The Thing Is, Svu Alex May Be Daddy But Conviction Alex Is FATHER. I Rest My Case.

casey: okay, for our anniversary i’ll get you whatever you want as long as—

alex: a big sparkly pink dildo and for me to sit on your nose.

casey: i wasn’t done yet but okay :)

*alex and casey talking during their lunch break*

casey: have you heard about those “am i gay” tests? not implying that i’m gay but are those things even true?

also casey earlier that day: 98% gay?! what the fuck??

alex: oh, i get you and i definitely think they’re not real. like AT ALL.

also alex one time: 101% percent gay? oh come on, i slept with olivia ONCE.

casey: yeah, those things aren’t real.

alex: mhm, definitely.

olivia is better than me I would've been on my knees for alex cabot every time she comes back to my life

lesson in control (alex cabot)

PAIRING: alex cabot & fem reader DESCRIPTION: alex is in complete control over your body CAUTION: no plot, just smut. overstimulation, power dynamics, edging, ice play, slapping WORD COUNT: 2.2k AUTHOR'S NOTE: i need alex to fuck me, oh & this is not proof read cause i'm lazy x

MASTERLIST

The air in Alex's bedroom is thick - humid, electric, laced with the scent of sweat and sex. The room is dimly lit, the warm glow of the city filtering in through the windows, casting long shadows across the bed where you're sprawled out, utterly exposed. Outside, Manhattan hums with distant life - cars honking, the occasional wail of a siren but inside? The only sounds that matter are the ragged staccato of your breath, the wet, obscene noises between your legs, and her voice - low, measured, commanding.

Alex remains fully clothed, poised between your trembling thighs, watching you with a sharp, predatory glint in her blue eyes. Her silk blouse remains crisp, barely wrinkled despite how long she’s been toying with you, and her fitted skirt hugs her curves as if she had no intention of ever being anything less than composed. She is the picture of control, untouched and untouched by but you? You are wrecked. Your body is fevered, your skin flushed, thighs twitching with every calculated brush of her fingertips. Every muscle in your body is coiled so tightly, burning with need, but she refuses to let you find release.

She drags a single manicured nail down the center of your stomach, feather-light, barely a touch at all, but it sends a violent shiver through you. Your back arches instinctively, your body chasing after her, desperate for more, but before you can make contact, her free hand presses down on your lower abdomen, pinning you to the bed with infuriating ease.

"Look at you," Alex muses, her voice smooth, almost amused, as she traces lazy circles just above your navel. "You're shaking. Poor thing." She clicks her tongue, shifting slightly, pressing the barest hint of her thigh against your swollen, aching clit. The friction is barely anything, just enough to tease, and yet, it sends a broken whimper tumbling past your lips. "You need me so badly, don’t you?"

The need is unbearable, insatiable. You nod frantically, your hands twitching where they’ve been fisted into the sheets for what feels like hours now, your nails biting into the fabric. "Yes," you gasp, voice wrecked, completely devoid of the dignity you might’ve had at the beginning of the night. "Please, Alex --"

The sharp, stinging slap to your clit comes without warning, sending a searing jolt through your entire body. You scream, your hips jerking violently off the bed, but she catches your movement easily, pressing you back down with unyielding strength.

"That’s not how you ask," Alex says, her voice as steady as ever, but there’s a warning edge beneath it.

Tears sting your eyes, your entire body throbbing, every nerve ending alive with overstimulation. "Alex, please," you plead, voice shaking. "Please let me cum. I can't --"

Another slap, sharper this time, lands directly against your clit, and your whole body convulses from the sudden sting of pain mixed with pleasure.

"Did I say you could cum?" Alex asks, tilting her head as she watches you, her lips curling into a smirk. She reaches up, pinching one of your nipples between her fingers, rolling it just enough to make you whimper, before giving it a cruel twist. The pain sparks something new, something dangerous, and you gasp, your hips bucking up again, but she simply tuts at you, shaking her head. "So fucking desperate," she murmurs, giving your nipple another sharp pinch before releasing it, her nails raking lightly down the slope of your breast. "You think just because you're wet and begging, I should give you what you want?"

You nod frantically, but she only chuckles, leaning in close, her breath hot against your throat. "Oh, sweetheart," she murmurs, lips barely brushing against your skin. "You don't get to decide. I do."

And then, suddenly, finally, her fingers slam into you, two at once, stretching you wide with no warning, no buildup. The sheer force of it sends a strangled moan tearing from your throat, your back arching, your legs trembling as she sets a ruthless, unrelenting pace.

"Fuck, Alex --"

"That's better," she purrs, curling her fingers just right, pressing into that spot that makes your vision whiten. "God, listen to you. Listen to how fucking wet you are."

