Oooh thank you for the question! It took me a bit to like...actually decide? I have 120 published works on AO3 and while an awful lot are Not Good, there's also quite a few I am fond of.
Still I See You, Celestial - Law and Order SVU - Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi
This is the biggest fic I've ever written. It was a nanowrimo project and tbh I haven't reread it in so long and I'm terrified it's actually awful but the fact that I wrote that many words into a cohesive story is something I'm proud of.
Blue Christmas - Law and Order SVU - Sonny Carisi/Peter Stone
idk why but I actually think about this one a lot and I reread it semi-regularly which may be embarrassing to admit but I don't care
That Old Feeling - Law and Order SVU - Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi
It had been so long since I'd written for Barisi and then I wrote this and it still stands out in my mind as one of my best, if not my actual best, Barisi fics.
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight - Law and Order SVU - Kat Tamin/Amanda Rollins
LOOK. It's rare that I find f/f potential in my dumb shows cos unless I'm specifically seeking out f/f content, I so often find that female characters and female relationships on screen are just so poorly written that I am never inspired (and I'm a big weirdo who almost never feels inspired to write fic for canon ships???). So when these two inspired me???? When I had a canon bi on my fave show??? I had to. And I am still so pleased with how sweet and soft this turned out.
the feeling of audible cracks - Ripper Street - Homer Jackson/Edmund Reid
This is a very very recent one and I probably could have found better. But this one is also just...very personal to me. I've always shied away from sharing fics like this one because people like to attack those who write them and I'm an insecure baby. But this fandom is teeny and I give less fucks than I used to, so I wrote this one for me and shared it for anyone who may wish to read it.
For Women of SVU Week 2021: Day Six: There was only one bed
Ship: Kat x Amanda
Warnings: Smut, including oral and fingering
Word Count: 2115
“Rollins, I just got word that our suspect got picked up in Westhampton's. We need to go pick him up.”
Amanda looked up at Kat. “When?”
“ASAP. ADA wants him arraigned tomorrow.” Kat gave the older detective a sympathetic look. “Sorry, Rollins. Hamptons PD says we can get him first thing tomorrow morning.”
“That means leaving tonight.” Amanda rubbed her forehead in frustration. “I’ll see if I can get someone to watch the girls.”
“Sorry, Rollins.” Kat smiled, trying to come up with something comforting. “On the bright side, mini vacay? I can make us a road trip mix.”
“Fine.” Amanda grabbed her keys, heading for the elevator. “Go pack a bag. I’ll meet you back here.” She paused, turned back to Kat. “None of that mumble rap crap, though. That’s not music.”
___
An almost 3 hour drive for two people who didn’t know each other that well was practically torture. The majority of the drive was spent in awkward silence. The only time they spoke was to discuss the landscape, or the case they were currently working on, Kat’s 90s music mix filling in the gaps of conversation.
This wasn’t like Kat, or Amanda. They were both quite talkative women, but there seemed to be an underlying awkwardness between them when they weren’t at work. Neither was quite sure why. They just didn’t seem to have a lot in common. Kat was young, while Amanda was a mom. That alone made their lives very different.
Chasing Waterfalls by TLC came up on the mix, and Amanda automatically turned the volume up.
“You like this?” Kat raised her voice to be heard over the music.
Amanda nodded, grinning. “Reminds me of when I was young.”
“Me too! I remember them playing it at my elementary school graduation!”
Amanda turned to her wide eyed. “Your what?”
“Yeah, it was fun- what?” Kat glanced at Amanda’s disgusted face.
“Kat, this played at my senior prom.”
Kat snorted, and quickly covered her open mouth with her hand. “Sorry, Rollins.”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Amanda muttered. “Respect your elders, Tamin.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
Kat’s tone of voice made Amanda’s breath catch in her throat. She had to quickly right the car so it wouldn’t swerve into the other lane.
Finally, the two SVU members made it to the motel that the department had booked for the night. It was just outside town, close to the station. Kat would have preferred to be closer to the ocean, but beggars couldn’t be choosers when it came to a free hotel room.
Kat noticed Amanda was already walking into the office, and hurried after her, catching the door just before it closed.
“You must be the NYPD!” The cheerful, older woman working greeted them. “One bed, right?”
“I’m sorry, what?” Kat leaned on the check in desk, blinking in surprise.
