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms as you watched her. “Yeah, you’ve got this.”

Casey sighed, running a hand through her hair and taking off the helmet. “Fine. Go ahead. Show me how it’s done, since you’re obviously an expert.”

You grinned, stepping into her cage and picking up her bat. “It’s all in the stance,” you said, adjusting your feet and squaring your shoulders. “Watch closely.”

Casey hated how effortlessly cool you looked, especially compared to her flailing. She hated it even more when you hit the ball with a clean, satisfying crack, sending it soaring into the net.

“See?” you said, handing her the bat. “Easy.”

“Show me how you swing again,” Casey said, grabbing the bat from your hands.

You raised an eyebrow. “Really? You want me to—”

“Yes,” Casey said firmly, cutting you off before you could say no.

You sighed but stepped behind her, placing your hands over hers to guide the bat. Casey felt her heart race as your body pressed lightly against her back. She’d never admit it to you, but this was the real reason she’d come here.

“See?” you said, adjusting her grip. “You’ve got to keep your shoulders steady. Don’t overthink it.”

“Shoulders, right,” Casey said, though she wasn’t paying attention to a single word you were saying.

She glanced sideways, smirking as she saw Rebecca awkwardly waiting on the sidelines, clearly unsure whether to interrupt. Perfect.

When Casey finally swung and hit the ball, it went straight into the fence.

“Not bad,” you said, laughing.

“Not bad?” Casey turned to smirk at Rebecca. “Did you see that?”

Rebecca nodded politely. “Nice swing.”

But Casey could tell she was annoyed.

“I have to admit, you’re a baseball prodigy with really good teaching skills.” 

You laughed, leaning against the fence as you watched her. “Fair enough. But maybe if you spent less time trying to ruin my date and more time focusing on your swing, you could also be really good at it.”

Casey froze, the bat halfway through a practice swing. “I wasn’t trying to ruin your date.”

“Oh, really?” you said, arching an eyebrow. “So, it’s just a coincidence that you showed up at the same batting cages, looking like you’re ready to murder someone?”

Casey felt her cheeks go red. “I—okay, fine. Maybe I was…curious.”

“Curious,” you repeated, smirking. “Right.”

“Who even is she?” Casey asked, trying to sound casual and failing miserably. “You’ve never mentioned her before.”

 “She’s helping me with a case. You know, kind of like not how I help you with your cases.”

Casey blinked. “She’s not your…”

“No,” you said, your smile softening. “She’s not. What’s your deal, Case?”

“Maybe I don’t like seeing you with someone else. Maybe I got jealous.”

“Maybe?” you repeated, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Okay, definitely,” Casey said. “But can you blame me? She was touching your arms! And smiling like, like some kind of…baseball Casanova!”

You burst out laughing, shaking your head. “You’re lucky I find your chaos adorable.”

Casey smirked. “So, this non-date date with her is over, right?”

You rolled your eyes but grabbed her hand. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here, Novak.”

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Hi! Would you write casey x f reader in which they just started dating and maybe casey comes over to reader’s apartment and it’s casey’s first time seeing reader off heels and finds out she has a good 5inches (10cm-ish) on reader and she thinks it’s adorable so she’s flirtingly cooing and teasing reader about it?

a/n: thank you for requesting! summary: read it above pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: none word count: 951

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Heels - Casey Novak

Casey Novak had never been one to shy away from confidence. It was, after all, her bread and butter in the courtroom, and that same assertiveness carried over to her personal life. But tonight, standing outside the door to her girlfriend's apartment, she felt a twinge of something unfamiliar. Nerves.

It wasn't that she was uncertain about her budding relationship with you - no, the chemistry between you two had been undeniable from the start. But this was the first time she was stepping into your space. That was a whole new level of intimacy.

She knocked twice, shifting her weight from one heeled foot to the other, and when the door opened, the sight of you immediately chased away any flicker of doubt she'd been feeling.

"Hey," you greeted, your smile soft and welcoming.

Casey let her gaze wander, drinking in the sight of you in your comfy clothes, a loose sweater and leggings, clearly dressed down for a night in. You looked relaxed, a stark but endearing contrast to the polished professional Casey had met at a mutual friend's party weeks ago.

"Hey yourself," Casey responded, stepping inside when you motioned her in.

The apartment smelled faintly of lavender, a comforting touch that seemed to fit you perfectly. She set down the bottle of wine she'd brought on the counter before turning back to you.

And that's when it hit her.

You weren't wearing shoes.

She blinked, taking in the reality of the situation. Without your usual heeled boots or dress shoes, your true height was on display for the first time. And while Casey wasn't exactly towering at 5'10", she was easily five inches taller than you.

For a moment, she simply stared, her lips twitching upward.

"What?" you asked, tilting your head.

"Oh, nothing," she said, but the sparkle in her green eyes betrayed her amusement.

"I just... hadn't realized how cute you are at this height."

Your brows furrowed. "I'm the same height as l've always been."

"Mm, not quite," Casey teased, stepping closer. "You usually cheat with those heels of yours. But now..." She trailed off, placing her hands on your shoulders and giving you a slow once-over. "You're downright pocket-sized."

Your eyes widened, a mix of surprise and indignation flashing across your face. "Pocket-sized?!"

"Adorable," she added, her voice a playful purr.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. "I am not pocket-sized. And I wouldn't call you tall, for the record."

"Oh, sweetie," Casey cooed, her hands sliding down to your waist as she stepped even closer, looking down at you now with an almost predatory grin. "I am tall. At least compared to you."

You tried to step back, but your calves bumped against the edge of the couch. Casey's grin widened as she gently tilted her head, feigning innocence.

"Are you going to deny it?" she asked, her voice dropping to a lower, flirtatious register.

You narrowed your eyes at her. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Maybe," she admitted, laughing softly. "But can you blame me? You’re so cute when you're flustered."

Your hands came up to her chest, half-heartedly pushing her back, but Casey didn't budge. Instead, she dipped her head closer to yours, her auburn hair brushing against your forehead.

"You know," she murmured, her lips curling into a smirk, "I can think of a lot of ways I could take advantage of this height difference."

Your heart skipped at the implication, and she must have noticed because her smirk deepened.

"Like what?" you challenged, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing you completely flustered.

Casey leaned in further, her lips just grazing the shell of your ear. "Well," she drawled, her voice silky smooth, "for one, I could kiss the top of your head whenever I want. No effort at all." To demonstrate, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your hairline, her lips warm and tender. "And," she continued, her hands settling on your hips to keep you close, "I could reach all the high shelves for you. You'd never have to struggle again."

"Very generous of you," you deadpanned, though the slight hitch in your breath betrayed your composure.

"Oh, I'm not done," Casey teased, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "I could also use this height difference to my advantage in other ways.."

Your gaze flickered to her lips, and she caught the movement instantly. Her smirk softened into something more genuine, her teasing giving way to a quiet moment of affection. 

"I'm serious, though," she said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "You're perfect just as you are. Heels or no heels."

Your breath hitched again, this time for an entirely different reason. The sincerity in her voice made your chest ache in the best way possible. 

"Casey.."

"Yes?" she prompted, her smile widening.

"I hate you a little," you muttered, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed your words.

"No, you don't," she replied confidently, leaning down to kiss you properly this time. 

Her lips were soft against yours, her kiss slow and deliberate as though she had all the time in the world to savor you.

When she finally pulled back, you were both a little breathless.

"Okay," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe I don't hate you."

Casey grinned. "That's what I thought." She slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer so you were flush against her. "But I am taller," she added cheekily.

You huffed, but your arms circled her waist anyway, holding her tightly. Despite her teasing, you couldn't deny how perfectly you fit together. Heels or no heels.

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dude please I'm literally so obsessed with your casey fics😭🙏 the alex ones too

you do the community a service thank you🥹🙏

( also hope exams are going well :) )

you're so sweet, thank you. it means a lot🤍

(exams are going horribly)

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Hi! I really admire your writing, I really love it. Could you write a story about what Alex's relationship with a man would be like? I've seen several stories (most of them yours) about her with women, and I always wondered, what she would be like with a man?

heey! i'm so sorry but I'm too gay for that lol i don't think i would feel comfortable writing something that i have no experience in. hope you understand🤍

(but she would probably wear the pants in a relationship with a man.)

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I have an idea for Alex x Reader!

Reader is a writer part of the lolita community and loves tea party. Well, her wife is invited for a tea party with other lawyers and counselors, reader is excited but when she gets there she frowns immediately realizing this isn't half of what she imagined. Could you write it, pretty please?

Thanx!

a/n: thank you for requesting. To be honest, I wasn't really familiar with this topic, so I hope it's at least a little bit close to what you had in mind. summary: read it above pairing: Alex Cabot x female reader warnings: none word count: 678

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Tea Party - Alex Cabot

It was a beautiful spring afternoon, and you had spent the entire morning meticulously preparing for the occasion. A tea party! But not just any tea party, your first tea party as Alex’s wife, invited to mingle with the upper crust of New York’s most celebrated lawyers and counselors.