The lewd, wet sounds of her fingers pumping into you are obscene, the slick noise mixing with your breathless gasps, your body completely helpless beneath her. Her thumb brushes over your clit, just once, just enough to send a new wave of desperation surging through you.

"Please," you gasp, your hands scrambling against the sheets, your body climbing too fast, your release teetering right there. "Please, Alex, I'm—I'm gonna—"

And just when you're at the very edge, when your body is locking up, ready to break, she pulls her fingers out completely.

You scream.

"Oh, sweetheart," Alex coos mockingly, holding up her soaked fingers, watching the way your slick glistens in the dim light. "Did you really think I'd let you cum?"

Tears spill over, frustration burning hot, but she only smirks, gripping your chin with her clean hand, tilting your face up until your eyes meet hers. "You’ll cum when I let you," she reminds you, her voice quiet, lethal. "And not a second before."

She shifts, lowering herself between your legs, her breath a ghost over your throbbing clit. "One more," she decides, lips brushing against your inner thigh, her nails digging into your hips, holding you down. "Then, maybe, if you’re good, I’ll let you cum."

And then she ruins you.

Her tongue flicks over your clit, sharp, precise, before she sucks it into her mouth, the sensation sending a violent shudder through your entire body. Her fingers plunge back inside you in an instant, curling deep, pressing hard, fucking into you with purpose. The pleasure is devastating, raw, building so fast you can’t even breathe.

"Alex—!"

"Cum," she orders, her voice absolute, demanding. "Now."

The orgasm slams into you like a tidal wave, crashing through every muscle in your body. You wail, your thighs clenching around her head as you soak her fingers, the pleasure so intense it’s almost unbearable.

But she doesn’t stop.

She works you through it, dragging every aftershock from your wrecked body, her mouth still sealed over your clit, forcing another orgasm from you before the first has even ended. You sob her name, thrashing, your body utterly spent, but she holds you down, relentless, merciless—

"One more," she purrs, her tongue flicking just right.

You barely have time to take a breath before another violent, brutal orgasm wracks through you, your vision going completely white, your body collapsing against the mattress, utterly ruined.

Alex finally pulls away, licking her lips as she watches you with amusement, completely satisfied with the mess she’s made of you. She kisses her way up your body, slow, deliberate, before pressing her lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

Then, her fingers trace lazily down your stomach again, teasing, possessive.

"But we’re not done yet."

Your body is wrecked.

Your limbs are useless, boneless against the bed, every muscle quivering with aftershocks from the relentless pleasure Alex has wrung out of you. Your skin burns - hot, fevered, sticky with sweat, your chest rising and falling in sharp, unsteady gasps. You can feel your own wetness pooling beneath you, soaking into the sheets, a filthy testament to just how thoroughly she’s ruined you.

And yet, despite how overstimulated you are, despite the way your thighs tremble from exertion, despite the fact that you’re still struggling to catch your breath.

She’s not done with you yet.

Alex watches you with a smirk, still fully clothed, still perfectly composed, her lips slick with your arousal. Her blue eyes glint in the dim light, sharp and knowing, completely satisfied with the way you lay before her; spent, desperate, trembling, utterly at her mercy.

“You look so pretty like this,” she murmurs, trailing her fingertips along your inner thigh, dragging them through the evidence of your ruin. “So fucked-out. So pliant. But I wonder…” She tilts her head, smirking as she brings her glistening fingers up to her lips, sucking them clean with a low hum of approval. “…how much more you can take.”

Your breath stutters, your pulse pounding.

Alex reaches over to the nightstand, retrieving a crystal tumbler of whiskey she’d left untouched earlier. The glass clinks softly as she lifts it, swirling the liquid inside, but it’s not the whiskey that makes your breath hitch; it’s the single, slowly melting ice cube floating in the amber depths.

She catches your reaction immediately, her smirk widening. “Oh?” she teases, taking a slow sip of her drink, her lips wrapping around the rim of the glass, her tongue flicking out just slightly to taste the whiskey. “Does the thought of this make you nervous, sweetheart?”

You swallow thickly, your entire body too sensitive, too exposed. The heat still lingers in every inch of your skin, every nerve raw and aching from the overstimulation she’s already put you through. The idea of cold and of ice against your still-throbbing clit sends an involuntary shiver down your spine.

Alex sees it. And she relishes it.

“Oh, you are nervous.” She chuckles, setting the glass down and plucking the ice cube between her fingers. “Good.”

Your stomach tightens as she leans in, dragging the melting ice along the curve of your collarbone, leaving behind a slick, freezing trail that makes you shiver violently. Your breath catches, your oversensitive skin recoiling and craving more all at once.

“Still so warm,” she muses, her voice a low purr. “Still so flushed. I should help you cool down, shouldn’t I?”

Before you can answer, she presses the ice directly against your nipple.

