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#SVU 22
svu-bracket · 1 month
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playoffs (round 4)
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season 14 -> raul esparza's character introduced and the return of dean winters which begins the bensidy arc. the season opens on the aftermath of cragen being framed for murder. episodes of note: manhattan vigil, secrets exhumed, poisoned motive, her negotiation.
season 22 -> covid season. return of the prodigal mr. meloni. rollisi goes canon. episodes of note: rotps, post-graduate psychopath, wolves in sheep's clothing.
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bullet-prooflove · 2 years
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Kinktober: Lingerie (Peter Stone x Reader)
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Peter loved when you wore thigh high stockings, he loves the way the material feels against your skin as his fingertips chase up along the length of the seam. You had been teasing him all day. Sending pictures, glimpses of the suspender straps underneath your skirt, the flash of lace at the top of your thighs. He regretted that he hadn’t been around much lately, he was snowed under with the constant onslaught of cases, and you’d had been working the late shift.
When you’d come by to see him tonight, he’d been grateful. He promised he just needed to sign a few things, finish his report. You’d taken a seat on the couch across from his desk, allowing him to view those shapely legs of yours underneath a black pencil skirt that you’d worn to court this afternoon.
He grasped the pencil tightly in his hand, scribbling his notes and pausing every few seconds when he heard the rustle of fabric.
You were so fucking distracting. You were reading a novel, a sultry pout upon your lips as you uncrossed and then recrossed your legs. The sound of those stockings kept capturing his attention. You did it again and he could swear he caught a peek of your naked flesh before it disappeared from view. His dick was aching, it throbbed in the confines of this trousers, rubbing against the zipper as you leaned forward and shrugged out of the matching black suit jacket.
That white shirt you’re wearing underneath? The one with the cuffs rolled up to the elbow?
That belonged to him.
The pencil in his hand snaped, the noise so fucking audible it was like someone has detonated a bomb in the room. You looked up from your book and Peter swore he can see the outline of black sheer clinging to your skin under that shirt.
“Something the matter Peter?” you asked him, raising to your feet.
He can’t take it anymore. He kept imagining what you were wearing underneath your clothes. He pushed away from his desk before making his way towards you, locking the office door. He looped an arm around your waist, drawing you taut against his muscular chest. He could feel the slender material under the crisp fabric of his shirt, the underwire of the bra biting into him.
“I need to see it.” He whined into your ear, his breath ghosting across the shell.
“Oh Peter, you sound so needy.” You pout as his heated palms caress along the curve of your spine. His fingers toy with the zipper of your skirt.
“You have been driving me crazy all fucking day.” He murmurs against your neck, his teeth grazing that erotic little space just underneath the hinge of your jaw. “Please baby, I need to see you.”
You place your hand on his chest before you withdraw. For a second Peter looks heartbroken before you use your fingertips to exert the slightest pressure, pushing him down towards the couch. He sits, his legs open, his hands rubbing up and down the thighs of his trousers like an alcoholic at a bar trying to distract himself from craving a drink.
You reach behind you, unzipping the rest of your skirt until it slips from your hips and lands in a pool at your feet. His shirt hangs just above your thighs, allowing him a mere glimpse of your naked mound. He was wrong before, it wasn’t a suspender belt you were wearing, it was something much more elaborate, something new. It sent a pule of lightening all the way down to his cock as he thought of you fingering the material and choosing it with him in mind.
He unbuttoned his trousers, his hand enclosing on his cock as he guided it out of his boxers. It sprung up, gorgeous, erect and throbbing.
“Impatient, are we?” you remarked, slowly undoing the buttons of the white shirt until it hung open.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” He uttered as he began to stroke his dick.
His thumb swept over the head, smearing that deviant drop of pre-cum that leaked from the tip. You allowed the shirt to fall from your shoulders. His breath hitched as he drank you in ravenously.
He’d never seen anything like it. A sheer body suit with the side panels cut out revealing your supple skin. The cups of the bra dipped, showcasing your glorious breasts in a way that made him want to get his mouth all over them. The panties were crotchless and already he could see the glisten of your wetness as it besmirched the fabric. You leaned back against his desk, perching upon the edge of it.
“You work too hard Peter, maybe I should give you something else to think about the next time you’re sitting at this desk.” Your voice was low and sultry as you spoke, your legs parting as your fingertips trailed across the inner thigh of your stockings. “Baby I’m going to make such a mess.”
That final ounce of control snapped. Peter was on his feet and stalking towards you, his green eyes glowing with ferocity. He swiped his hand across the desk, sending a collection of items hurtling onto the floor before his fingers delved between your legs. The touch of his heated fingertips on your naked clit drew a gasp from your lips as he traced a slow, methodical pattern that sent a flush of sparks erupting through your body.
“You’re such a fucking tease.” He muttered, his free hand gripping your thigh. His fingertips dug into the material of the stocking allowing it to scrape across your skin. It was a delicious sensation, your head tipped back as two of his fingers sank deep inside of you. “Such a dirty girl, getting off on torturing me like that.”