Being part of the Lolita community, you had an undying love for the dainty and whimsical charm of tea parties. You imagined floral centerpieces, porcelain teacups, tiered trays overflowing with delicate sandwiches, and a general air of enchantment.

Alex had smiled indulgently at your giddy enthusiasm all week. “Don’t get your hopes too high,” she had said, watching you pore over the perfect pastel dress, pearl necklace, and lace gloves. “This isn’t going to be as theatrical as the tea parties you’re used to.”

But you had dismissed her warning. How could a gathering of refined, cultured professionals be anything less than a fantasy come to life?

Now, as Alex helped you out of the cab in front of a pristine townhouse on the Upper East Side, your heart fluttered with excitement. You adjusted your baby pink dress and hat adorned with a satin ribbon. You were ready to make an impression.

Stepping inside, however, your smile faltered.

The “tea party” was not at all what you had imagined. The hosts, apparently some well-connected attorney Alex had known since law school, had arranged for a few mismatched tables and chairs scattered across a dimly lit sitting room. The centerpiece was… a bottle of red wine. Not tea. No porcelain cups or lace doilies in sight. Just a handful of lawyers nursing glasses of Merlot and exchanging cutting jokes about opposing counsels.

Your heart sank.

“Where’s the tea?” you whispered to Alex, your tone half accusing, half confused.

Alex raised an apologetic eyebrow. “I tried to warn you. Lawyers don’t really do tea parties.”

“This… This isn’t even a tea party!” you hissed under your breath, glancing around in disbelief. Someone had placed a few plates of store-bought cookies on the sideboard as an afterthought. The whole room felt stuffy and dull, lacking any trace of the charm you’d imagined.

“Y/N,” Alex began softly, her tone placating, but you cut her off.

“There’s wine instead of tea. No floral patterns. No pastries, no theme! Alex, this is a tragedy,” you said, crossing your arms as you cast another look at the dreary scene.

Alex reached for your hand, her blue eyes full of affection and just the slightest hint of amusement. “You know not everyone shares your… unique taste, right?”

“Unique?” you scoffed. “It’s called elegance, Alex. This -” you gestured discreetly to a man loudly recounting a courtroom blunder as others laughed uproariously “- this is chaos.”

Alex bit her lip to stifle a laugh. She adored your passion, even when it bordered on theatrical indignation. “Look, I’ll get you a glass of water - no wine, I promise - and we can stay for an hour, tops. Does that sound fair?”

You sighed, dramatically resigned. “Fine. But only because I love you.”

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “And I love you. Even if I can’t promise doilies or teacups.”

Despite your initial reluctance, you eventually found yourself relaxing, if only because Alex’s hand remained firmly in yours the entire time. The setting wasn’t what you had envisioned, but the way Alex introduced you proudly to her colleagues, her thumb lightly brushing against your wrist every so often, made you feel like the most cherished person in the room.

When the evening finally wound down, Alex held you close as you stepped outside into the cool evening air.

“I owe you a real tea party,” she said with a small smile.

You brightened instantly. “With floral arrangements?”

“Sure.”

“Porcelain teacups?”

“Of course.”

“And scones? With clotted cream?”

Alex chuckled. “Whatever makes you happy, Y/N.”

You beamed, threading your arm through hers as you walked toward the cab. “Next time, I’m planning the party.”

And Alex wouldn’t have it any other way.

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hihii <33 just wanted to say I absolutely adore ur work smsmsm

maybe a little thing about fem!reader agrees to go watch casey play softball and then gets insanely flustered in the stands watching her gf play because like yh ok she knew she was strong but this strong ?? goddamn

casey teases her about it but when they get back to the apartment and realizes fem!reader is still sneaking glances at her arms and trying to catch glimpses of her abs she decides to show fem!reader exactly how strong she is

a/n: thank you so much, it means a lot🤍 also, thank you for requesting, i hope you like it. summary: read it above pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: just Casey being extremely hot word count: 1.2K

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Home run - Casey Novak

You always knew Casey was strong. She had a commanding presence, and whether she was laying down the law in the courtroom or standing toe-to-toe with detectives, Casey exuded confidence and power in a way that always left you in awe. But it wasn’t until today, as you sat perched on the sun-drenched bleachers of the softball field, that you truly understood just how strong she was.

The bright afternoon sun was unrelenting, but you didn’t mind. Your attention was entirely fixated on the tall, athletic redhead warming up on the field. Casey looked incredible in her team uniform, tight black softball pants and a fitted jersey with her name and number on the back. She had tied her hair into a high ponytail, leaving her face clear as she focused on throwing practice pitches to her catcher. Each movement was precise and effortless, her toned muscles flexing with every toss.

Your girlfriend had asked you to come to her game weeks ago, and while you’d agreed enthusiastically, you hadn’t really thought about what that would entail. You figured it would be a nice way to spend time together, cheer her on, and maybe grab dinner afterward. What you hadn’t anticipated was how downright distracting Casey would be.

The moment the game began, she stole the show. Casey was the captain, of course, and from her position at shortstop, she commanded the field with the kind of quiet authority you always admired. But it wasn’t just her leadership that had you mesmerized. It was the way she moved - quick, agile, and completely in control. It was the way her biceps flexed when she swung the bat during her first at-bat, the sharp crack of the ball echoing through the park as she sent it sailing over the fence for a home run.

Your mouth went dry as you watched her round the bases, her face lit up with a wide, triumphant smile. The sunlight glinted off her freckles, and her jersey clung to her in all the right places. You swore you could see a hint of her abs beneath the fabric as she jogged back to her team. You tried to shake the thoughts away, but it was no use. You were entirely captivated.

By the time she returned to the dugout, you were completely undone. You tried to cheer like everyone else, but your voice caught in your throat. All you could do was clap weakly, your cheeks burning as Casey caught your eye from across the field. She winked, sending your heart into overdrive.

The game ended with a decisive victory for Casey’s team, and by the time you made your way down to the field, she was already surrounded by her teammates, laughing and celebrating. When she spotted you, she immediately broke away and jogged over, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder.

“Well?” she asked, her grin wide and teasing. “What’d you think?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was an incoherent squeak. Up close, Casey looked even better than she had on the field. Her face was flushed from exertion, her hair slightly disheveled, and her arms - God, her arms - were on full display as she leaned casually on her bat. You felt your face grow impossibly hotter as you stared at her, completely at a loss for words.

“Y/N?” Casey tilted her head, her smile growing smug as she noticed your flustered state. “You okay there? You’re looking a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” you croaked, though the way you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt gave you away.

Casey laughed, low and warm. “Oh, I see what’s going on here,” she said, her voice dropping just enough to make your knees feel weak. “You liked what you saw out there, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said quickly, but your voice betrayed you, shaky and high-pitched.

“Uh-huh,” Casey said, clearly unconvinced. She took a step closer, leaning down so her face was level with yours. “You’ve been staring at me all day, sweetheart. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

You tried to form a coherent response, but all you could focus on was the way her biceps flexed as she adjusted the strap of her bag. She smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on you.

“Come on,” she said, taking your hand and leading you toward the parking lot. “Let’s get you home before you combust.”

The car ride back to your apartment was torturous. Casey kept glancing at you with that knowing smile, her fingers drumming casually on the steering wheel as if she weren’t fully aware of the way your gaze kept drifting to her forearms. By the time you walked through the front door, you were practically vibrating with unspoken tension.

Casey set her bag down by the couch and turned to you, her expression equal parts amused and curious. “So,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to guess?”

You swallowed hard, your eyes flicking to the way her muscles shifted with the movement. “It’s nothing,” you said quickly, though your voice betrayed you once again.

Casey raised an eyebrow, taking a deliberate step closer. “Y/N,” she said, her tone soft but teasing. “I know that look. What’s got you so worked up?”

“I—” You hesitated, unsure how to put it into words without sounding ridiculous. Finally, you blurted out, “I didn’t know you were this strong, okay? Watching you out there today… it was just… a lot.”

Casey blinked, clearly caught off guard by your honesty. But then her lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “A lot, huh?” she said, her voice dropping into a low, sultry drawl that sent shivers down your spine. “Well, if you wanted a closer look, all you had to do was ask.”

Before you could respond, Casey stepped forward and slid her hands around your waist, pulling you flush against her. Her touch was firm but careful, her strength evident in the way she held you effortlessly. Your breath hitched as she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Do you want me to show you just how strong I am?” she murmured, her voice sending a jolt of heat straight to your core.