You yelp, your back arching off the bed as the sudden cold burns against your already-sensitive skin. The contrast is devastating. Your body is still burning from before, still hypersensitive, and the ice is too much, a sharp, shocking sting that makes your nipple pebble instantly beneath the freezing touch.

Alex watches your reaction with dark amusement, rolling the ice in slow, lazy circles, painting your hardened peak with melting trails of cold water. “Shh,” she soothes mockingly, her free hand pressing down on your stomach to keep you still. “Be good for me, sweetheart.”

The ice trails lower, gliding across your sternum, tracing the line between your ribs, before she reaches your other breast. She hovers for a moment, letting the anticipation build, watching the way your chest heaves in uneven, desperate breaths. Then, without warning, she presses the ice to your other nipple, rubbing slow, agonizing circles over the peak.

You whimper, your entire body tightening, twisting beneath her.

“Oh, poor thing,” Alex coos, feigning sympathy. “Is it too much?” She rolls the ice between her fingers, twisting the bud until it's painfully erect, before leaning down and taking it into her mouth.

The contrast is unbearable - her warm, wet tongue circling where the ice had just been, the sharp sting of cold soothed instantly by the heat of her mouth. You sob at the sensation, your hands flying to tangle in her hair, but she grabs your wrists, pinning them down beside your head with a single sharp command:

“Don’t move.”

You go still immediately.

She rewards you with a slow, deliberate suck, her tongue flicking teasingly against your nipple before she pulls away, the ice cube still pressed between her fingers, melting faster now.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” she murmurs, kissing her way down your stomach, her breath warm, her lips soft, while the ice continues its slow, torturous path downward.

Your entire body tenses when she reaches the juncture of your thighs.

"Relax," Alex murmurs, her voice a silk-draped command. "I promise, sweetheart… this is going to feel so good."

And then, before you can protest, she presses the ice directly against your clit.

A broken, shattered moan rips from your throat as the cold sears through you, sharp and biting against your still-throbbing, oversensitive nerves. Your hips jerk violently, your body instinctively trying to escape the sensation, but Alex pins you down with firm hands on your thighs, refusing to let you move an inch.

“Oh, fuck—”

"That's right," she hums, watching your reaction with keen interest. "Feel that? How fucking alive you are right now?"

You can barely breathe.

The ice moves in slow, teasing circles, the melting water dripping down your folds, trailing over your swollen entrance, making everything slick - too much, too cold, too intense, before Alex suddenly slaps your clit, sending a new jolt of sensation through you.

You scream.

Your entire body convulses, pleasure and pain colliding in brutal, devastating waves.

"Shh," Alex soothes, though there’s nothing soothing about her tone. "Almost there."

She finally, finally drops the last sliver of ice between your legs, lets it melt against your soaked folds, while she leans down and seals her mouth over your overstimulated clit, her warm, wet tongue laving over where the ice had just been, soothing the raw nerves before sucking you deep.

Your body shatters.

The orgasm destroys you, ripping through every cell in your body, leaving you sobbing, thrashing, shaking beneath her. Your muscles seize, your legs tremble violently, and Alex doesn't let up, not even a little, her fingers pushing inside you deep, fucking you through every aftershock until you have nothing left to give.

When she finally pulls away, you're wrecked. Completely ruined.

She smirks, wiping her mouth as she watches you struggle to catch your breath.

Then, with a satisfied hum, she leans in and presses a slow, claiming kiss to your lips.

"Now we’re done."

the winner takes it all but its olivia watching casey and alex be happy as a couple when in fact, she fell in love with alex but eventually was robbed of her. then, falls in love with casey but was too in denial to actually take a risk because she hasn’t moved on from alex, so she ends up losing casey too, and now she has to watch casey and alex be happy together, knowing she loved them both at different times.

“more!” the crowd shouts.

EVERY PART OF YOU. calex one shot.

summary: In which Casey struggles with insecurities about her appearance due to a new neighbor's attention on her girlfriend Alex.

It started with the new neighbor.

She moved into the building a few weeks ago—someone young, effortlessly gorgeous, and very comfortable with attention. Casey had noticed her immediately, but more importantly, she had noticed how the woman noticed Alex.

Tall, blonde, striking in the kind of way that made heads turn, Alex had always stood out. It was something Casey had accepted, even loved. Alex commanded a room without even trying. She was poised, elegant, untouchable.

And now, she had an admirer.

The woman—Jessica? Jenna?—was anything but subtle.

She seemed to appear whenever Alex was around, all lingering glances and flirtatious smiles.

And the worst part?

Alex hadn’t noticed at all.

She was oblivious to the way the neighbor leaned just a little too close in the elevator, how she touched Alex’s arm when they passed in the hallway, how she laughed a little too loudly at things Alex said.

But Casey?