“That’s what was booked.” The woman peered at her screen. “A queen sized room.”
“But there’s two of us,” Amanda reminded her, her voice tight.
“I’m sorry, Detective. I’m afraid I’m all booked up otherwise.” The worker scrunched up her nose. “I think I may have a cot lying around.”
Kat and Amanda glanced at each other, their eyes wide. A motel cot was just asking for a messed up back for a week.
“We can share.” Amanda turned back to the counter. “Right, Kat?”
“Right.” Kat suddenly felt very thirsty, her throat dry. “No big deal.”
After dumping their bags in their room, neither looking at the single bed, Amanda suggested they find a pub to eat at. “I could use a drink.”
Luckily, there was a bar down the street that served dinner. It was dark and dirty, but Kat didn’t mind. The smell of grease made her stomach growl, and her mouth water. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast, forgoing lunch to finish up paperwork.
“Drink?” Amanda didn’t wait for Kat’s answer, flagging down the bartender.
“I’ll have a whiskey, neat.” Her eyes went to the blackboard menu. “And a burger with fries.”
The bartender nodded, then looked at Kat. “You?”
“Scotch and soda, please. I’ll have the burger too.”
He left to put in their order, and Kat’s eyes wandered over the tight space, with it’s neon signs and bright decor. “This reminds me of this lesbian bar in Brooklyn.”
“Ginger’s.”
Kat turned to Amanda, surprised. “You know it?”
Amanda just shrugged. “Of course.”
Their drinks were put down on the bartop, interrupting Kat’s follow up questions before they could start.
The combination of liquor and the exhaustion from the drive loosened their tongues. Over their greasy meals, Amanda and Kat found that they had more in common then they first thought.
Besides the obvious work connection, they bonded over the fact that they grew up pretty poor. This started a debate about whether it was worse to be in a New York winter without heat, or a summer in Georgia without air conditioning.
“You can’t say Winter is worse. You’ve never experienced summer in the south.” Kat noticed Amanda’s accent became more pronounced, whether it was from the talk of home or the alcohol. “You sleep naked, but still wake up hot and sticky.”
Kat’s thoughts betrayed her by imaging Amanda’s body sticky with sweat. She took a large swig of her drink, blood rushing to her cheeks.
___
The air was thick with tension as they changed into their pajamas, and slipped under the covers. Kat made sure to stick as close to the edge as possible, not wanting to make the other woman uncomfortable. She didn’t know many straight girls who were cool with sleeping in the same bed as her, unless they weren’t as straight as they said.
Was Amanda one of those girls? She knew about Ginger’s, after all. Maybe she’s just an ally, Kat thought. She had at least slept with two men, Kat knew for sure. There was no indication that Amanda was into women. Except the niggling feeling Kat got when Amanda stood a certain way, or the way she dressed sometimes. Her internal radar always seemed to ping when she looked at Amanda.
On the other side of the bed, Amanda turned onto her side. Then tossed onto her other side. Then on her back. She heard Kat shift. “Sorry,” Amanda whispered. “Can’t get comfy.”
“All good.” Kat turned to face Amanda. “Do you want me to ask for the cot?”
“Nah.” Amanda craned her neck to look at her. “Unless you want to.”
She felt Kat shake her head. “I’m used to sharing a bed.”
“With your girlfriend?” Amanda’s voice came out confrontational, making her wince.
Kat stiffened. “No, with my sister.”
“Oh.”
They laid in silence for a minute. A passing car illuminated their room for a flash.
“I haven’t had a girlfriend in a while,” Kat whispered.
“Yeah, the pandemic kinda killed the dating game,” Amanda replied, folding her hands over her stomach. “Men weren’t really beating down the door before then either.”
“But you’re so beautiful!” Kat blurted out.
Amanda just chuckled sadly. “A lot of the guys I meet don’t want an automatic family.”
Kat propped herself on her elbow. “Not even to hook up?”
Amanda wrinkled her nose. “I think I’m getting too old to play that game.”
“That’s ridiculous. You’re fucking hot.” Woah, where’d that come from? Kat winced.
Amanda slowly turned towards Kat, their faces close now. “Yeah?”
“Yeah...”
In a split second, Amanda made a decision. She moved, and pressed her lips to Kat’s, who eagerly responded. Their movements became rushed, and soon Kat was pulling at Amanda’s tee. Amanda slipped it over her head, then helped Kat out of her own.