You nodded wordlessly, your hands gripping her shoulders as she scooped you up in one swift, effortless motion. Casey carried you to the bedroom as if you weighed nothing, her lips finding yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless. When she set you down on the bed, she hovered over you, her arms bracketing your body as she gazed down at you with an intensity that made your heart race.

For the rest of the night, Casey made good on her promise. She showed you exactly how strong she was, in every way that mattered, and by the time the sun rose the next morning, you were left with no doubt that your girlfriend was every bit as powerful as she looked.

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omg yes thank you!!!

so could it be a casey novak x f reader? r had twin girls who are now 8- victoria and madison. Casey's been raising them with r since they were about 4 idk maybe a mama and mommy situation

(I don't like that one episode where the little girl with two moms calls her not biological mom "mommy zoe" idk just sounds funky😭)

just for dramas sake can u make it so Casey's been working svu for a couple weeks or more by now but all of them still have that attitude with her they had in her first episode, not really liking her compared to alex (I love me some drama😛)

BUT THEY DONT EVEN TRY TO GET TO KNOW HER OR ANYTHING ABOUT HER LE GASP😨

so imagine their surprise when one day somehow idk how they see two identical little girls with casey and some other lady mhm mhm drama drama👉🙂‍↕️ maybe they show up to the office or sum idk..?

(sorry if this is weird 😭 but if you can write it, bless your beautiful soul🥹🙏 which tbh I'd still say anyways bc I love your casey and alex fics🙏🙏🙏🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

(also u definitely probably don't care but I was thinking twins bc twins run in my family and ugh I wish I was a twin frfr😒😮‍💨 also i have THREE victorias in my family so the name follows me everywhere and I just like the name madison anyways 100% manifesting my future rn thanks for listening to my ted talk ok adios friend)

THANK YOU🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

a/n: thank you for requesting, babe, i hope it turned out how you imagined. summary: read it above pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: none word count: 1K

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Picture Perfect - Casey Novak

Casey sat at her desk in the precinct’s bullpen, flipping through yet another file while the steady hum of chatter and ringing phones surrounded her. It had been a couple of weeks since she’d joined the Special Victims Unit as their ADA, and though she was professional to a fault, the distance between her and the detectives was palpable.

They hadn’t been outright rude, but they weren’t warm either. Casey could sense their lingering loyalty to Alex Cabot, the previous ADA, who had left massive shoes to fill. Even Olivia, who was typically approachable, seemed to be holding back. It was frustrating, but Casey was used to handling adversity. What mattered to her now was doing her job and doing it well.

Still, there were moments when the isolation stung more than she liked to admit. Especially since Casey’s life outside of work was so full and vibrant. She had you, her partner, and your twin daughters, Victoria and Madison, who had been her family for the past four years. The girls had been four when Casey entered their lives, and now, at eight, they didn’t just call her “Mama”, they meant it.

Casey glanced at the clock on her computer screen, a small smile creeping onto her lips. It was almost lunchtime, and she had made plans for you and the girls to meet her at the precinct. You had suggested surprising her, and Casey couldn’t wait to see the looks on Victoria and Madison’s faces when they saw the police station.

When the clock hit noon, Casey grabbed her coat and headed out of her office door, her mind already filled with thoughts of laughter and fun that awaited her. 

You arrived at the precinct with Victoria and Madison in tow, their small hands gripping yours as they stared wide-eyed at the towering building. Madison, ever the curious one, tilted her head back dramatically.

“Mommy, is this where Mama works?” she asked, her voice laced with awe.

“Yes, sweetheart,” you replied with a laugh. “And if we’re lucky, we’ll get to see her before she comes downstairs.”

Victoria tugged on your other hand. “Do you think Mama will let us see the cool detective stuff?”

“We’ll have to ask her,” you said, pushing the heavy precinct door open.

The squad room was buzzing with activity as you stepped inside. All eyes turned toward you as you entered, and a heavy silence fell over the room. Detectives Benson, Stabler, Tutuola, and Munch exchanged surprised glances. 

“Can I help you?” Olivia asked, stepping forward with her usual mix of authority and curiosity.

Before you could answer, a familiar voice rang out.

“Mommy, look! Mama!” Victoria shouted, her face lighting up as she spotted Casey emerging from the stairwell.

Casey’s expression softened immediately. She crouched down as both girls ran toward her, catching them in a warm embrace. “Hey, my girls!” she said, her voice full of love.

You followed behind, a warm smile on your face as you watched the reunion. Casey stood, holding Madison’s hand while Victoria clung to her side. She met your eyes, her own filled with affection. “Hey, you,” she greeted, leaning in to kiss you softly on the cheek.

The squad watched the entire interaction with stunned silence.

“Mama, can we eat now?” Madison asked, tugging at Casey’s sleeve. “I’m starving.”

Casey chuckled. “Yes, we can eat now. Come on, let’s find a cool restaurant.”

It was only when you were halfway out the door that Olivia found her voice.

“Wait a second. Casey?”

Casey stopped, turning back toward the squad. “Yes?”

Olivia gestured vaguely toward you and the twins. “Are you going to… introduce us?”

Casey glanced at you, her expression unreadable, and then back at the detectives. “This is Y/N, my partner. And these are our daughters, Victoria and Madison.”

“Mama, I told you I’m Madison Rose Y/L/N Novak,” Madison corrected, placing her hands on her hips.

Casey smirked. “My apologies, Madison Rose Y/L/N Novak.”

“Wait,” Fin interjected, his brow furrowed. “You have kids?”

“Yes,” Casey said simply, her tone making it clear that she didn’t see why this was such a surprise.

The detectives exchanged another round of glances, clearly trying to process this new information. Before anyone could say more, Casey turned back to you and guided you all toward the elevators.

Later that day, when the precinct had quieted down, Olivia found Casey sitting at her desk, reviewing a file. She hesitated for a moment before walking over and sitting on the edge of the desk.

“Hey,” Olivia said softly.

Casey looked up, her expression guarded. “Detective Benson. What can I do for you?”

Olivia sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “I just… wanted to apologize if we’ve been unfair to you.”

Casey raised an eyebrow. “That’s not necessary.”

“No, it is,” Olivia insisted. “We’ve been holding you to Alex’s standard, and that’s not fair. We didn’t give you a chance, and I’m sorry.”

Casey’s features softened slightly, though she still seemed wary. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Olivia hesitated again, then asked, “Why didn’t you tell us about your family?”

Casey set down the file and leaned back in her chair. “Because it’s personal. And, frankly, I didn’t think you cared.”

Olivia winced. “That’s fair. But we do care. Or at least, we should.” She paused, then added, “Your girls are adorable, by the way. Madison seems like a handful.”

Casey’s lips quirked into a small smile. “She is. But I wouldn’t trade her or Victoria for anything.”

“Y/N seems great too, and she’s extremely gorgeous.” Olivia said. “You’ve got a good thing going.”

“I do,” Casey agreed, her voice softening. “They’re my world.”

For the first time since she joined the squad, Casey felt a sense of acceptance. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

And for now, that was enough.

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Would you write f reader x alex in which they’re friends and reader has been secretly pining over alex for a while but hears some rumors about alex and olivia so she starts pulling away and avoiding alex to avoid getting hurt?

a/n: thank you for requesting! I hope you like it. summary: read it above pairing: Alex Cabot x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.2K

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Misunderstood - Alex Cabot

You’d never been one to believe in clichés, but the moment you’d met Alex Cabot, it was as if every love song, every romantic movie montage, every cheesy metaphor you’d ever rolled your eyes at had suddenly made sense.

Her golden hair fell in perfect waves around her sharp jawline. Her suits were always tailored to perfection, exuding power and grace. But it wasn’t just her looks that captivated you. It was her fire, her unwavering dedication to justice, her quick wit, her rare moments of softness.

You were friends. Just friends. At least, that’s what you reminded yourself every time your heart fluttered when she smiled at you, every time your stomach somersaulted when her hand brushed yours, every time you caught yourself daydreaming about her lips.

You’d kept your feelings locked away, convinced she’d never see you as more than a friend. Alex Cabot, the brilliant, gorgeous ADA, had no shortage of admirers, and you didn’t dare risk ruining the friendship you cherished so deeply.

But lately, something had changed.

It started with whispers.

You were working late at the precinct, finishing up paperwork, when you overheard two detectives talking in the breakroom.

“Cabot and Benson, huh?” one said with a smirk.

The other chuckled. “Yeah, it makes sense. They’re always together. Heard they were seen having dinner last week, just the two of them.”

Your heart plummeted.

Alex and Olivia? You’d always known they were close, their bond forged through countless trials and tribulations. But you’d never considered…

The rumors followed you like a shadow, growing louder in your mind with every passing day. You started noticing things you hadn’t before: the way Alex and Olivia exchanged subtle smiles, the way they lingered after meetings.

It was unbearable.