She noticed everything.

And with every encounter, an unsettling feeling curled in Casey’s chest—a quiet, creeping insecurity she hadn’t felt in a long time.

It started small, though.

A glance in the mirror.

A fleeting thought.

Then another.

And another.

She had gained weight. Not much, just enough to notice. Enough that her jeans fit a little tighter, enough that her usual blouses didn’t fall quite the same way.

It wasn’t that she thought she was unattractive—or at least, she hadn’t before.

But then there was her.

The neighbor.

Slim. Beautiful. Confident.

The kind of woman who probably never worried about things like this.

And suddenly, Casey found herself comparing.

Did Alex notice?

Had she noticed and just not said anything?

The thought made something in her chest ache.

So she did what she always did when she felt something too deeply.

She distanced herself.

At first, Alex didn’t think much of it.

Casey had been busy, that was all.

Late nights at the office. Skipping their usual morning coffee together. A quick kiss on the cheek instead of their normal, lingering ones before bed.

But by the end of the week, Alex knew something was wrong.

She walked into the kitchen one morning to find Casey standing by the counter, staring at her untouched coffee.

"You're up early," Alex said, pouring herself a cup.

Casey barely looked up. "Yeah."

Alex frowned. Something was off.

She leaned against the counter, studying Casey closely. "Everything okay?"

Casey nodded—too quickly.

"Just tired," she added, offering a small smile.

It wasn’t a lie exactly.

But it wasn’t the truth, either.

And Alex knew Casey too well to miss that.

That night, Alex walked into the bedroom to find Casey standing in front of the mirror.

She was wearing just a pair of shorts and a tank top, fingers tracing the soft curve of her stomach, her brows furrowed.

She looked sad.

And that—more than anything—made Alex’s heart clench.

"Case?"

Casey jumped, eyes flicking to Alex through the mirror.

Alex tilted her head, stepping closer. "What’s going on?"

"Nothing," Casey said too quickly, grabbing a sweater from the bed and pulling it over her head.

Alex’s stomach dropped.

She had seen Casey bare, vulnerable, unguarded in every way possible. They had spent years learning every inch of each other, every scar, every freckle.

And now?

Now Casey was hiding from her.

Alex’s voice softened. "Casey, talk to me."

Casey sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. "It's stupid."

Alex didn’t budge. "Try me."

A long pause.

Then, finally, in a small, broken voice—

"I just… I don’t look the same."

Alex stilled.

Casey let out a weak laugh, but there was no humor in it. "I've gained weight, Alex. And I know it’s not a big deal, but—”

"But what?" Alex stepped closer. "What made you think I’d care about that?"

Casey hesitated. Then, quietly—

“The new neighbor.”

Alex blinked. "What about her?"

Casey exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "She’s beautiful, Alex. And she flirts with you constantly. And you—”

Alex’s heart broke.

She reached for Casey, hands sliding gently up her arms. "Sweetheart."

Casey didn’t move away, but she wouldn’t meet Alex’s eyes either.

"You really think I’d want her?" Alex’s voice was softer now, full of something raw. "That I’d look at anyone else when I have you?"

Casey swallowed. "I just... I don’t look the way I used to."

Alex let out a breath, then—without hesitation—dropped to her knees.

Casey’s eyes widened. "Alex, what are you—?"

Alex pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Casey’s stomach.

Then another.

Then another.

Every soft curve, every place Casey had doubted, Alex kissed.

"You think I don't want you?" Alex murmured against her skin. "Baby, I have never wanted anything more in my life."

Casey’s breath hitched.

Alex’s hands skimmed lower, fingers pressing lightly into Casey’s hips.

"Every inch of you is mine," Alex whispered, reverent. "Every single inch, Casey."

Casey shivered, hands instinctively tangling in Alex’s hair.

"You don’t need to change," Alex said, pressing another kiss to her hip. "Not for me. Not for anyone."

Casey let out a shaky exhale.

"Alex..."

Alex looked up, eyes fierce. "You are perfect, Casey. You always have been. Let me show you, my love. Let me show you how much I love you"

And finally, finally, Casey let herself believe it.

Later, as they lay tangled in bed, Alex traced lazy patterns on Casey’s back.

"Just to be clear," Alex murmured, voice heavy with love, "the neighbor could throw herself at me naked, and I still wouldn’t look twice."

Casey laughed softly, nestling closer. "Promise?"

Alex tilted her chin up, meeting her gaze.

She kissed her slowly, deeply, like a vow.

"Promise."

And with that, Casey finally let go of every doubt she had ever held.

Because in Alex’s arms, she was home.

you actually did and it was with me but i was using another blog lol😭

she takes our daughter to the daddy-daughter dance and gets called the coolest dad ever🙂‍↕️😎

olivia stop you're embarrassing yourself