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hwalovs · 2 years

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Hero and Leander (M)

Pairing; Alex Law, (fem) Reader Warnings; SMUT, unprotected PiV (wrap it freaks), AFAB reader, subby alex law is best alex law, kisses, cursing, just- Friends to Lovers. Alex is down-fucking-bad Word count; 3.4k

Summary; After inviting you over to work on homework together, Alex begins to understand Juliet when she compared his love for you to Hero and Leander.

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Alex was never good at his studies, he could never fully understand what his professors wanted him to if it was anything other than journalism.

You’ve known Alex since your sophomore year of college. And now, being a senior, you still weren’t used to his bold flirting or the fact you still find random pieces of women's clothing on the floor when you visit.

Graduation was just around the corner, the professors ramping up on homework and projects, swamping you in essay after essay about pointless things you were never going to use after you left the classroom.

Alex had invited you over when you talked on the phone that morning, saying you both could help each other while Juliet and David were both out at work. To him, it was the perfect excuse to have all of your undivided attention for himself. For you, it was the perfect plan to get done with your hardest essay to date.

Laying on his bed, your legs crossed under you as your eyes narrowed at the lined page in front of you, Alex knew his determination to get any of his homework done was off of the table. Especially after moaning something about your professor and how it was making you rethink your decision on going to college.

You had on his favorite sweat pants of yours, a baggy old T-shirt, and no makeup on. With your class textbook splayed out next to your open notebook, Alex couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Alex couldn’t keep his legs still, his foot fidgeting, licking and biting at his lips, picking at the edges of his nails. He was nervous that you would notice, and you would do your normal thing of grabbing his hands and asking him what was wrong.

How could he explain to you that he was so head over heels for you, that Juliet compared his infatuation with you to Hero and Leander.

At first, he was offended. How dare she compare him to a swooning man who fell so in love with a priestess that he would swim across an ocean just to see her each night?

The more he thought about it, eventually leading him to read into the story and many others like it, he thought that Juliet may actually be right about something.

Yet, you could never return his feeling, you just went on a date the previous week. Sure, the date didn’t end well and Alex ended up taking you out to make up for it. But there was no way you reciprocated his affections.

“Can you look at this for me? I keep thinking I should add something but I can’t think of where,” you asked softly, shattering his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he shook his head, licking his lips as he held out his hand, “give it here.”

When you hand it over, Alex clears his throat and refuses himself the gratitude to get lost in your eyes again.

His eyes flicker over the page, eyebrows slowly furrowing until he harshly sighs, shaking his head.

“I don’t get it.”

“Huh?” You ask, looking back up from your highlighted textbook on your lap, head tilting slightly. Fuck, he was down bad.

Leaning forwards, you crane your neck to try and read what was confusing to him, eyebrows furrowed with that small frown on your lips as you lean in close. His attention was completely void from the paper and solely focused on how your hair tickled his cheek, and your lips were so close he could lean forwards just the slightest-

“Oh!” You smile, finding what you were looking for, “that’s just a typo, I was gonna fix it when I got back home but I can just-“

Alex had stopped listening. He didn’t mean to, but your lips were too enticing to be ignored.

He thought, that if he focused hard enough, he could smell your perfume from that morning, or maybe it was your shampoo?

It didn’t matter to him, anything you did, anything you wore, Alex thought it looked best on you. He swore that when the sun rose each day, it was to warm your skin. He thought his heart was loud enough to hear across the apartment when you stretched, arms rising to the ceiling and your damn shirt showing him skin he yearned to kiss and touch.

He had to stop himself from leaning forwards to steal a kiss from you each time you applied Chapstick. Or, when you would be eating a snack and would lick your lips, effectively wiping away the remaining crumbs, he had to shift in his place to hide his arousal.

“Alex?” You're looking at him again, with those concerned eyes and downturned lips. He was nervous that his voice would give away his thoughts, but he licks his lips and swallow the lump in his throat. He wishes the blood would rush to his head, to aid in his thought process instead of down between his legs.

“Yeah?”

“You still with me?”

His head jerks a little too weirdly in a nod, his eyes looking anywhere but your eyes. Instead, focus on your lips.

He wanted to kiss you. So so badly. You were still close enough, he could just move the littlest bit and finally, do what he’s wanted to since the day he met you.

Pushing away any of his remaining doubts, his eyes meet yours again, and he jumps directly into the raging ocean.

“Can I kiss you?”

His voice is so timid you almost don’t hear him. It stuns you into silence, never hearing Alex so nervous about something. Staring at him, you process what he said slowly. The final pieces of the puzzle finally click into place and you lean forwards slightly, nodding your head gently.

Hands moving to grip your cheeks gently, he tilts his head and leans towards you, finally kissing you.

His lips are soft, gentle, and almost nervous. You don’t think you can feel him breathe until his chest shudders and his head tilts further, pulling you closer gently.

Smiling lightly into the kiss, you place a hand on his cheek, tongue sliding lightly against his lip and you swear he shivers. Your thumb gently rubs at his jaw, sucking at his lower lip until he inches closer, hands dropping from your cheeks to your thighs. He hopes you don't feel them shake over your sweatpants, but you do. You feel the smallest of tremors as he moves them up slowly, stopping when they bump the bottom of your hips.

He tastes like cigarettes and toothpaste, but you don't care. You moan softly and inch closer, the textbook falling from the bed. Sliding his hands underneath your thighs, he pulls you onto his lap. The essay was forgotten somewhere on the bed, the only thing he was focusing on was you and the way your weight settles perfectly on his aching cock.

You’re the first to pull away, smiling as you leave light kisses down his jaw, sucking on his neck. He tilts his head back, giving more space for your lips and he doesn't notice his hips canting upwards against you, grinding against your cunt. Lightly pushing at his shoulders, he leans back onto his elbows, extending his legs to push his heels into the mattress, grinding harder to satisfy the burning in his gut.

Hands sliding up his shirt, your fingers dance across his skin, lips kissing up the side of his neck until you place your lips next to his ear, “take this off, baby.”

He doesn’t think he’s ever taken his shirt off faster, throwing it to the ground as you lean back, settling more of your weight onto him, looking over his chest and stomach with dilated, lust-filled, eyes and a smile that makes him blush.

“What?” He asks softly, hands grabbing the sheets and stopping his hips.

It takes you a second before you grab the base of your shirt, lifting it over your head and dropping it to the floor, leaving you in your sweatpants and sports bra.

“Fuck,” he pushes himself up, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist while planting kisses across your chest, down the valley of your breasts. He slides his fingers under the elastic, pushing the fabric up until he can plant kisses across the skin he thought he would never see.