“Have you done this before?” Kat couldn’t help but ask.
“Yes.” Amanda’s mouth moved to Kat’s earlobe, her breath hot.
“At Ginger’s?”
“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.” Amanda bit down gently on her ear, making Kat moan. The sound flooded Amanda’s stomach with heat.
Amanda moved down Kat’s body, leaving open mouthed kisses. Her fingers ghosted over the front of Kat’s sports bra, making her nipples pebble. She leaned down, biting at one gently through the fabric.
“Oh, fuck!” Amanda hurriedly captured Kat’s groan in her mouth. Their tongues slipped over each other, wet and slick.
Amanda’s hand slipped under Kat’s hips, pulling down her pants and underwear in one tug.
“Let me see you,” Amanda said, leaning over to snap on the lamp.
Now in the light, Kat could get a good look at Amanda leaning over her, her bare chest right in front of Kat’s face. Her breasts were full and round with pink stretch marks, and tiny nipples.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Kat breathed.
Amanda’s face broke into a cocky grin. “Not so bad yourself.”
They met back in a hurried kiss, tongues swirling around each other.
Kat felt Amanda’s hand on her inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin. Kat shivered at the sensation, her eyes closing.
“What do you want?” Amanda’s voice in her ear.
Kat’s legs opened wider, begging for her touch. “Anything. You.”
Amanda’s mouth took her previous path, this time making it all the way down to where she wanted her most, the scent making Amanda’s mouth water.
She slid a finger down Kat’s slit, making the other woman gasp. She couldn’t help but tease, liking the way Kat’s eyes screwed shut in frustration.
“Amanda, please...”
Amanda ducked her head down, her mouth taking her finger’s place. She teased Kat’s entrance with her tongue, savoring the wetness that gathered there.
“Please.”
Her tongue made contact with Kat’s clit, making her back arch. Kat’s thighs tightened around Amanda’s head more and more with every swipe.
“Fuck, just like that.”
Kat let out a gasp, Amanda’s mouth sucking hard on her clit. Heat built in Kat’s body, her muscles growing tight. The sheets were curled tight in her clenched fists.
“I’m close!”
Amanda could feel her, the wetness clinging to her lips, Kat’s hand moving to her hair, pulling gently as she pressed her cunt closer to Amanda’s face. Amanda suddenly pushed two fingers into her pussy, making Kat finally cum with a small scream of her name.
Amanda scissored her fingers, letting Kat ride out her orgasm, then moved up her body to give her a kiss, letting Kat taste herself on Amanda’s tongue.
Kat used the distraction to flip Amanda onto her back, straddling her hips. “My turn.”
Amanda shimmied out of her bottoms, finally leaving her bare. “Be my guest.”
Kat took her time, hands tracing Amanda’s breasts and collarbone. The light touch raised goosebumps on her body, her nipples hard. Kat circled one, then the other.
“Harder.” Amanda’s hand went to her own chest to demonstrate the strong pinch she liked.
“You like it rough, huh?” Kat decided to up the game, and bit down on Amanda’s nipple instead.
Amanda groaned. “Fuck yeah, like that.”
Kat took the nipple in her mouth, sucking and biting the flesh. Amanda moaned loudly, her hand drifting down to her clit.
In a flash, Kat grabbed her wrist. “Nuh uh.” Kat grabbed the other wrist, and pinned them above Amanda’s blonde head. “Do I need to grab the cuffs?” Kat licked a stripe along Amanda’s neck. “Or are you going to be good?”
“I’ll be good,” Amanda promised. “But you should probably get going.” She bucked her hips pointedly, urging Kat to her pussy.
“Keep your hands there,” Kat ordered. She let go of Amanda, testing her. To her credit, Amanda didn’t move. “Good girl.”
She moved down the bed so she could get into a better position in front of Amanda’s cunt. It was mostly bare, except for a small triangle of blonde hair. Her lips were wet with her slick.
Kat stroked her clit with her thumb, and in a quick move, thrust three fingers deep into her pussy, finding no resistance.
Amanda screamed, but didn’t move her hands to push Kat away. Kat pistoned in and out of her. “So good taking my fingers, baby.”
Kat’s words made Amanda tighten, her walls clenching down against Kat’s fingers. She moves her hand to massage Amanda’s front wall, the spot that Amanda could never reach on her own.