The thought of Alex being with someone else, especially Olivia - someone who seemed so perfect for her - was like a knife twisting in your chest. You couldn’t face her, couldn’t risk letting your feelings slip and humiliating yourself. So, you did the only thing you could think of: you started pulling away.

At first, Alex didn’t seem to notice.

You stopped lingering after work, stopped accepting her offers for coffee or lunch. When she texted, you kept your responses short, polite, and vague. You told yourself it was for the best, that creating distance would help you move on.

But it hurt. God, it hurt.

You missed her laugh, her sharp insights, her warmth. You missed the way she’d lean in close when she was telling you a secret, the way her eyes would light up when she was passionate about something.

Still, you held firm.

Until one evening, when Alex cornered you outside the precinct.

“Y/N,” she called, her voice laced with confusion and frustration.

You froze, clutching your bag tighter. “Alex. Hi.”

Her piercing blue eyes searched yours. “What’s going on?”

You blinked, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”

She crossed her arms, her expression a mixture of hurt and determination. “Don’t play dumb. You’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something to upset you?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding. You wanted to tell her the truth, to confess everything, but fear held you back. Instead, you shook your head. “No, of course not. I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy,” she repeated, her tone skeptical. “Y/N, we’re friends. You don’t think I’d notice when something’s wrong?”

Friends. The word stung more than it should have.

“It’s nothing, Alex,” you said, forcing a smile. “Really.”

Her gaze softened, but the hurt didn’t leave her eyes. “If you say so.”

For weeks, the distance between you grew. Alex tried to reach out, but you kept her at arm’s length.

Then, one night, you found yourself at a bar with some coworkers, trying to drown your sorrows in a cocktail. You were just about to order another when a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Y/N.”

You turned to see Alex standing there, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She looked stunning, as always, in a black blazer and fitted jeans.

“Alex,” you said, your voice shaky.

“We need to talk.”

“I don’t think—”

“Now,” she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument.

She led you outside, where the cool night air hit your flushed cheeks.

“Enough is enough,” Alex said, her voice firm but not unkind. “I don’t know what I did to make you pull away, but I can’t just stand by and watch you shut me out.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you struggled to find the right words.

“You didn’t do anything,” you said quietly. “It’s not your fault.”

“Then why?” she pressed, stepping closer. “Why are you avoiding me?”

You looked down, unable to meet her gaze. “Because it hurts.”

Her brows furrowed. “What hurts?”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you finally let the words spill out. “Being around you. Pretending I don’t feel the way I do. Hearing everyone talk about you and Olivia and knowing I’ll never—”

You broke off, your voice cracking.

Alex stared at you, her eyes wide with shock.

“Y/N…” she began, her voice softening. “You think… you think I’m with Olivia?”

You nodded, your throat tight.

She let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. “God, no. Olivia’s like a sister to me. Those rumors - whatever you heard - it’s not true.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “It’s not?”

“No,” she said firmly. “And even if it were, it wouldn’t matter. Because there’s only one person I’ve been thinking about. One person I’ve been wanting to spend more time with, if she’d let me.”

Your breath caught as she stepped closer, her blue eyes locking onto yours.

“Y/N,” she said softly, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “It’s you.”

Time seemed to stand still as her words sank in.

“It’s me?” you whispered, hardly daring to believe it.

“It’s you,” she repeated, her hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “I thought I’d made it obvious, but I guess I wasn’t as clear as I thought.”

Tears streamed down your face as a disbelieving laugh escaped your lips. “I’m an idiot.”

She smiled, her thumb brushing away a tear. “You’re not an idiot. Just a little oblivious.”

A nervous laugh bubbled between you, and then, before you could overthink it, Alex leaned in and pressed her lips to yours.

It was everything you’d ever imagined and more, soft, warm, and filled with a tenderness that made your heart ache in the best way.

When she pulled back, her forehead resting against yours, she whispered, “Please don’t pull away from me again.”

You nodded, a tearful smile spreading across your face. “I won’t. I promise.”

For the first time in weeks, your heart felt whole again. And as Alex pulled you into her arms, you knew you’d never have to hide your feelings from her again.

You were hers. And she was yours.

Finally.

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Baaaabe this time I'm not coming with a Olivia request 🤭

Could you write a fic Rollins x Reader where reader is a new solo mom getting back in the work field and find in Rollins a village 🥹 if you can, do it with a looooot of fluffy

a/n: thank you for your request summary:read it above pairing:Amanda Rollins x female reader warnings: none word count: 866

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A Village in You - Amanda Rollins

It was your first day back in the workforce after two years of being a stay-at-home mom. You’d taken time off to care for your daughter, Ellie, now an energetic two-year-old who loved dinosaurs, chocolate milk, and sleeping exclusively in your bed. You were nervous. Excited, sure, but mostly nervous. Finding the balance between motherhood and a demanding new job wasn’t something you’d mastered yet or even attempted.

Your first day at the 16th Precinct had been overwhelming in every way possible. Meeting new coworkers, learning the ropes, and reminding yourself not to accidentally call your boss “sweetie” like you did your toddler was enough to make your head spin. But what stood out the most was Amanda Rollins.

From the moment Amanda introduced herself, she made you feel at ease. There was something warm and approachable about her, like she instinctively understood how intimidating this transition was for you. Her Southern drawl softened her words, and her easy smile felt like a hand reaching out to steady you.

“You holding up okay, Y/N?” Amanda asked later that afternoon as the two of you walked out of the precinct. She’d noticed the slight sag in your shoulders and the faraway look you got when you checked your phone for updates from Ellie’s babysitter.

“Yeah, I think so. It’s just… a lot,” you admitted, adjusting the strap of your bag. “I haven’t done this in a while. I keep worrying I’ll mess something up at work or that Ellie will forget I’m her mom because I’m not with her 24/7 anymore.”

Amanda chuckled softly. “Trust me, I get it. I’ve got two kids myself. Balancing this job and being a mom? Not easy. But you’re doin’ great. And Ellie? She’s lucky to have a mom who cares this much.”

Her words were like balm to the self-doubt clawing at your chest. You hadn’t expected anyone to notice how much you were struggling, let alone reassure you.

“Thanks, Amanda. That… means a lot,” you said, offering a shy smile.

From that day on, Amanda became your unofficial support system.

Over the next few weeks, Amanda was always there, in ways big and small. She was the one who showed you the fastest way to get through the mountain of paperwork. She had a knack for stepping in when a suspect’s attitude made you feel out of your depth. And when you had to leave early because Ellie had a fever, Amanda waved off your apologies with a firm, “Family comes first, Y/N. Always.”

One evening, after a particularly grueling case, Amanda insisted on driving you home. You hesitated, not wanting to impose, but she was already opening the passenger door for you.

When you got to your apartment, Ellie toddled over to greet you with open arms and a chorus of giggles. Amanda’s face softened at the sight.

“This is Ellie,” you introduced, scooping her up. “Ellie, this is Amanda.”

“’Manda,” Ellie repeated, grinning at the new face.

Amanda’s heart melted. “Well, hey there, sweet pea. You’re even cuter than your mom said.”

Ellie giggled harder, clearly charmed, and Amanda stayed for dinner that night. It became the first of many nights where she would join you, sometimes bringing dessert or toys for Ellie, always bringing her warmth and calm presence.

As months passed, Amanda became part of your routine. She was there for daycare pickups when your shifts ran late, quick coffee runs that turned into life advice sessions, and the occasional impromptu movie night when Ellie demanded an audience for her dramatic reenactments of The Land Before Time.

One rainy Saturday afternoon, Amanda showed up at your door with a bag of groceries and an umbrella. “Figured you could use a little help,” she said casually, though the kindness in her eyes betrayed her words.

The three of you spent the afternoon baking cookies (well, you and Amanda baked while Ellie spilled flour everywhere) and playing board games. At some point, Ellie fell asleep on the couch, clutching Amanda’s hand.

“She adores you,” you said softly, watching the scene unfold.

Amanda looked at you, her expression tender. “The feelin’s mutual.”

You hesitated before speaking again, your heart pounding. “I don’t know how I would’ve done any of this without you, Amanda. I mean it. You’ve been… everything I didn’t know I needed.”

Amanda’s gaze held yours, her voice quiet but steady. “Y/N, you don’t have to do this alone. I’m here. For you and Ellie. Always.”

Her words settled over you like a promise, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you weren’t just surviving, you were thriving, thanks to her.

It wasn’t long before Amanda was more than just a coworker, more than a friend. She became the one who reminded you that you didn’t have to carry it all alone. And in her, you found something you hadn’t expected. A partner, a confidant, and the love you’d always dreamed of.

As Ellie stirred awake that evening, blinking up at Amanda with sleepy eyes, you couldn’t help but smile. For the first time, your little family felt complete.

And it was all because of her.

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I just wanna say thank you for feeding us with your marvelous writing!