He thinks, that for a moment, he’s just daydreaming. Maybe his thoughts were becoming too vivid when he zones out, but that's wiped from his mind when you whine softly as he sucks onto the skin of your collarbones, your hips greedily rolling down onto his.

Your fingers move into the band of his pants, gently pulling against it with a faux pout, “wanna take this off for me?”

Nodding, he pulls away and pulls at the sports bra, your hands briefly leaving his pants to raise them, letting him take it off and throw it to the floor. But his touch never leaves your skin for longer than a few seconds, always roaming your body with a need you’ve never seen him possess before. His cheeks are a bright pink, hair messy as he falls back onto the bed and grabs your hands gently, catching his breath.

“Are you sure?”

You laugh, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his lips, “I should be the one asking you, my love.”

His response takes a second, heart racing as he decides if he wants to say it. Yet, he finds his lips forming the words before he can stop himself, fully drowning himself in his lust.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, darling.”

The fire in your gut grows at the fuel he throws onto it, burning bright and hot as his lips glisten under the light from your kisses and his eyes focus entirely on you. Just on you. You were the center of his universe at this moment, just as he was the center of yours.

“Good thing we’re on the same page then,” you coo as you pull his pants down, thumbs hooking into his boxers along the way.

There's a small, light trail of hair that leads down to his cock, which was hard and leaking, a small bead of precum leaking down the tip. When your hand wraps around the base, Alex whines, hips thrusting into your grip while his hands shoot to grab the fabric of your pants. He’s wanted this for so long, that when he imagined your touch it was nothing like this. He thought that you would be the one under him, withering from his mouth and fingers, your hands grabbing at the sheets in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

But it was him under you, desperate for your hands and your mouth on his skin. He was grabbing at your pants to ground himself so he wouldn’t begin to think this was a dream. He wanted to be in your warmth when he barreled into ecstasy by your touch, not by himself in his bed with a fire in his gut he was too embarrassed to do anything about.

Your hands leave his throbbing cock to pull your pants off, discarding them with his and his attention goes to your glistening cunt. His fingers leave the bed and slide up your thigh, stopping just short of touching you to look up, waiting for your nod of approval before sliding his fingers through your folds, moaning lightly at the wetness on his fingertips.

You let your head roll back with a moan when his fingers press into your clit, circling the small bundle before sliding down to slide the tip of his finger into you. It was easy, your hips pressing into his hand until he was knuckle deep inside you, circling his finger against the pillowy flesh. His other hand leaves the bed, thumb pressing lightly into your clit while his finger pulls out slowly, adding another and thrusting back in, curling them once more.

“You’re, fuck,” you whine, hand pressing against his chest, “You’re doing so well.”

Smiling, he bites his lip and speeds up his thrusts, adding more pressure to your clit, and focuses solely on how your eyebrows furrow or how your eyes clench shut when his fingers press into that spot.

He doesn't stop when your hand grabs his wrist, hips canting down into his thrusting fingers, he’s determined to feel you clench around his fingers, to cover his fingers in your come so he can lick it away.

When he feels you flutter around his fingers, he smiles, pressing down onto your clit and thrusting his fingers in until his knuckles bump against your skin, curling his fingers, “Come on, darling,” he encourages, your whines turning into moans, head falling back as your hips ground against him.

When you come, your hips stutter, and he moans softly with you, slowing his fingers while continuing to circle his thumb.

“There you go,” he sighs, stopping his thumb when your hips jerk away, breathing deeply until you finally set your shaking hips onto his thighs, his fingers immediately going to his mouth to lick away your taste.

Your hand envelops his cock once more, and he whines around his fingers, sucking and licking away your taste while you rise up onto your knees, angling your hips over him, and slowly sliding down. Both of you moan in the satisfying bliss. He was thick inside of you, the stretch an addicting feeling you know you'll crave hours into the night. His fingers leave his mouth to grip your hips, denying himself the want to thrust up and take you hard and fast just like how he imagined.

Hips rolling, you rise up once more, but you freeze, watching his eyes flicker from between your thighs, to your face. His eyebrows furrow, and when he tries to pull you back down, to bring your warmth back around him, you press a hand to his stomach.

“Please,” He whimpered. The blunt of his nails digging into your thighs. His hips threatened to buck up into you, cock throbbing with need, but you still didn’t move.

“Please, what, Alex?” You’re taunting him. Smirking at the sight of his burning cheeks and swollen lips, spit and come made his bottom lip glisten in the light, his tongue licking it away as he clenched his eyes shut, head pushing back into the bed before looking at you again.

“Just-“ he tries again, hands moving back to your hips, thrusting up to try and entice you to move, to bring him any form of relief. He was fidgeting, any type of relief be brings to himself, you take it away, cooing down at him with a tilt to your head.

You begin to pull away, smirking at his desperate incoherent babble of pleas when the tip stops just short of leaving your cunt. His feet plant against the bed, and he tries to bring your warmth back, but you won’t allow it.

“You can do it,” your hands move from his chest, thumb tapping against his chin and fingers card through his hair.

He doesn’t waste a second after that, “please, fuck me- do something, just please, darling, I need you-“

You drop your hips back. Leaning down to swallow down his moans and whines while grinding against him. Your thighs already burn, an ache in your knees you haven't felt in a long time, but you don't stop. You aid the fire in your gut with the sweet relief of Alex and his beautiful sounds and wild hands against your skin. He kisses along your neck, your shoulders, any place his lips could reach.

His hips buck up to meet yours, the sound of skin on skin filling his room.

“So good to me,” he babbles, stuffing his face into your neck while his hands grip your waist, “wanna-” he says again, cut off by his own whine.

Pulling away, you grab his face and look at his fucked out face, “what do you want, baby?” you moan, hips stuttering as your thighs burn.

“Fuck,” his arms wrap around your waist tightly, stopping your hips and flipping the both of you over, dragging your thighs higher onto his waist while thrusting hard and deep.

It's his turn to swallow down your moans and whines, your hands threading into his hair until he lifts to grab your wrists, pinning them gently above your head.

Your back arches off the bed, head thrown back as that familiar coil begins to tighten in your gut, hips canting up to meet his.

“Wanna make you come,” he whimpers, hair falling into his eyes as he watches you, not wanting to miss anything.

Hips non-stop, pelvis rubbing deliciously against your clit, you drown in him; his scent, and his sheets, the way his cock hit that spot just right, in his breath against your skin, and the lingering kisses across your jaw.

One of his hands drops from your wrists, licking his thumb briefly before circling your clit again, smirking at the way your moans rise in pitch, hips jerking into him.

“Come on, darling,” he encourages again, cursing under his breath when you clench tight around him, his hips stuttering, “want you to come around me, being so- fuck- so good to me.”

Hips thrusting into you harder, thumb pressing just the slightest harder, you come. Alex thinks he forgot how to breathe, your cunt clenching around him so tightly his hips almost stop.