It wasn’t long before Amanda was shuddering and gasping. “Oh, God….”
Kat withdrew her hand, pressing them into Amanda’s mouth. Her tongue made good work of cleaning off the younger girl’s fingers.
They both laid on their backs, breathing hard. Kat reached over to turn the lamp off, plunging the room back into darkness.
Amanda curled on her side, and Kat slung an arm around her waist, burying her face in her neck.
All tangled up, their tiny bed didn’t seem as small anymore.
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I was tagged by @gavotteangel !! Thank you!! I've also 100% decided the drabble collection counts as one fic because otherwise this entire thing will just be made up of Jackson/Reid drabbles and while I AM obsessed with them atm, this way feels more fun.
way too fast and way too slow (Ripper Street - Jackson/Reid)
Jackson stopped on the top step of the station, so suddenly that Reid almost walked right into his back.
“Happy new year, Edmund.”
the feeling of audible cracks (Ripper Street - Jackson/Reid)
Thump.
“I promise.”
call me friend but keep me closer (Ripper Street - Jackson/Reid)
The sound was loud, sharp, piercing. Unmistakable. Jackson felt his heart drop to his stomach before his brain had even fully registered what was going on. He turned to the source of the sound just in time to watch Reid go down, head hitting the pavement hard as he landed with a near-sickening crack that made Jackson’s stomach lurch.
“Alright,” Jackson said with a sigh, reaching out to smooth Reid’s hair back from his forehead. “I ain’t going nowhere.”
open me up (Ripper Street - Jackson/Reid)
Reid let his hand come to rest on the edge of the stage, watching as the last girl left the room. He glanced at Jackson whose position mirrored his, yet looked so much more relaxed, so much more effortless, and sighed.
And Reid watched him go, skin still tingling with the ghost of his touch.
hush (Law and Order SVU - Kat/Amanda)
“You okay?”
The urge to tease Amanda for her known temper, for the way she froze people out when she was hurting was strong, but Kat was too sleepy, too cosy to be bothered, so she just hummed contentedly as she tucked Amanda against her side and let sleep finally take her.
sometimes (Law and Order SVU - Stabler/Carisi)
Sonny shifted his weight from foot to foot, flexing his hand at the sting in his knuckles from knocking too urgently on the door in front of him. His heart pounded just a little too hard, a little too fast. He told himself it was due to the uncertainty of being here, unsure of his place, unsure of his welcome, and maybe that was part of it, but a bigger part of it was his need to see that the man on the other side was okay.
“Yeah, Stabler,” he said, voice a little huskier than usual. “I am.”
Carry Me Home (Law and Order SVU - Benson/Carisi)
It shouldn’t really have come as a surprise at all that he snapped. He’d been feeling it buzzing under his skin for days now, threatening to break free at every interaction, anytime someone even so much as looked at him, really. He was frustrated— beyond frustrated—but it was born from exhaustion more than anything else.
Here, warm and comfortable and content, the nightmare of the past month of work felt miles away, and he let his eyes drift closed knowing in his heart that it would all be okay.
Forever (Law and Order SVU - Carisi/Rollins)
Sonny frowned as Amanda slid out of Olivia’s office like she didn’t want to be seen. He watched her until her eyes met his and for a moment she froze, looking guilty before she relaxed into a soft smile.
“Amanda,” Sonny cut her off, grinning from ear to ear as Jesse and Billie wrapped their arms around their legs, pushing them closer together, squealing with delight. “It’s perfect.”
honey, you're familiar (Law and Order SVU - Carisi/Rollins)
“Yeah?”
And he knew she did, no matter what. He knew she’d be there for whatever he needed, in ways he’d been too scared to ask of her before.
It Started with Pancakes (Law and Order SVU - Carisi/Langan)
It wasn’t like this between them, not really. They’d been sleeping together on and off, whenever they faced each other in court, for over a year, but that’s all it was. That’s all it had ever been. Which was why Trevor couldn’t quite understand the warmth blossoming behind his ribs at the sight of Sonny standing at his stove wearing a pair of Trevor’s sweat pants that were far too big for him, flipping pancakes like he did it all the time, like he belonged there.
Trevor huffed, smile stretching his face as that warmth blossomed behind his ribs again, stronger than ever before. “Me too.”
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