I was so thirsty for law & order fics 🥹💕

aww thank you so much, i'm trying my best haha

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I am LIVING for your Casey fics!! Tysm 💞💞

could I please request a female reader x Casey where r is dating Casey and Olivia benson is readers mum. R end up in the hospital like a car accident or smth and Casey is there when Liv gets the calls and insists on going with her which liv thinks is really weird but lets her; she stays the whole time and when they’re finally allowed in to see r who is asleep Olivia confronts Casey as to why she’s there and she says “I’m in love with your daughter” reader wakes up and hears it hehe thankbuuu <333

a/n: thank you, I appreciate it!! and thanks for requesting, love, I hope you like it. summary: read it above pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.3K

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Accident - Casey Novak

The day was routine, the hum of work filling the SVU precinct. Olivia Benson sat at her desk, pouring over a witness statement. Casey Novak was nearby, discussing legal strategies with Elliot, her voice confident as she gestured animatedly. It was a typical day until it wasn’t.

Olivia’s phone buzzed on the desk, an unknown number flashing on the screen. She answered briskly, as always. “Detective Benson.”

The voice on the other end was calm but carried that clinical detachment Olivia had learned to dread. “This is Bellevue Hospital. Are you the emergency contact for Y/N Benson?”

The world tilted, her breath catching in her throat. “Yes,” she said, her voice sharp and urgent. “That’s my daughter. What happened?”

“She was in a car accident. She’s stable, but we need you to come to the hospital.”

Olivia stood abruptly, her chair screeching across the floor. “I’m on my way,” she said, her voice tight and controlled despite the fear clawing at her chest.

Casey, who had been in mid-sentence with Elliot, froze when she caught Olivia’s expression. She had never seen Olivia look like that, wide-eyed and pale, her usual steady demeanor shattered. Casey was at her side in a heartbeat. “Liv? What is it?”

“It’s Y/N,” Olivia said, her voice almost breaking. “She’s been in an accident. I have to...” She started toward the door, already grabbing her coat.

“I’m coming with you,” Casey said immediately, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Olivia turned, startled by Casey’s insistence. “Casey, you don’t have to—”

“I need to,” Casey cut her off, her eyes blazing with determination. Her chest felt tight, her heart pounding as if it might burst. She couldn’t explain it, couldn’t say the words she had been swallowing for months, not now, not here. But the thought of something happening to Y/N, the woman who had quietly, completely stolen her heart, was unbearable. “Please, Liv.”

Olivia hesitated, thrown by the raw urgency in Casey’s voice. She had never seen Casey like this. For a moment, she wondered why her presence seemed so important to the ADA, but there was no time to question it. She nodded curtly, and they left together.

The ride to the hospital was suffocating. Olivia gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white, her thoughts spiraling into dark places despite the hospital staff’s assurance that Y/N was stable. Her baby - her Y/N - was lying in a hospital bed, hurt. The thought was too much.

Beside her, Casey sat rigid, her hands clenched in her lap. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, her mind racing with images she didn’t want to see, Y/N unconscious, Y/N in pain, Y/N slipping away before she ever had the chance to say everything she felt. Her chest felt heavy, every moment in the car stretching into eternity. She wanted to ask Olivia to drive faster, but she knew better than to interrupt the laser-focused panic that radiated off her.

“Who called?” Casey finally asked, her voice quieter than usual.

“Bellevue. They said she’s stable,” Olivia replied, but her tone was clipped, betraying how little comfort those words gave her. “That’s all I know.”

Casey nodded, staring out the window but not seeing anything. She tried to focus on those words - “she’s stable” - but they felt so fragile, so thin. Like they could shatter at any moment. She pressed her lips together, willing herself not to fall apart. Y/N needed her to hold it together. Olivia needed her to hold it together.

When they reached the hospital, Olivia moved with purpose, her steps quick and decisive as she approached the front desk. Casey followed close behind, her stomach twisting into knots.

“I’m here for Y/N Benson,” Olivia said sharply.

The receptionist scanned her computer. “She’s in the emergency ward, room 312. She’s stable.”

Olivia nodded and turned, but Casey noticed her shoulders drop slightly in relief at the confirmation. They followed the directions to the waiting area outside Y/N’s room, where they were met by a doctor.

“Detective Benson?” the doctor asked, and Olivia stepped forward immediately.

“Yes. How is she?”

The doctor smiled gently. “She’s stable. She suffered a mild concussion and some bruising, but there’s no internal bleeding or fractures. She’s very lucky.”

Olivia sagged against the wall for a moment, exhaling a shaky breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Relief surged through her, warm and overwhelming. But the relief only partially dulled the lingering panic, her daughter had been hurt, and Olivia needed to see her, to hold her hand, to make sure she was really okay.

Casey, standing slightly behind her, let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. The tension in her chest loosened just slightly. But even with the doctor’s reassurance, the need to see Y/N - to touch her, to make sure she was truly okay - didn’t abate.

“You can go in,” the doctor said, “but she’s still asleep.”

Olivia nodded and moved toward the door. Casey hesitated for a split second before following, unable to stay behind.

The sight of Y/N in the hospital bed hit Olivia like a punch to the gut. Her daughter looked so small, so fragile, lying pale and motionless against the stark white sheets. Olivia moved to her side immediately, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N’s face, her fingers trembling slightly.

Casey hovered near the door, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. Seeing Y/N like this, even just asleep, made her knees weak. She wanted to rush to her side, to hold her hand, but she wasn’t sure if she had the right. She didn’t know where she stood, not with Y/N, not with Olivia.

For several long moments, the room was quiet except for the soft beeping of the monitors. Finally, Olivia turned to Casey, her brow furrowing. “Casey, why are you here?” she asked, her voice quieter than usual but edged with genuine confusion. “You didn’t have to come.”

Casey froze. Her throat tightened, panic surging as she tried to find the words. She couldn’t lie, not here, not now, not after the terror she’d felt all day. She looked at Olivia, her green eyes filled with something raw and vulnerable. “I… I’m here because I’m in love with your daughter.”

The confession tumbled out, unplanned but undeniable, and Casey immediately felt the weight of it. Her heart raced as Olivia stared at her, stunned. The silence was deafening.

“You’re what?” a groggy voice croaked from the bed.

Both women turned sharply to see Y/N blinking blearily, her voice hoarse but her expression faintly amused.

Casey’s panic dissolved into something softer, her shoulders relaxing as she stepped closer to the bed. “I’m in love with you,” she repeated, her voice steadier this time, her gaze locked on Y/N’s.

Y/N blinked again, her lips curving into a faint smile despite the exhaustion etched into her features. “Took you long enough,” she mumbled, her tone teasing but affectionate.

Casey let out a soft laugh, the tension finally melting from her. She reached out, hesitating for just a moment before taking Y/N’s hand gently in hers.

Olivia watched the exchange, her shock fading into something like realization. She crossed her arms, her protective instincts warring with the knowledge that she had seen how Casey looked at Y/N and how Y/N looked at Casey.

After a long moment, Olivia sighed. “We’ll talk about this later,” she said, her tone firm but not unkind.

For now, she let it go. Watching Casey and Y/N, Olivia realized that maybe her daughter was in good hands.

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Hey! Just was wondering if u could make some Alex Cabot x fem-reader smut? It could be supposedly a one night stand and when alex wakes up, readers just looking at alex already missing her thinking their paths wont ever re-connect again but she becomes wrong..🫢

a/n: thank you for requesting this! summary: read it above pairing: Alex Cabot x female reader warnings: 18+! smut, dom!Alex, praising, dirty talk, fingering (reader receiving), eating out (both Alex and reader receiving), use of strap-on (reader receiving) word count: 4.8K

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One Night Stand - Alex Cabot

The bar was busier than Y/N’d expected for a Tuesday night. She’d only stopped in to kill a bit of time, a place to decompress after a long day, and maybe to nurse a single drink before heading home. But the moment Y/N’s eyes landed on her, sitting alone at the far end of the bar, something shifted.

There was something magnetic about her. The sharp lines of her suit and the crisp precision of her appearance didn’t match the way her fingers curled loosely around the glass of whiskey in front of her. Her blonde hair was slightly disheveled, as if she’d run her hands through it in frustration one too many times. She carried herself with a quiet authority, but the tension in her shoulders gave her away, this woman was not here by choice, but by necessity.

Y/N hadn’t meant to strike up a conversation, not really. But there was something in her eyes, something guarded and tired, that made the Y/H/C haired woman lean over and make a casual comment about the crowd.

“Busy for a Tuesday, isn’t it?”

She glanced at her, her expression unreadable at first, and for a moment, Y/N thought she’d overstepped. But then the corner of her mouth quirked into the faintest hint of a smile.

“It is,” she said, her voice smooth and low, but there was an edge of exhaustion there too.