“There you go,” he growls, grinding his hips against yours to help you ride out your high. His hands let go of your wrist, and you wrap them around his neck, gripping his hair tightly and pulling gently. His thumb leaves your clit, and he kisses down your neck, sucking onto the skin while you catch your breath.

“Wan’ you to come, baby,” you coo, kissing the side of his face.

“Don’t wanna end this,” he retorts, his hips slowing, pushing from his orgasm to drown in your more. Your hands cup his cheeks, nose bumping into his as you give him the softest kiss he’s felt, your tongue gliding against his easily, moaning at the faint taste of you on his tongue.

“Use me, Alex,” you whisper, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, urging him to speed up, to fuck you harder, “I’m yours, baby.”

It’s the nail in the coffin, “Oh, fuck yes.”

Pushing away from your neck, he kisses you tenderly as his hips begin a brutal pace, the bed creaking as he wraps an arm under your knee, pulling your leg up onto his shoulder to get deeper, to feel all of you clench tight around him.

When Alex comes, he does hard, his hips grinding into you as he whines. Leaning down to bite onto your neck, grip on your leg tightening as he rides it out. His forehead is sweaty, and his cheeks are bright red. Your moaning so sweetly under him, he thinks he may as died and gone to heaven.

His hips slow to a stop, but he doesn't pull out, wanting to stay in your warmth for as long as he can. Lightly trailing kisses across your neck and jaw until he meets your waiting lips, sucking on your bottom lip until he can lick into your mouth.

Your thighs burn, and when he slowly drops your leg from his shoulder you wrap it back around his waist.

“Alex,” you whisper, pulling away. He only hums, going back to nuzzle his face in your neck, “We gotta clean up,” you lightly rub his shoulder.

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“Wanna stay here forever,” his voice slurs as he begins to lay his remaining weight onto you, arms sliding under your body to lock you into place.

“Jesus- Alex, your sheets are gonna be ruined!” you chuckle, threading your fingers through his hair as his cock softens inside you, come beginning to drip down onto the sheets.

“Let them be ruined, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Jesus Christ, fine. Ten minutes.”

Alex only hums, knowing neither of you would get up until Juliet or David get home. Even then, Alex wouldn’t let you get up, he didn’t want to leave the warmth of you, he wanted to stay until his sheets were soaked and ruined. You knew this in your mind, and you were okay with it.

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stardancerluv · 1 year

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

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

Kisses for a Warrior

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

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

Feedback, ❤️s & reblogs are welcome!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But…but.” Your bottom lip quivered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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harpyytales · 2 years

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Office Love

Pairing; Alex law x Reader (Implied fem) Warnings; Suggestive content, Alex Law is his own warning, soft make out sesh in the office ;) Word Count; 1k

Summary; The office may be boring, but Alex Law always makes it better.

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You sat in your small cubicle. Desk littered with different files and stacks of papers, all different stories and articles you were assigned to. All of them were basic sideline stories: Local Grandma Lives To See 98; Dog Shelters Reaching Capacity; This Miracle Plant Will Save Your Gut!- boring.

You began shuffling through a few stacks of files mindlessly, only a couple minutes until your short, mandated break. When you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck you raise your eyes, wondering what could give you this weird feeling that you’re being watched. As you scan the surrounding cubicles your eyes land on him staring directly at you, unwavering. It was slightly unsettling really, but he makes up for it with that small smile of his.

Alex Law is no stranger to you, hell you’re sure he isn’t a stranger to half the other women in this room. Lately though, instead of dancing from girl to girl, he has been solely paying attention to you. You don’t mind of course, but you can’t help but wonder what thoughts were going on in that beautiful head of his.

With a raise of his eyebrows and a tap of his watch you avert your eyes to a clock on the wall. Break time. You smile and get up, making your way to a small and mostly empty break room. No more than a minute later he comes walking in.

“A little funny how often our breaks matchup like this, you aren’t stalking me, are you?” You smile as you watch him take a quick look at the coffee bar.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” He shoots back a grin and then looks as though he is contemplating something. “Actually it’s quite convenient, I need to discuss something with you about a story, but I need to get a few supplies from the closet. Would you mind walking with me?”

“Of course, lead the way.” You reply and begin following him out of the break room. You two feign small conversation on the way to the supply closet, a small space in a hallway practically no one walked through.

Once you both walked in and the door was closed it was as if a switch flipped. No more than a second after you heard the click of the handle his lips were on yours, soft hands on your hips already pulling you close. You of course reciprocated, hands flying up to run through his gorgeous blonde locks. This always earned a soft sigh from him that never ceased to make your heart flutter.

His lips moved against yours softly, sensually, as though he was taking his time. You’d be lying if this didn’t slightly catch you off guard. His usual methods more on the rough and quick side, not that you minded of course, you just never really expected to see this side of him. You felt the familiar warmth of his tongue against your lower lip, a question you were always eager to answer. Instead of plunging his tongue down your throat, he crept in. He let himself explore your mouth as though it was his first time tasting you.

He snaked one arm around your waist and brought the other up to cup your cheek, turning your face just slightly so he could pull you even closer, if that was even possible. You felt entirely out of your depth, usually these sessions were all about him, but this time the entire focus was you. A gentle thumb stroked your cheek as his other hand gently rubbed circles in your back. His sweet and smoky tongue danced with yours in delicate waltzes. It was completely out of character and honestly you were starting to feel slightly worried.

Once you both pulled away to breathe you looked at him curiously, eyeing his bottom lip that was wet with your saliva, “That was… quite different. Good, but different,”

You began to see a light blush creep onto his cheeks. Alex Law, blushing? You must be dreaming. “What can I say, I’m just full of surprises.” He replied with his signature, cocky grin.

“Is there a particular reason for this pleasant change in behavior, or should I be worried about our office shenanigans?” You asked with a small laugh, but he looked away from you. Before you could get the chance to ask him what was wrong-

“I want you to meet my roommates. Come have dinner with us, Juliet makes a brilliant Carbonara.” He stared into your eyes expectantly, awaiting an answer.

You stared back, eyes growing wide with surprise. “Come to your place? Meet your roommates? Are you sure? That feels like a big step for us, don’t you think? I don’t.. I don’t know if your roommates would even like me-” Your slightly panicked ramble was cut off when Alex rolled his eyes and kissed you again. Another soft kiss that had your words caught in your throat. He began moving his lips to your jaw and down your neck, softly nibbling and sucking in spots he knew all too well. With a sigh you were practically putty in his hands.

“Next Saturday,” He begins between kisses, “I’ll come pick you up at 6, dinner at 7.” He sounded very final in the matter. You were in no position to argue, you simply nodded and sighed as he continued to lick, nibble and suck along your throat. You were sure you were going to have to cover up with a scarf before you stepped back into the office.