Fuck, he felt so good when he was like this, so rampant and wild. This was why you had worn the lingerie to his workplace, why you’d sent him filthy pictures with just a hint of what was underneath. Each act cut at his restraint, until it broke and the only thing, he could think of was fucking you right here on the desk.
His palm came to rest on the centre of your chest guiding you back until you were lying spread out on his desk, your hands on either side of your head, your hair fanned out across it. He withdrew his fingers from your pussy. You whimpered at the loss of contact, arching when his fingertips hooked the cups of the bra and dragged the fabric down under your breasts. Those pert nipples of yours stood at attention as he rolled them between his fingers, leaving you writhing and moaning. His hands trailed down the curve of your waist until they came to rest on your hips, grasping them and pulling you flush against him. You could feel the tip of his cock running up the length of your moist slit as his eyes met yours, skin flushed, and pupils blown.
“I want to see you to cum for me, laid out like this.”  He told you. “I want to look at this desk and remember how fucking good you feel around my cock.”
The cry that left your lips was ruinous as he thrust into you slowly. You heard his exhale as he bottomed out, guiding your stockinged thighs around his waist as he leaned over you. His scorching mouth enclosed on your nipple, drawing it into his mouth as he began to fuck you in earnest. He sucked harder, his fingers slipping between the two of you and working your clit in time with this movements. His dick pistoned in and out of you, dragging over that sweet spot each and every time.
You were loud, the loudest he’d ever heard you and he understood that you were claiming this space as your own. Leaving your mark on it so whenever he sat here, he would remember how fucking good you looked.
You were a whimpering mess under him, nails scrapped his skin, head tipped back skin flushed. You chanted his name like a mantra and fuck if it didn’t tip him over the edge. He took you with him, biting down on your soft skin and blurring the boundary of pleasure and pain. It was as if a thousand tiny stars erupted though every one of your synapses as you begged him to keep going, to cum inside of you. His hips surged forward as his release spilled into your inviting form. His lips met yours, his hand coming to caress your cheek as he kissed you.
“I don’t think I can ever look at this desk the same way again.” He laughed breathlessly between languid kisses.
Your smiled back, your hands threading through his golden hair and drawing him back to you.
“That was the whole point.”
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best-series-forever · 2 years
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thebestofeo · 1 year
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[• Return of the Prodigal Son - 22x09 •] #SVU
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wittygutsy · 3 months
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One of the best acting scenes…this conversation stays with you!
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enigmatist17 · 3 months
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MY BOY ELLIOT STABLER IS BACK!!!!!
My son
My child
My homicidal little fella!!
E L L I O T :D
Poor Kathy though, it's so sad they couldn't reunite under a happier circumstance AAAAAAA
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lee-lindsee · 1 year
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Amanda Rollins back for 3 episodes??? Girlie is really back😭♥️♥️
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lecameleontv · 2 years
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Tournage de l’épisode juillettiste spécial Incursion (”crossover”) qui inaugure la Saison 22 de la série-mère New-York : Police Judiciaire, pour la première fois dans l’histoire de la franchise avec ses deux franchises Crimes Organisés (1) et Unité Spéciale (2 - 3).
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La première partie de cet épisode incursion sera l’Episode 1 de la Saison 3 de la série dérivée New-Yok : Crimes Organisés., puis l’Episode 1 de la Saison 24 de la série dérivée New-York : Unité Spéciale.
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Date : juillet 2022 Lieu : New-York
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source : gettyimages.fr Photo : Jose Perez/Bauer-Griffin/GC Images
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Alias Kyle dans la série Le Caméléon
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chien-fantome · 1 year
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À apprendre par coeur
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klinejack · 2 years
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amanda rollins rape victim in 2007?? how did i not remember this...
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chenfordsrollisi · 2 years
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SVU Update 6/2/2022
I watched the last two episodes of season 21 on Tuesday, and spent yesterday and today binging and finishing season 22. I loved the season 22 finale where Rollisi kissed. I'm gonna be starting season 23 at some point today.
I'm bummed that Fin and Phoebe didn't get married.
I'm bummed that we didn't get to hear Carisi's speech, but I LOVED that Rollisi finally kissed.
Onward to season 23! <3
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platinum-iridium · 10 days
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okay making olivia benson grapple with her own racism … the writers might be back to cooking this season
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wibbley-wobble · 2 months
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Law and Order SVU cock and ball torture. You either get it or you don’t
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thebestofeo · 1 year
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[• Fat- 7x20 || Behind Blue Eyes - 3x05 •] #SVU #OrganizedCrime
∟ feat. Fault - 7x19 and RTOTPS - 22x09
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phantom-of-this-bitch · 3 months
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Guess who just found a 7 hour video about Stabenson (Elliot Stabler/Olivia Benson SVU)!
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