And just like that, the spark of conversation ignited.

What started as small talk morphed into something deeper. Her name was Alex. Y/N didn’t ask for her last name—she didn’t need to know. She talked about her job in vague terms, and Y/N could tell she was the kind of person who carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. Y/N shared bits and pieces of herself too, nothing too intimate, but enough to feel like she was slowly peeling back layers with Alex.

There was a moment when her laughter rang out, a sound so rare and genuine that it made Y/N’s chest tighten. She didn’t know what compelled her to be so honest with Alex, but something about her made Y/N feel safe.

When the bar started to thin out and they both realized they weren’t quite ready to say goodbye, her hand brushed yours.

“Do you want to come to my place?” she asked, her tone casual, but her eyes searching Y/N’s for an answer.

Y/N was a smart woman, she knew exactly why Alex invited her over. She wasn’t one who would usually agree to this but something about the older woman excited her.

And she said yes.

Once inside, the apartment was just as Y/N had imagined: meticulously organized with a touch of sophistication. The living room boasted a sleek, modern design, with a large bookshelf filled with legal tomes and a few personal mementos.

But before she could explore more of Alex’s little world, the blond’s hand found the small of Y/N's back, gently guiding her into the hallway. The air was thick with unspoken desire, and Y/N's pulse quickened with every step they took towards the bedroom. They paused outside the door, eyes locked, and the silence was deafening.

Alex leaned in, her breath warm and sweet against Y/N's ear as she whispered, "I've wanted to do this the moment we locked eyes.” It was all the encouragement Y/N needed. She closed the distance between them, her hand sliding around the back of Alex's neck, pulling her in for a kiss that was both hungry and tender. Their lips met with a spark that ignited a fire in her belly, and she felt herself melting into the embrace.

Their kiss grew more urgent as they stumbled into the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them, cutting off the rest of the world. 

Alex's hand slid down to Y/N's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together. Y/N could feel the heat of her through their clothes, and it sent a thrill through her. They broke apart momentarily, both panting, to remove their jackets and shirts, the fabric whispering against their skin. Alex's fingertips grazed Y/N's bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. 

Alex took the lead, her confidence in the bedroom just as commanding as it was in the courtroom. She gently pushed Y/N onto the bed, her own body following closely behind. The mattress gave slightly beneath their combined weight, the sensation sending a jolt of excitement through Y/N's body. They continued to kiss passionately, their hands exploring each other's bodies with an urgent hunger that had been building for hours.

"You're so beautiful," Alex murmured against Y/N's skin as she trailed kisses down her neck, her praise as intoxicating as the sweet scent of her perfume. Y/N's cheeks flushed at the admission, and she could feel the heat of her own desire pooling between her legs. Alex noticed and smiled; her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Your eyes," Alex said, tracing a finger along Y/N's jawline, "They're like looking into the ocean at midnight. So deep, so full of secrets." Y/N's breath hitched as she felt the ADA's fingertips brush against her collarbone, sending a shiver down her spine. "And your mind," Alex continued, her voice a soft caress, "It's like nothing I've ever encountered before. So sharp, so insightful." Y/N couldn't help but smile at the compliment, her heart swelling with affection.

Their kisses grew deeper, more passionate as Alex's hand drifted lower, her fingers unhooking the button of Y/N's pants with a smooth practiced ease. "I love the way you think," she murmured against Y/N's neck, her tongue tracing the shell of her ear, "And I can't wait to see how you feel." Y/N's breath grew ragged as she felt the zipper of her pants slide down, the cool air brushing against her exposed skin. Alex's touch was electric, sending shockwaves through her body as those long, elegant fingers began to explore her.

"You're so responsive," Alex whispered, her voice, "Every little touch is like a confession you've been waiting to make." Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as Alex's fingers moved with purpose, stroking and teasing in a way that had her arching into the touch. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure, her body begging for more.

"You make me so wet," Alex said, her voice a seductive purr, "Every time I will think of you after tonight, I will get this image in my head of you, all flushed and trembling, just like this." Y/N could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, the fabric of her underwear growing damp. Alex's words were a siren's song, guiding her closer to the edge she hadn't even realized she was teetering on.

"And your mouth," Alex whispered, her breath hot against Y/N's skin as she kissed along her collarbone, "It's like a weapon. So sharp, so precise, and when you use it to argue with me over something stupid after knowing me for only two hours...it's like nothing I've ever seen. Brave." Y/N's breath caught in her throat as Alex's hand slipped into her panties, her fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub in slow, deliberate circles.

"You're so good with your hands," Y/N managed to murmur, her voice a husky whisper. Alex chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through her body. "You have no idea," she said, her voice a low, sultry promise. Her thumb found Y/N's sensitive spot, pressing down gently as she continued her sweet talk. "I've thought about you like this all night, naked and spread out before me, begging for my touch."

"You drive me wild, Y/N," Alex whispered, her breath hot and ragged. "You’re so fucking sexy." Her fingers moved in a steady rhythm, bringing Y/N closer and closer to the edge of release. "And now," she said, her voice a low growl, "now I get to see what else you're good at."

Y/N's eyes shot open, her gaze locking with Alex's intense blue stare. "I want to make you come," Alex said, her voice a seductive purr, "I want to feel you fall apart beneath me." Her words were like a drug, each syllable a drop of sweet poison that coursed through Y/N's veins, making her ache with need.

Alex's thumb pressed against Y/N's clit harder as her other digits slid into the slick warmth of her center. "You're so wet for me," Alex murmured, her voice thick with lust, "It's like your body's been waiting for this just as much as I have." Y/N's hips rocked in response, her body moving of its own accord to meet each skilled touch.

"Your skin," Alex continued, "It's so soft, like silk. And the way you taste..." She leaned down to kiss Y/N's neck, her tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive line of her pulse. "It's intoxicating." Her teeth grazed the soft skin of Y/N's shoulder, eliciting a gasp that turned into a moan as she began to move her fingers faster.

Alex whispered sweet nothings into Y/N's ear, her voice a soothing balm that only served to heighten the intensity of the moment. Her breath was warm against Y/N's skin, "It’s the closest I’ve ever been to divine. Your nails digging into my back as I make you scream my name." Y/N's body responded to the words, her hips rising to meet Alex's hand, her breaths growing shorter and more ragged.

"You're so wet, so tight," Alex murmured, her voice a symphony of desire, "It's like you're made for me, princess." Her words were punctuated by the sound of their skin slapping together, the rhythm increasing as Alex picked up her pace. "Cum for me," she urged, her eyes boring into Y/N's, "Let me feel it, let me see it."

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat as she felt the tension building, the coil tightening within her. "Mhmm yeah," Alex hummed in approval, her own breaths coming faster now, "That's it." The sound of her voice was like a trigger, sending Y/N spiraling over the edge. She threw her head back, a cry of pleasure tearing from her throat as her body convulsed beneath Alex's skilled touch.

"Fuck," Y/N gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, "Fuck yes, Alex." The wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. Alex didn't let up, her fingers moving in a way that prolonged the ecstasy, drawing it out until Y/N thought she might shatter.

Alex moaned, her voice a symphony of satisfaction as she watched Y/N's body writhe and arch. She knew she had Y/N right where she wanted her, under her control, begging for more. Her own need was building, the pressure in her core demanding to be acknowledged.

Withdrawing her hand from Y/N's underwear, Alex stood to remove her own, her eyes never leaving Y/N's flushed face. She unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to reveal her matching lace lingerie. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her own arousal mirroring Y/N's.

"Take off your bra," Alex ordered, her voice thick with desire. Y/N complied; her eyes locked on the ADA's. She watched as Alex's breasts were revealed, her nipples hard and peaked, begging for attention. The sight was enough to make Y/N's mouth water, but she kept her hands at her sides, letting Alex take control.

Alex approached the bed. She straddled Y/N's thighs, her hand moving down to her own panties, her fingers slipping inside as she leaned down to play with Y/N's breasts. "You like watching me, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. Y/N nodded, unable to form words. "Tell me," Alex demanded, her eyes glinting with challenge, "Tell me how much you want to taste me."

Y/N's eyes widened as she felt the weight of Alex's gaze on her. "I...I want to," she managed to say, her voice shaky with lust, "I want to taste you." Alex's smile grew wicked as she began to rub her clit in time with her strokes on Y/N's breasts. "Good girl," she murmured, "Tell me how much you want to feel my juice on your tongue."

"So much," Y/N breathed, her chest heaving, "I want it more than anything." Alex leaned closer, her eyes dark with desire. "You're going to beg for it," she whispered, her voice a siren's call, "Beg for me to fill your mouth with it."

Her own hand moved faster between her legs; the sound of her wetness audible in the quiet room. "Look at you," she said, her eyes glinting, "So eager for me." Y/N couldn't take her eyes off of Alex's hand, watching as her fingers danced over her clit. It was mesmerizing, a dance of need and want that had her own body responding in kind.