He trailed his way back up and placed another, more passionate, kiss on your lips, hands holding either side of your face. When he pulled back he was practically beaming.

“Great, see you at 6.” He then tilted your head down and planted a very quick kiss to your forehead before abandoning you altogether and leaving the supply closet. But a moment later he was peeking back inside, “And for the record, they will love you.” and then he was gone again.

#jesus christ be kind to me #it's my first fic #Alex Law #Alex Law Imagine #Alex Law headcannon #Alex Law x Reader #Shallow Grave #Shallow Grave x Reader #Shallow Grave Imagine #Alex Law Imagines #Shallow Grave Imagines #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor imagine #ewan mcgregor x reader #ewan mcgregor headcannon #ewan mcgregor imagines

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parvulous-writings · 2 years

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Sick // Alex Law x Reader

Request: Hi I love your work! I was wondering if we could get some good old Alex Law x GN!Reader hurt/comfort with the reader comforting Alex? Injury, sickness, etc, just something for that poor boy. hi if your requests are still open, alex law x reader where he's sick and reader takes care of him? love your writing!

Requested by: (Unsure as these were old requests)

Summary: the requests!

Warnings: Mild language

Words: 2K

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Alex Law rarely got sick – that was one of the many points of himself that he bragged about, when he got the chance to. So rarely, in fact, that it was a small joke between yourself and Juliet that when he did eventually get sick – which, naturally he would, as was life – that it would be ‘the end of the world’. Of course, that joke came around to bite you in the ass eventually. The day started out fine – until you saw Alex standing there, his auburn hair a mess; unbrushed and erratic. His eyes seemed to have a hard time staying open, and you couldn’t recall a time he’d looked so under the weather – not even when he’s had some of his worst hangovers. Juliet looked up from her morning cup of tea, and sighed quietly; although she and David had to work today, there was little doubt that Alex would cause a fuss for you during that time. “Go back to bed, Alex.” She called to him as he slowly shuffled into the kitchen to try and get himself some food. He grumbled some half-words in reply to her, but besides that, ignored her presence, yours too. You and Juliet shared a look with one another, which loosely translated would have been something akin to “uh oh” or “oh shit”. Juliet’s expression shifted to an apologetic one; as much as she wanted to stay and help you handle the ill Law, she really could not keep asking for time off of work. “I’ll get you something,” She told you quietly as she passed, “My treat. I think you’ll have earnt it after today.” Her eyes darted briefly to Alex again, who was now slumped over a half-eaten bowl of cereal.

“Thanks, Jules…” You whisper. “Wish me luck… I feel like he’s going to kick up a fuss about everything.” You start to walk her towards the door, as Juliet gives a half-scoff, half-laugh. “As if he doesn’t normally.” “You know what I mean.” You reply, shaking your head slightly. “Mhm – I’ll see you later…” She gave a polite nod, before closing the door on her way out. You turned on your heel, and quickly moved back to the kitchen, where Alex was now putting his empty plate in the sink. “I think you should go back to bed, Alex,” You suggested to him, “I’ll make you a drink, and you can-“ “I don’t want to go back to bed.” Alex contested, “I don’t need to go back to bed.” You sighed at this; and so it begins. This was how the day was going to go - the man child of the apartment kicking up a fuss about every little inconvenience he can. “I think you do. You never know, if you’re nice to me, I’ll try to set up the telly in your room.” Were you treating him like some stroppy teenager? Maybe – but sometimes there was no other way to treat him. He could be just as difficult as a teenage boy; sometimes you and Juliet mused if he had ever actually grown up at all. You were both of the school of thought that no, he had not. David, on the other hand, would occasionally stick up for his so called friend – but only when he could first, be bothered to, or second, see a blaring misconception or mistake in your arguments. “Or,” The auburn haired man interrupted your thoughts, “I could just lay on the sofa and watch from there.” You had little time to protest to this rebuttal, as the auburn haired man got to his feet, and wandered through to the living room, leaving his now empty cereal bowl discarded on the table, for you to clean up. You sighed in annoyance, quickly moving the dirty bowl into the sink to wash up a little later, before trailing after Alex to make sure he didn't cause any trouble. Thankfully, however, it didn't seem like he was going to right at that moment. There he was, in his usual spot, legs up on the arm-rest of the sofa - despite how many times you or one of the others had told him not to sit like that - arms folded over his chest as he stared over at the screen of the apartments television. Very little was different from normal, every day life, the only noticeable difference was the fact that he was wearing his old dressing gown, rather than his usual day to day clothing of a sweater and jeans. "Get me some tissues, will you?" Alex grumbled, sniffling quietly to make his point. "You could have done that yourself before sitting on your arse again," You pointed out, but slowly started to make your way to the bathroom regardless. You had to keep the status quo somehow. With a slightly annoyed shake of your head, you grabbed a roll of toilet paper, before returning to the sick man on the sofa. You tossed the item at him with the intention of hitting the top of his head, but accidentally hit him smack in the middle of his face instead. With a cry of both surprise and protest, Alex sat upright, giving you a harsh glare. "What the fuck was that for?" He asked, irritably grabbing the toilet roll from where it had settled into his lap, rolling a few pieces around his hand, before tossing the rest aside for the time being. You gave a slight shrug in response to his question. "Sorry," "Damn right." He huffed, turning his face away from you as he wiped his nose. "What are you trying to do, kill me?" If he hadn't been in such as fowl mood, this joke would have been a lot clearer, however, it ended up sounding like a sour jab at you. "No, I'm trying to look after your sorry arse, because you're clearly feeling too sorry for yourself to do it alone." You responded, quite calmly. Alex froze mid nose-wipe, his eyes turning slightly to rest on you, narrowing slightly in irritation. You stood your ground though, all but used to the way the man could act when ill, or just in a bad mood. "I'm not a baby." He grumbled, shaking his head slowly at you, auburn hair swaying slightly with the movement. "Could have had me fooled." You retorted, raising your brows as you folded your arms over your chest. "I've offered to help you, but you've shoved it back in my face... If you need me, I'll be doing housework." You informed him, before turning heel and heading into the kitchen to start the unavoidable task of housework. About an hour had passed before Alex finally started to move himself; rolling himself off of the admittedly not very comfortable sofa to go and find you. "Y/NNN..." He whined, coming to lean against the doorframe of the kitchen. "What, Alex?" You responded, quite curtly, not even turning to look at him, keeping the majority of your attention focused on your current task - cleaning out the sink. "Can you make me some soup?" He asked, and with a sigh you put down the sponge you had been using, turning your head to face him. "Why can't you get it yourself?" You reply, gesturing over to the cupboards. All Alex did in reply to this was pout, giving you the best puppy dog eyes that he could muster. You sigh, somewhat annoyed by his sudden and renewed bout of pestering, before setting to work heating the soup in the microwave. "You want me to feed it to you next?" You asked him, your irritation somewhat clear. When you looked over at him, though, he genuinely seemed to be taking a moment to really think on the offer. "Uh... No..." He replied after a few moments silence. "No, I think I've got it... Thanks." He stumbled off after you handed him the almost scalding soup. You tried to shrug off the encounter as just him being ill - but something in the back of your mind kept saying 'Maybe it's not. Maybe he wants to spend some time with you.' You paused; why would he even think of doing that, let alone want it? All too much did he treat you and the other flatmates as little more than something he had to smile and endure - unless he wanted something from any of you. Curiosity overcoming you, you returned to the living room, brows creased in a look that would have been familiar to your flatmates - the one of questioning, or interrogation. However, the man you had wished to quiz about his motives would not be responding; he had passed out, the bowl of soup left mostly empty beside him on the floor. He looked incredibly peaceful like that, away from the problems that often plagued the flat, and it's inhabitants, such as the 'friendly' disputes and tensions. You took the remainder of the soup away, not wanting him to accidentally fall on the bowl, should he try and roll over like he did from time to time in bed; quite a few times had you and your fellow residents woken up thanks to the unmistakable thump of Alex falling onto the wooden floors, followed briskly by a torrent of curses - directed at what exactly, you could never be sure. All you were sure of, was that Alex was going to be in a foul mood that morning. You were almost certain that if he were to do the same now, he'd be in an absolutely vile mood when he woke up - or maybe he'd keep sleeping if it the illness were bad enough. You decided to keep an eye on him; to check in on him every so often, when you got a spare moment from the housework you were getting on with. When he started to stir about an hour and a half later, you took a minute to break from your current task, getting him a glass of water from the kitchen and placing it on the table beside him, so he could reach it if and when he wanted to. He gave a half-hearted grumble when you started to walk away; he seemed to have picked up on the fact that you had been there, if only for a moment. "Where are you going...?" He asked, his voice little over a murmur. "To do some more housework... Are you feeling a little better?" You questioned, your voice soft, full of a little more compassion than it had been the last time the pair of you had spoken. "No..." He replied, shuffling where he lay in a futile effort to get comfortable; it would not work, nothing would be end up being as comfortable as he wanted it to be so long as he was ill. He moved again, looking at you once more, before flinging his arm over the back of the sofa. "Come over here..." He tried to beckon you over to join him, but ended up making more of a grabby hand in your direction. Though part of you wanted to just ignore him and get on with your day, you could hardly stop yourself from moving round the sofa to attempt to lay with him - with a great amount of difficulty, due to such a thin surface; you ended up a tangle of limbs, both somehow lying one on top of the other. "You better not tell Juliet about this..." You murmured to him, but Alex shrugged off your concern. "Just tell her I dragged you here and fell asleep... She'll probably believe you..." He yawned, trying to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, but ended up making more contact with your shoulder instead. It didn't take him very long to fall asleep after that, the warmth radiating from you soothing him into a somewhat peaceful slumber. You didn't try to make a fuss about it - somewhat glad that you were able to help him and finally get him to settle down. About fifteen minutes or so later, you felt your eyes get heavy too; maybe the need for a nap was infectious, or maybe it was the fact that your body was finally getting a chance to rest - you didn't really care all that much, you just gave in to sleep, snuggling up to the man next to you.