"You're so fucking hot," Alex whispered, her voice strained, "The way you look at me, the way your chest heaves when I talk dirty to you." Her hand squeezed Y/N's breast, her thumb rolling over the nipple until it was a tight peak.

"Alex," Y/N breathed, her voice shaky with anticipation, "I want you so badly."

Alex's eyes flashed with desire. "Show me," she whispered, sliding down until she was straddling Y/N's face. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and power that had Y/N's mouth watering. Without hesitation, she parted Alex's folds with her tongue, tasting the sweetness that awaited her.

"Mhmm, yes," Alex moaned, her voice a throaty growl, "Just like that." Her hips began to rock, her movements growing more urgent as she ground herself against Y/N's mouth. "You're going to make me come so hard," she panted, "I've wanted it for so long, to feel you devouring me."

Their eyes met, and the intensity in Alex's gaze was like looking into the heart of a storm. "You're going to swallow every drop," she ordered, her voice a mix of lust and dominance. Y/N nodded, her own desire spiking at the thought. The idea of pleasing Alex like this was all she could focus on.

Alex straddled her face, her thighs tight around Y/N's head, and the intimate pressure was almost too much to bear. Y/N's mouth watered at the thought of what was to come, her heart racing in anticipation.

Alex's hips began to rock in time with Y/N's ministrations, her breath hitching with every stroke of Y/N's tongue. "Fuck," she gasped, her voice thick with need, "You're so good at this." Y/N felt a thrill at the words, her own arousal spiking as she eagerly lapped at the wetness she found. "Suck my clit," Alex demanded, her voice a whipcrack of desire. "Make me cum, make me scream."

Y/N obeyed, her tongue circling the sensitive bundle of nerves before sucking it into her mouth. Alex's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of their passion. "Yes," she hissed, "Yeah. Like that." Her hand found the back of Y/N's head, her grip tight as she began to grind against her face. "I'm going to come so hard," she panted, her voice a desperate chant, "You're going to make me come all over your mouth."

Y/N could feel the tension coiling tighter within Alex, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She slid two fingers into the ADA's wetness, curling them up to hit that perfect spot. Alex's thighs tightened around her head even more, and she knew she was close. "Cum for me," Y/N urged, her voice muffled against the heat of Alex's sex, "I want to taste you."

Alex's response was a strangled cry as she gave in to the pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Y/N felt the warmth of Alex's release against her tongue, the taste of her desire flooding her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, relishing the salty sweetness that filled her. "Oh fuck," Alex panted, her hand still buried in Y/N's hair, "Oh my God, yes."

Her hips stuttered as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her juices coating Y/N's face and neck. "That's it," she murmured, her voice a hoarse whisper, "Swallow it all, baby." The words were a command, one that Y/N obeyed without question, her eyes never leaving Alex's.

"You're so good," Alex praised, her voice still thick with lust, "So fucking good." Her hand remained in Y/N's hair, guiding her movements as she descended from her peak. "You know just what to do, don't you?" It wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact, one that sent a thrill through Y/N's body.

"Mmhmm," Alex hummed, her hips still rocking gently against Y/N's face, "I knew you'd be like this." Her voice was a mix of satisfaction and arousal, the latter growing with every passing second. "So eager, so hungry." Y/N's cheeks were flushed with the praise, her own need pulsing through her veins. She felt a twinge of desire between her legs, the evidence of her own arousal growing slick against her thighs once again.

Alex slid off of Y/N. She reached out, her fingers trailing down Y/N's body, leaving a line of fire in their wake. "Now, it's my turn," she said, her voice low and seductive. She moved down the bed, her eyes never leaving Y/N's as she positioned herself between her legs. "I want to taste you, to see you fall apart under my tongue."

The anticipation was almost too much for Y/N to bear as she watched Alex lean in, her eyes dark with hunger. "You're going to scream for me again, aren't you?" Alex whispered, her breath ghosting over Y/N's clit. "You're going to beg me to never stop." 

Alex didn't disappoint, her tongue delving into Y/N's slick folds with a greedy moan. The feeling was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pressure that had Y/N's toes curling. Alex's mouth was a maelstrom of sensation, her tongue flicking and swirling in a way that made Y/N's vision swim. "Oh God," she gasped, her fingers tightening in the bedsheets, "Yes.”

"You taste so fucking good." Alex licked and sucked with a fervor that was almost animalistic, her teeth grazing Y/N's clit in a way that had her hips bucking off the bed. "I've been dreaming about this pussy all night," she said, her voice muffled by the wetness between Y/N's legs, "It's even better than I imagined."

"Ahh, fuck yes." Y/N breathed, her eyes rolling back in her head, "I'm going to come for you." The words were a declaration, a promise, and a plea all rolled into one. Her hips bucked upwards, seeking more of Alex's skilled mouth. The ADA's tongue felt like heaven, a sweet torture that was bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Alex responded with a groan of her own, her mouth moving faster, her tongue pushing deeper. She could feel Y/N's muscles tensing, her body begging for release. "Let go for me," she whispered, her voice a dark siren's call.

She sucked harder, her tongue flicking rapidly over Y/N's clit as her other hand slid up to pinch her nipple.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of their passion, the only noise the desperate gasps and moans that filled the air. Y/N's body was tight as a bowstring, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

And then, Alex reached for the nightstand drawer. With a wicked smile, she pulled out a strap-on, the sight of it making Y/N's heart race. "You've been such a good girl," she purred, "Now it's time for your reward." She slid the harness into place, the leather cool against her skin, and adjusted the length of the toy with a knowing look.

"You're going to take this like the champ I know you are," Alex murmured. She grabbed a handful of lube, the sound of the bottle being squeezed echoing in the quiet room. Y/N's eyes were wide with excitement, her body already anticipating the feel of the strap-on inside her.

Alex's eyes glinted with mischief as she slicked the strap-on with lube. "You're going to love this," Alex said.

With a swift movement, Alex positioned herself at Y/N's entrance, the tip of the strap-on teasing her wetness. "Ready for me, baby?" she asked, her voice a low purr. Y/N nodded. Alex took that as her cue and pushed in, slow and steady.

"Take it," Alex murmured, her voice a sultry whisper, "Take all of me." Y/N's breath hitched as she felt the toy fill her up, stretching her in a way she never had been before. "That's it," Alex encouraged, "You're doing so good."

With each thrust, the ADA picked up the pace, her hips moving with a rhythm that had Y/N's body matching her beat. "You like being fucked by me, don't you?" Y/N nodded, unable to form words as the pleasure built within her. "Say it," Alex demanded, her voice a snarl of desire, "Say it, baby. Tell me how much you love my cock."

"I love it," Y/N gasped, the words forced out of her as Alex's strap-on hit just the right spot, "I love being fucked by you." The filthy talk spurred Alex on, her thrusts growing more demanding, her voice a symphony of dirty words that painted a picture of their passionate encounter. "You're so tight," she whispered, "So wet for me. You're going to take it all, aren't you?"

"Yes," Y/N moaned, her hips rising to meet each powerful thrust, "I'm going to take all of it, Alex." Her voice was a hoarse whisper, the words torn from her throat as the ADA's cock filled her completely.

"You're so fucking perfect," Alex growled, her eyes never leaving Y/N's face, "Your pussy's so tight around me." She slammed into Y/N with an intensity that had her toes curling, her own arousal building with every movement.

"Oh God," Y/N panted, her eyes squeezed shut, "You feel so good." Her body was a live wire, the tension coiling tighter with each thrust. Alex's praises were like a drug, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "You're going to make me cum," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea.

"That's it," Alex murmured, her voice sweet and soothing, "Let it happen." Her praises grew more fervent. "You're so beautiful, baby," she said, her eyes filled with a warmth that made Y/N's chest tighten, "So responsive, so eager for me."

Y/N could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that washed over her like a wave. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" Alex asked, her voice a seductive purr. "Mmhmm," Y/N managed to nod, her voice a strangled whisper of agreement.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you cum," Alex said, her hips moving with an almost punishing rhythm. "Your whole body tightens up and your eyes roll back." 

Y/N could feel it, the pressure building, threatening to shatter her into a million pieces. "You're going to cum so hard for me," Alex continued, her voice a soft, seductive chant.

"You're so close," Alex murmured, her eyes never leaving Y/N's face, "I can feel it, baby."

With a final, deep thrust, the dam broke. Y/N's body arched off the bed, her orgasm crashing over her. She screamed Alex's name, the sound echoing off the walls as she tightened around the strap-on, her pussy clenching in sweet agony. "That's it," Alex praised, her eyes alight with triumph and satisfaction, "You're so unbelievably beautiful like this, Y/N."