#alex law #alex law x reader #alex law imagine #Ewan McGregor imagine #90s ewan mcgregor #shallow grave #shallow grave x reader #ewan mcgregor x reader

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cathrrrine · 3 months

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how the svu characters would react to you pranking them by texting “i miss being single”

Sonny Carisi

Amanda Rollins

Nick Amaro

Casey Novak

Alex Cabot

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Fin Tutuola

Elliot Stabler

#law and order svu #x reader #cat makes text imagines #rafael barba #olivia benson #elliot stabler #fin tutuola #amanda rollins #sonny carisi #dominick carisi #nick amaro #alex cabot #casey novak #sonny is the most innocent one out of all of them hes a puppy actually

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cabotwife · 5 months

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I have an idea for a reader and Olivia Benson if you’re happy to write it. 2am Olivia gets a frantic call from reader, she’s hyperventilating and her words are coherent. Olivia manages to get out of the reader that she’s home and rushes over. As the approaches her apartment she notices the front door ajar and inside is a complete mess. She hears reader sobbing in her room, and notices she’s naked and bruised and scratched. Reader confesses her ex forced her way in and attacked her. Reader begins to space out lost in her emotions of insecurity and worthlessness, she unknowingly advances on Olivia and ends up kissing her.

thank you for your request! i hope you enjoy 💗

Enter The Night

Olivia Benson x Fem!Reader (tho r isn't described with any pronouns)

warnings: implied assault/rape (up to interpretation), typical SVU themes, poorly written fluff, not proofread

word count: ~1314 (longest one on my page so far yippie!!)

a/n: i love writing for my svu girls! there's definitely not enough fics of any of them, and my requests are open for them all :)

Olivia is jolted away by the sound of her phone ringing. she rubs her eyes as she groans, looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand.

2:43 am.

she sighs as she grabs her phone, her eyes straining at the brightness as she turns it on. the call had already ended, but she decided to check to see if it was important or not.

she frowns when she notices you’ve called more than once. she quickly clicks the ‘call back’ button, pulling the phone up to her ear as she adjusts her position in her bed.

she has an unsettling feeling forming in her chest as the phone continues to ring. finally you pick up the phone.

“y/n?” Olivia’s voice crackles through the phone.

the glass from your shattered phone stabs through your hand as you grip it tightly, pressing it against your face. you breathe heavily, unable to form any words as you can feel yourself slipping out of consciousness.

“hello? y/n?” Olivia repeats your name, worry filling her at the sound of your labored breathing. “can you tell me where you are, honey?”

suddenly the line goes dead, a sharp ‘beep’ can be heard on both sides.

“y/n?” Olivia says panicked as she tears the phone from her ear, she quickly tries to call you again, pulling her phone away to stare at it when it goes straight to voicemail.

the brunette swiftly pulls herself from her bed, hurriedly putting shoes on and grabbing her keys as she attempts to call you again. she rushes out the door of her apartment, not even bothering to change from her sleepwear.

the entire car ride is full of dread and worry, she had a quick phone call with Fin while in the car. she needed to make sure that someone knew where she was going, in case something goes down or she needs back up.

she sloppily parks in front of your apartment building, quickly rushing out of the car and into the building. she practically runs up to your apartment.

Olivia can feel her heart drop into her stomach as she nears your door, noticing it’s open.

“y/n?” she calls, pushing the door open. “oh my god.” she stands in the doorway in a state of sudden shock, everything was destroyed. there were spilled flowers on the ground by the entrance, couch cushions thrown off the couch, picture frames and trinkets spread over the floor by the kitchen island.

she continues into your apartment, taking notice of the shattered glass and blood on the kitchen floor. she freezes again when she hears the sound of heavy breathing. the brunette walks slowly towards the sound.

“oh my god, y/n!” Olivia breathes as your barely conscious body comes into view.

you were laying on your kitchen floor, slouched over against the cabinets, your body cut and bruised, your shirt is missing and your pajama shorts are ripped.

Olivia rushes over to you, dropping onto her knees to cup your cheeks, “hey- hey open your eyes for me.” she says, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.

you open your eyes ever so slightly, attempting to focus on the brunette woman in front of you.

“’livia..” you mumble, your voice raspy and you're quickly thrown into a coughing fit, blood flying from your mouth.

Olivia takes a sharp intake of breath, “i’m going to get help, okay? you’ll be okay.” she mumbles, whipping her phone from her coat pocket, calling Fin to tell him she needs paramedics at your apartment. as she’s speaking on the phone she peels her coat off of herself, wrapping it around your body in an attempt to cover up your near bare body.

she sets her phone down as the call ends. “help is on the way.. can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?” Olivia whispers as she strokes your hair gently, glancing towards the window to see if she could see the lights of the ambulance approaching.

you look up at her with tear filled eyes, “she got me, ‘livia.. she got me.” you whisper, your voice cracking as the tears begin streaming down your cheeks.

Olivia didn’t need to ask to know who you were talking about, she knows it’s Max, your ex girlfriend. since the time she began getting close to you, she had always promised to protect you from your abusive ex girlfriend.

the brunette’s eyes search over your face, “we’ll get her.. okay? what did she do to you?” you drop your head back onto the cabinet, your eyes closing slowly, “hey- hey no, keep your eyes open, honey.”

you force your eyes open, trying, and failing, to focus on Olivia, “’m sleepy..” i mumble, my eyes drooping again.

“come on, y/n, stay awake for me..” her voice is panicked as she pats your cheek, you drift into unconsciousness.

Olivia stands up as she hears footsteps approaching, hearing the sound of the ambulance sirens outside of the building. the brunette rushes towards the ajar front door, stepping out to wave the paramedics into the apartment and showing them where you lay on the floor.

the next few hours are excruciating for Olivia, you had to get surgery in order to remove the shattered vase pieces from your back, and you’re now laying unconscious in your hospital bed.

Olivia is seated next to the head of the bed, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t fall back asleep, she needed you to be okay.

“liv?” you mumble, your voice hoarse for a number of reasons. your head is pressed against the bed as you squint your eyes over at the older woman sitting beside you.

your sudden voice causes her to jump slightly, her eyes shooting from the book she was reading to you. “y/n.” she breathes as she stands up, leaving the book on the chair as she leans over you.

you grin up at her, “hey, ‘livia.”

“hi,” she whispers, running her fingers through your bangs as she stares down at you. “how're you feeling?”

you hum, shrugging your shoulders but the movement makes you wince, “i dunno.. did you get her?” as soon as the brunette frowns you know, she's still out there.

the room goes silent all except for the buzz of the lights and the slow beeping of the heart monitor.

“thank you.” it comes out as a whisper, but it confuses her nonetheless.

she scrunches her eyebrows in confusion as her eyes meet yours once more. “for what?”

it's silent for a moment before you respond, “for answering my call.. i suppose.” you gaze up at her.

a smile tugs at the brunette's lips, “i'll always answer when you call me.” she says gently “no matter the time, or the day, or how i feel..”

you giggle, “even if you hate me?”

her smile falls, but only slightly, “oh, y/n.. i could never hate you.” she whispers, her hand cupping your cheek.

you can feel your cheeks heat up slightly, “oh.” you meet her eyes again before your gaze drops to her lips. slowly you lean in before eventually you're pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss.

once you realize what you’ve done you pull away, eyes wide.

it’s silent.

your eyes begin filling with tears, “liv-” before you can say anything, Olivia leans in, kissing you. you quickly reciprocate the kiss. when you both pull away she is smiling at you, her eyes soft and her feelings towards you are evident in them.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a while..” she whispers, her thumb gently rubbing your cheek bone.

“yeah?” you chuckle, the tears that were in your eyes had now run down your cheeks, being quickly rubbed away by the brunette.

“mhmm,” Olivia hums, a loving smile on her face as she holds the gentle eye contact with you.

#olivia benson x reader #olivia benson fluff #olivia benson #law and order imagine #law and order svu #svu #requests open #alex cabot x reader #casey novak x reader #kat tamin x reader #grace muncy x reader

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alexcabotgifs · 10 months

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4x22 Futility

#alex cabot #olivia benson #svu #law and order svu #season 4 #futility #i might be bias but the episodes where they team up are always the best ones #also just imagining how excruciating it would be for alex having liv on the witness stand #cabenson

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chestnutninny · 9 days

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Open For Requests

I'm open to request ideas that I could use to write some things.

I will write for characters from shows such as Law & Order: SVU and NCIS.

I will write for Female x Female, Female x Male, and polyamorous storylines.

I will also write anything from Fluff, Angst and Smut.

I would love to receive any requests for any characters, as I haven't written anything yet.

#law and order svu #olivia benson #casey novak #alex cabot #imagines #x reader

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kayyybenson · 1 year

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How You Met - SVU Gang

Olivia, Alex, and Amanda are mother AU because I personally would love to have one of them be my mother

Sonny Carisi:

Ironically, you used to be a lawyer. You came from a rich family that always pushed you to do your best and moved from Boston to New York after secretly attending the police academy behind your parents' backs.

I walked into the squad room, Liv had told me ahead of time that there were some changes but I wasn't expecting a whole new seating arrangement. "Y/N, I know you and Amanda work harmoniously together but we have a new guy so you're going to break him in." She gestured towards the man sitting across from my desk. I placed my stuff down and sat, ignoring him. I wasn't trying to be rude I just had a lot of paperwork to do

"Nice to meet you, I'm Dominick Carisi Jr. but you can just call me Sonny." He stretched his long arm across the desk and I shook it.

"Y/N L/N. I'm guessing you're my new partner, I'm happy to be working with you, Sonny."

Nick Amaro:

You met him at the same time Amanda met him when he walked into the squad room with a full beard. Funny thing, you moved to New York long before Amanda, you were getting tired of Kim's shit.

"When are you going to stop bringing new people in?" Liv asked Cragen, it was almost like she wanted to be fired.