After a moment, as the aftershocks of pleasure began to subside, Alex gently withdrew the toy, her movements slow and tender. She kissed her way back up Y/N's body. When she reached her face, she claimed her mouth in a soft, lingering kiss, tasting the salt of their shared passion.

Pulling back, she looked into Y/N's eyes, her expression filled with a softness that took Y/N's breath away. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle and concerned. Y/N nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Good," Alex whispered, her thumb brushing away a strand of hair that had stuck to Y/N's damp forehead.

Her movements were slow and deliberate as she unbuckled the harness, her eyes never leaving Y/N's. She kissed her again, this time with a tenderness that belied the passion that had just consumed them. "You were incredible," Alex murmured, her voice filled with awe.

Alex pulled the covers over them both, her arms wrapping around Y/N's waist as she held her close. "You sure you’re okay?" she asked again, her voice gentle. Y/N nodded, still trying to catch her breath, her body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. "That was amazing," she managed to say, her voice hoarse from the screams that had torn from her throat.

Alex chuckled, the sound rumbling against Y/N's chest. "It was," she agreed, her nose nuzzling against the younger woman’s neck. She kissed the soft skin there, her movements tender as she took care not to disturb the delicate moment.

They lay there for a few minutes, their bodies entwined, hearts beating in the same rhythm. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air. Y/N felt a sense of contentment wash over her, the kind that only came after a truly mind-blowing sexual encounter.

"We should probably get some sleep," Alex murmured, her voice a soft caress against Y/N's ear. Y/N nodded, her eyes already drifting closed. They shifted positions, Alex spooning her from behind, her hand resting gently on Y/N's stomach.

The sunlight crept in too soon.

Y/N woke up first, the hazy warmth of morning wrapping around her like a second blanket. For a moment, she didn’t move, afraid to disturb the peaceful stillness of the room. Alex was still asleep beside her, her hair tousled, her lips slightly parted. The sharp lines of her face were softer now, free of the tension Y/N’d noticed the night before.

She looked beautiful.

But as the young woman watched her, a dull ache settled in her chest. This was a fleeting moment, wasn’t it? A one-night stand, no matter how meaningful it might have felt in the moment. Alex’s world was so far removed from hers that the idea of their paths crossing again felt impossible.

She didn’t want to leave, but she knew it was only a matter of time before Alex woke up, and she’d have to face the inevitable goodbye. So, she stayed there, quiet and still, memorizing every detail of Alex’s face like it was the last time she’d see it.

It was a long time before she stirred.

Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, and then her eyes opened, hazy and unfocused for a moment before they landed on Y/N. She blinked, her brow furrowing slightly as she took her in.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice rough with sleep, but the corners of her mouth tugged upward in a small, sleepy smile.

“Good morning,” Y/N replied, her voice soft.

Alex studied her for a moment, her blue eyes scanning Y/N’s face with a quiet intensity that made the other girl’s stomach twist. “What’s on your mind?”

Y/N hesitated, unsure of what to say. Alex didn’t seem like the type to enjoy sentimental goodbyes, and the Y/H/C haired woman didn’t want to make this harder than it needed to be. But lying to her felt wrong.

“I was just thinking… we’re probably not going to see each other again, are we?”

Alex’s expression shifted, a flicker of something Y/N couldn’t quite place crossing her face. “Why would you say that?”

She shrugged, forcing a small, wry smile. “We’re from two different worlds, Alex. This… whatever this was, it doesn’t really happen twice, does it?”

For a long moment, she didn’t say anything. Y/N braced herself for the confirmation, for Alex to tell her that she was right. But instead, she surprised her.

“Y/N,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. “I don’t bring people back to my apartment. Ever. I don’t… I don’t do this.”

“I get it,” Y/N said quickly, trying to save her the trouble of explaining. “It doesn’t have to be a big thing-”

“No,” she interrupted, her hand reaching out to rest on Y/N’s. “You don’t get it. What I mean is, I don’t regret this. And I don’t want it to be the last time I see you.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening slightly. “You don’t?”

Alex shook her head, a small, rueful smile tugging at her lips. “I don’t. I don’t know where this is going, or what it looks like, but I’d like to find out.”

Her words settled over Y/N, sinking into the cracks of the doubt she’d carried since she woke up. Alex wasn’t promising anything, but the fact that she was willing to try was more than Y/N’d dared to hope for.

She smiled, a genuine, unguarded smile that made Alex’s own expression soften.

“Okay,” Y/N said quietly.

“Okay,” Alex echoed.

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Do you write for Criminal Minds too? I have some JJ and Emily ideas and I like to share with you so you can write another of your fabulous fics 🥹

I only write for people/characters included on my masterlist.

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i have a few exams in the following days, so writing your requests might take longer than it would usually. please be patient with me🤍

also, you can still request anything, i will try to get them done as soon as possible.

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Hey, it's me again with another Captain Benson request!

First I want to say that I love your fics 😍 could write you writean Olivia x Reader where the reader is super feminine and into the world of makeup (lolita, gyaru...) and Olivia feels forced to maintain a heteronormative act where she adapts to the "masculine" role until the reader realizes and starts to help her with this, that no matter what clothes she wears, or what profession she has, the two are in a sapphic relationship and there is nothing more "feminine" than being a woman?

I'm listening to Woman by Doja Cat hehehehe gave me this inspiration.

a/n: thank you for requesting this, I hope it's somewhat what you had in mind summary: read it above pairing: Olivia Benson x female reader warnings: none word count: 733

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Femininity - Olivia Benson

The room smelled of vanilla and jasmine, the faint scent of your favorite candle burning on the windowsill. You stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying the last touches of blush to your cheeks. Your pink, ruffled dress fluttered lightly as you moved, the lace at the hem brushing against your legs. Olivia sat across the room on your couch, still in her SVU blazer and slacks. She watched you with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“You look beautiful, Y/N,” she said, voice soft but distant.

“Thank you,” you replied, setting down the brush and turning to her. You could feel her gaze lingering on your rhinestone-encrusted nails, the pastel palette of your clothes, and the oversized bow perched atop your perfectly styled hair. “Are you sure you don’t want to dress up too? You’d look gorgeous in something like this.”

Olivia chuckled, low and almost hesitant. “This isn’t really my thing, you know? I don’t think I could pull it off like you do.”

You frowned slightly but didn’t push. It wasn’t the first time she’d deflected when you suggested she try something different from her usual wardrobe of power suits and muted tones.

Olivia’s role as a detective, as the strong, stoic protector, had always been a defining part of who she was, but lately, you’d noticed something was off. She seemed to be trying harder to fit into the “masculine” role in your relationship - opening every door, insisting on paying for every meal, even avoiding soft touches in public. At first, you thought it was sweet, her way of taking care of you, but now it felt forced.

“Liv,” you said, stepping closer and sitting beside her. “You know you don’t have to act a certain way around me, right?”

Her brow furrowed, confusion clouding her features. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. “You’ve been putting yourself in this box, like you need to be the ‘man’ in the relationship. But we’re both women. I love you for who you are, not because you’re trying to play some role.”

She looked away, her jaw tightening. “It’s not that simple, Y/N. I’m used to being strong, being the one people rely on. And with you…” She glanced at your soft, glittery appearance, her voice dropping. “I don’t want people to think I’m not enough for you. That I’m not feminine enough for you.”

Your heart broke at her words. You reached out, taking her hand in yours, the contrast between your delicate, manicured fingers and her calloused ones a poignant reminder of your different worlds.

“Olivia,” you said gently, “there’s nothing more feminine than being a woman. It doesn’t matter if you’re in a suit or a dress, if you’re wearing makeup or not. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone, least of all to me.”

She met your gaze, vulnerability shining in her dark eyes. “It’s just… you’re so beautiful, Y/N. So soft, so confident in who you are. Sometimes I feel like I don’t measure up.”

You squeezed her hand. “You’re beautiful too, Liv. In your own way. And you don’t have to change a thing about yourself for me to love you. But if you ever do want to explore a different side of yourself, I’m here for that too. We can try things together, figure it out. No judgment.”

For the first time that evening, her smile was genuine. “You mean that?”

“Of course I do,” you said, standing and tugging her to her feet. “Now, let’s start small. How about we paint your nails? Just something subtle to start with.”

Olivia chuckled, the sound lighter now. “You’re not going to rest until you get me into pink, are you?”

You grinned. “I’m very persuasive.”

She followed you to the vanity, letting you guide her into the chair. As you painted her nails a soft, neutral shade with a touch of shimmer, the tension in her shoulders melted away.

By the end of the night, Olivia wasn’t just wearing nail polish, she was smiling, laughing, and letting herself be vulnerable with you. And as you curled up together on the couch, her arms around you and your head on her shoulder, you knew that together, you were breaking down the walls of expectation and redefining what it meant to be feminine, strong, and in love.