"When you get over Elliot. Look at Y/N, she's recovering well." Cregen pointed at me.

"I'm only doing well because Amanda is here. I'm telling you she can read my thoughts." I whispered the last part, earning a smack on the back of the head.

"Well don't hate me for this, I'm partnering you with a Narcotics transfer, and Amanda, you'll be with Fin."

"Jesus Christ, another one? Was Fin, not enough?"

"That was uncalled for." Fin jokingly glared as the elevator opened.

"Oh wow," I mumbled when I saw my new partner I walked up to him and introduced myself. "I'm Y/N Rollins, you must be the narcotics transfer."

"Is it that obvious?" I nodded and he chucked. "Nick Amaro,"

"Careful Amaro, your new partner has a bad temper." Amanda chuckled when Nick turned to you shocked.

Rafael Barba:

You were an elementary school teacher, first grade specifically. You met Rafael when one of your student's parents raped you for giving their kid a bad grade on a test.

"You know I'll never be able to return to my job after this, right?" I frowned and looked at the SVU captain.

"Well, not at that school. But maybe another school would take you." The door opened and a man in a suit came in.

"Ms. L/N? I'm Rafael Barba, the ADA."

"Nice to meet you." I scooted away, scared he would touch me.

"Now, I understand what happened to you, so let's win this. Yeah? Tell me what happened."

"Well, I had requested for this parent to come in for a conference because his daughter was failing all her tests, he agreed and when he was in my classroom he pinned me against the wall and raped me, he kept saying 'no one fails my daughter, this is your fault'."

"Well, we got enough from the rape kit to arrest him, we just need a positive ID from you." I nodded, anything to but this perv away.

Olivia Benson:

You were found in a pimp house that the squad infiltrated, and you were around 5 years old. Your mother pimped women out to "Give them better lives"

"Everybody get down!" I heard a voice yell, and people started rushing in and pushing people down. I quickly ran to the corner of the room, trying to escape the chaos. A woman came up to me and crouched down to my height.

"Hi sweetie, my name is Olivia, what's yours?"

"Y-Y/N."

"Nice to meet you Y/N. Don't worry, you're safe now." They brought me to a hospital to check me out, and once they were done they sat me in a room with toys, No one else was there though, it was just me, in a room, all alone. I decided to draw with some crayons. The door opened and the same women from before came in and sat across from me. "Hi Y/N, do you remember me?"

"Yeah, you're Olivia, you arrested my mommy." I continued working on my drawing.

"Do you know why I arrested your mommy?"

"Because she sold women. I was next. She said I was going to a nice man named Josh."

"Well, you're not anymore. What are you drawing?"

"Me and Josh. Mommy had us meet, and said I had to be broken in."

"Sweetie, did they make you do something you didn't want to do?" I rapidly nodded.

"Something was shoved inside of me, I said it hurt and to stop, but they didn't."

Amanda Rollins:

Amanda adopted you in Georgia, after a case that involved your older sister. You were waiting in a room in the hospital for your 'new mother'

"Hey honey, how are you holding up?" I recognized the woman, she asked me questions about my sister,

"Good." I made one of my Barbies hit the other one.

"Your doll says otherwise."

"She's fine, just a bruise." I colored a purple mark on her forehead. "If she doesn't recover I'll have a nice burial for her."

"....Okay... Let's go home, okay?"

Alex Cabot:

You were the daughter of a rapist, he would use you to lure women in, they would come to babysit you then he would pull them into the bedroom. You were a main witness in the trial, going against the person who gave you food and shelter.

"Okay, are you sure you can do this?" Detective Benson rubbed my back, we were in the hallway, waiting for Detective Stabler to come to get me to testify.

"Yeah-yeah totally." The door opened and we were motioned to come in. "No turning back now."

"The people call Y/N Hewwitt to the stand." I took a deep breath and sat down, bad enough that I was testifying against my own father but the crowd staring at me just made it so much worse. "How old are you Miss Hewwitt?" The blonde ADA asked. I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out, I could feel his eyes on me, and when I looked over he was giving me 'the look'

"I-I uh,"

"Answer the question Miss Hewwitt." The judge badgered.

"I-" my chest got tight, "my-" tears blurred my vision, "10." I pushed out trying to calm myself.

"Stop this madness, my daughter is clearly in distress." My father tried to trick everyone, oh how I wanted to see him get locked away.

"The witness is dismissed."

"No-" I wheezed out. "No-I-I saw it! He did it!"

"Miss Cabot, control your witness." The ADA came over to talk to me but when she touched me I broke even more.

"Don't touch me! He would look for babysitters, tell them he had a 10-year-old daughter who needed to be looked after while he was at work, he would pretend to leave then come back and drag her into the bedroom. She would beg him to stop, he did that to at least 8 babysitters." There was a pause before my father jumped from his seat.

"You little slut! I gave you a place to live and you ratted me out! You will die for this, just like your mother!" He was dragged out and I started sobbing the ADA held her arms out to me, I accepted this time and sobbed into her chest while she rubbed my back and promised I'd never have to do that again.

#law and order svu #svu #amanda rollins #olivia benson #sonny carisi #nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro imagine #alex cabot #law and order imagine

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spexialvixtimxunit · 1 year

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How I think Law & Order SVU characters would react to you eating too much candy in Halloween

Pairing: All SVU Characters x Black!Afab!Female!Reader

Warnings: Halloween fluff!

Length: Medium

Masterlist

*there are writing mistakes in my works, I don’t proofread!

A/N AT THE END OF IMAGINE !!

。　♡ 。　　♡。　　♡. 。　♡ 。　　♡。　　♡ 。

||Olivia Benson||

Every time you would go into Olivia's home office you would steal some candy throughout the day when she's not looking or when she steps out of her office into the kitchen. Well, it eventually backfired on you and you ended up getting caught in the act in the middle of the night being passed out in a candy coma in her chair, wrappers all over her files and on the floor. Olivia sighed as she cleaned up the mess you made and hid the candy away from you.

||Alex Cabot||

You would visit Alex in her office and she would have this bowl of candy on her desk. She soon noticed that every time you would visit her, more and more candy would go missing until the bowl was completely empty. She eventually caught you taking her favorite candy out of the bowl and she scolded you for being addicted to stealing her favorite sweets and that she would never buy you any more candy because last Halloween you tried to steal candy from her you ended up eating too much last year.

||Casey Novak||

Casey would always give you candy around Halloween but she later regretted it when she found out that you would go to her secret stash in your shared closet. She would come home to go and treat herself to some candy from the long day that she had just to see that the stash was completely gone. She questioned you and you acted like a deer in headlights, but inevitably she admitted to stealing the candy after you confessed that you had to stop because your stomach hurt after all the times you would steal too much candy.

||Amanda Rollins||

You would come home after trick or treating with the girls. It was late and you and Manda put the kids to sleep and told them that they could have candy after school. Foolishly, the little children believed their parents and went to bed. Laster that might after checking the candy, you both ate most of the candy while watching scary movies. The next day you eventually had to buy some more candy for them when they were at school.

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happenstnces · 2 years

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KINKTOBER ‘22 with HAPPENSTNCES !

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

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

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

OCT. 1ST: praise & sex toys alex cabot

OCT. 3RD: kitchen sex & lingerie casey novak

OCT. 5TH: daddy kink & spanking olivia benson

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

OCT. 9TH: cockwarming & voice kink casey novak

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

OCT. 13TH: finger fucking & edging alex cabot

OCT. 15TH: degradation & overstimulation casey novak

OCT. 17TH: stripping & mirror sex olivia benson

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

OCT. 21ST: erotic photos & stockings casey novak

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

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

OCT. 27TH: begging & thigh riding casey novak

OCT. 29TH: bondage & aftercare olivia benson

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

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hwalovs · 2 years

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Popcorn and Pretzels

Pairing; Alex Law, reader Warnings; Alex in and of himself. cursing, suggestive themes, a massive amount of fluff. Word Count; 1.1k

Summary; Alex Law and horror movies don’t mix, good thing he has you to hide behind.

Rainy days and Alex Law, watching a horror movie and refusing that he was the one that was scared.

THIS IS NOT EDITED

If there was one thing you loved about the spring weather, it was the rain. It gave you the excuse of staying inside and finding a nice book to read, or to snuggle up with the love of your life and catch up on what was going on at work, funny stories, and to share the much needed kisses he says he has to give you.

You don’t know what compelled Alex to suggest a horror movie marathon. You knew Juliet had a small collection in her room, sometimes bringing them out when our whole group would get together for a movie night on a random Friday of the month. You and Alex would always end up leaving the living room early, not even half-way through the movie, to go and snuggle up in his room under the moonlight.

He suggested it while laying on his side, propping his head up on his hand while tracing random shapes onto your thighs, the bottom of his shirt riding up to show your underwear. His fingers would trace up the skin of your thighs, over your waist and up your arms, before dancing lightly across your cheeks and back down. The curtains were open behind him, the gloomy light shining onto his skin, through his hair, giving him a glow nobody else would see but you.

It took a moment for you and Alex to finally get out of bed, and while David and Juliet were out at work, for most likely the entire day, you and Alex decided to move every blanket from every closet, and every bedroom, onto the living room couch in front of the small box TV. You gave him the task of moving the TV closer while you popped the popcorn, waiting in front of the stove with your arms crossed. When it was done, you made sure to leave a little room on the side to pour in Alex’s chocolate covered pretzels.

You refused to let him go into Juliets room to grab the small collection of horror movies, not knowing if the woman had personal things laying about. While with Alex, you learned that if you didn’t have everything either personal or slightly embarrassing put away, he would always bring it up at the worst times.

After sliding the VHS tape into the player, you hurried to join him on the couch before the movie started, not wanting to miss the intro credits in case something was shown or mentioned that would be important later. His comforter was front and center, wrapping around the both of you and consuming you in a warm cocoon while the rain pounded against the windows.

When bringing up the fact that he’s never wanted to watch a horror movie with you, always deflecting to a rom-com or straight comedy, Alex told you that he only thought to this so he had an excuse to cuddle you when you got scared. But you loved horror movies, you grew up on them. Sure, sometimes a really well timed jump-scare will make your body jolt, but it was a good jolt, the type that has you coming back for more. Alex was the one who hid behind the blankets, or through his fingers. Sometimes, he would place you onto his lap so he could hide behind your body, curl himself around you and find distraction in placing random kisses across your skin.

With the curtains drawn, and every light in the flat off, the bowl of popcorn and pretzels forgotten, sitting on the floor at the base of your feet, you continuously ran your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort his tense form as the movie continued to get more dark and scary.

“Who chose this fucking movie?” He hisses, stuffing his face into your neck when the music ramps up, high pitched violins and flutes.

“You did, Alex,” you smile, glancing down at him. His eyes are clenched shut, and his hands grip at the fabric of your shirt. “It’s almost over.”

“I highly doubt that, feels like we just started.”

You cant help the small chuckle that bubbles from you, running your fingers through his hair once more, stopping at the base of his neck. The thick comforter was bunched around his shoulders, perfectly hiding his form if someone were to enter the room. Laying between your legs, face either stuffed in your neck, or in your chest.

“Remind me to never pick a horror movie ever again.”

“Aw,” You coo, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to sway side to side, “then who’ll protect me from the scary monsters?”

“Your guardian-fucking-angel,” He nuzzles his face deeper into your chest, voice muffled against your skin.

By the time the movie reaches its climax, multiple jump-scares happening seconds apart, Alex threw in his imaginary towel, fully covering his face with the comforter and hiding his face. Laughing, you try and remove the shield, to watch his eyes clench shut and his eyebrows furrow. He doesn’t let you, lightly slapping your hands away and trying to argue that it was warm and safe and away from those fucking demons you worship so much.

“Alex, come on!” You laugh, trying once more to pull the blanket away. Yelling, he slaps your hands away and further wraps the blanket around himself, only showing a lump of his body.

“No! Stephen King and his fucked-up mind can go to hell!” he says, tightening his grip on your waist, “who the fuck thinks of this kind of stuff?!”

“A great writer, my love.”

“No-” he seethes, “only someone with a therapy needing mindset thinks of this shit.”

When the end credits roll, he finally removes the blanket from his face, sitting up fully with a pout. He moves to the corner, crossing his arms while furrowing his eyebrows. You knew he would do this, pout until the embarrassment of being scared passed.

“Baby,” you coo, laughing under your breath. Grumbling, he looks to the TV, ignoring you fully. You manage to unravel his arms, sliding onto his lap with both bare legs straddling his thighs, squishing his face between your hands.

“Did my baby get scared?” You coo again, leaning forwards to leave a soft kiss on his nose. He whines, slapping your hands away and dropping his head back against the arm of the couch. Hands lazily dropping to the tops of your thighs.

Leaning down, you place light kisses up his neck, across his jaw, and finally to the tip of his nose. His lips slowly flickering up into a soft smile.

“We’re never watching a horror movie again,” he says, hands disappearing under the fabric of your shirt to trace shapes into the skin of your waist.

“Whatever you say, my love.”

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stardancerluv · 2 years

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Being A Good Friend

Epilogue Part 7, the end

Summary: Alex’s worries are finally behind him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alex, firmly shook it. “Will do.”

“We can’t thank you enough.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She does.”

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

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

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