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A Certain Kind of Tease (Alex Casey x GN!Reader) (sugg!)

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I've been haunted by the way Sam Lake said 'striptease' in that video ya freaks of course saw and thought... Yeah. Hell yeah, I'll make Casey undress for his lover, why not? I have free will and I will make this fact everyone else's problem!

«A striptease? Seriously?”

Casey cocked his eyebrow, the expression on his face is all too familiar mix of irritation and tiredness that you’ve grown to love so much. Especially knowing that under that mask he was pretty flustered. You just knew how to get under his skin – and frankly, you were the only person allowed to do that.

“Just… ugh, Alex, don’t make this weird!” you groaned, tapping your foot on the ground like an impatient bunny. “Take off your clothes, that’s all. It’s not like I’m gonna put on ‘Stop’ by Sam Brown…”

“You just had to mention that damn song…” Casey chuckled, shaking his head and looking down at you as you sat on the very edge of your bed. Did he had a long day at work? Yes. Did the very second he saw you smiling at the doorframe and wrapping your hands around his frame made him forget that?

Always.

He loved to give his attention to you. Loved how you allowed him to be… just Alex. Not agent Casey. Though he did admired a bit of authority the name gave. Especially in your bedroom. And now you, a cheeky little thing, practically ordered him to undress. Slowly, you added with the sweetest little smile. The next thing he knew, you might as well steal his working clothes!..

He shook his head again. And started to unzip his jacket. You giggled, excitement filling your whole being and earned a stern gaze in return.

“Sorry, sorry. Do go on.”

“You’re the one making this weird, hun.”

But he, the mighty Alex Casey, listened to you. Shrugged off the jacket, rolling his shoulders. Caught it before it dropped to the ground and placed it almost neatly on the chair. The familiar gesture alone made you sigh and bite into your lips, thighs tensing – but no, no, not yet, he just started.

Casey didn’t knew he liked to be watched. But you were the exception. The exception in just about everything in his life. He liked how your eyes focused on him, but got that glazed look in them. Lips just slightly parted.

He tilted his head back, eyes focusing on yours as he ran a hand thorough his hair. Letting out a sigh.

“You owe me after that, sweetheart. Had a rough day at work.”

“Anything you want, handsome.”

He had to bite down a smirk. Handsome. Such a simple pet name and yet it gave him a boost every time you’d say it. His fingers gently hooked the knot of his tie and ran down the length of the fabric. Black with a barely discernible sheen of silver. Your gift. Casey said you were crazy to buy him such expensive things.

Of course it became his favorite tie.

The cloth passed through his fingers with a soft swish as he undid his tie. Casey tilted his head sideways, feeling the satisfying pop of a joint. Let out a groan, teasing you. Your thighs flexed again at that sound.

“You want me to go faster, sweetie?” Casey murmured with a crooked smile, now working on his perfect black vest, finger slowly counting each buttons. You shake your head ‘no’ mesmerized by a sight. If your gaze would travel just a bit lower however, you would’ve seen a bulge starting to form in front of his pants… desperate for attention just as you were. The vest was off alongside with a leather holster. The white shirt after that. Like deer in a headlights you watched the white fabric gently slide down his sculpted shoulders, looked at the many healed scars that covered his chest and stomach- you knew each one like the back of your hand. You liked to run your fingers over them and listen to the stories of how they came to be from Casey. You liked the texture of them against your pads.

“Fuckin’ hell… you’re so beautiful...” you breathed out, your fingers twitching with anticipation. You had to grab the white sheets and that motion didn’t escape the older man’s keen eye.

“Just a bit more. Patience is a virtue. You’re the one who asked me to do this slow, yeah?” even with your command, Casey somehow ended up in full control of situation. The buckle of his belt tinkled. You whined at the sound it made, softly.

“Do I need to ask you to come and take off my shoes?” he added a hint of feign frustation to his tone when you did that. You shook your head, both hating and loving him at this moment. The belt was a great quality, solid leather, black and hefty in his hand – giving you certain thoughts and ideas… it would probably sting like hell on your skin… you would whimper and try and scoot away and his hand, warm and calloused would press heavily on your lower back, making your ass stick up higher… how the leather would feel against your exposed sex, the juices staining dark skin...

“Stay with me here, hun,” Casey called for you just when the best part of the whole show was coming. Suddenly, he was much closer than he was a minute ago. He cupped your chin, making you look up at him. You realized that you were out of control for a long time now. You understood what he wanted from you without him muttering a word – like a pet knowing when its owner wants to see a trick. Casey started to talk again, his voice weaving you in a net of lust. You were keeping yourself busy taking off his pants.

Wasn’t this suppose to be a striptease? You couldn’t remember at this point. Didn’t want to think.

“See what your pretty eyes do with me, hm? I didn’t know you were such a perv. What, have you thought of that? Getting me undress while you sit all pretty and do nothing? Tough chance, love. Get to fuckin’ work.”

His cock was already hard when you pulled down Casey’s underwear. Your mouth immediately salivating at the sight of it – always so beautiful, so thick and perfect and – Casey’s hand tangled in your hair, guiding your head towards it. “F-fuck… nhh… that’s it, my sweet little perv… come on, suck my cock, I know you wanted this since the moment I came home…”

And you did wanted it. His musky taste after working all day filling your entire mouth as your lips and tongue worked on his shaft, licking and sucking and making a mess of your makeup. You used your hand to grab what your mouth couldn’t fit in and the way he felt in your hands made you moan, sending a vibration through his cock. You felt his hand grabbing your hair tighter in response – but he didn’t move his hips, allowing you to go on your own pace.

You wanted to praise him. Licked from the swollen red head all the way to the curly patch of hair. Pressing a kiss to his groin before going back.

“A-Alex… you taste so good,” you breath out, licking your lips, looking up at him with adoration. “I-I love sucking you off… love how amazing your cock is… and your body, you’re just…”

You felt yourself clench around nothing. Desperate, desperate, desperate for this man’s body.

“… keep going, sweetie,” he stopped you, shoving his cock back to your mouth, almost making you gag at it. You swore your eyes have gone cross ways at how mean he was suddenly getting to you. And you fucking loved it. He panted and looked down at you, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“… I told you you’d owe me. And the next time… nff-fuck! You will be the one dancing for me.”

[lilmoonbunny]

Just Alex; Alex Casey

When a case gone wrong leads to a confession, Casey is unsure how to act around her.

Warnings: hostage situation, stabbing, slight jealous!casey

This takes place before Alan Wake 2. Also, I'm only like half-way through, so he may be out-of-character.

Alex Casey loves coffee, anybody who knows him was aware of this. There was never a point in time when he was free and was seen without his beloved drink. Perhaps it was unhealthy – an addiction – but he couldn’t find him in it to care. With the stress of everything, coffee was the thing that made him feel better, well… one of the things.

Y/N was his co-worker, his partner in crime, if you will. She helped him feel better too, maybe even more than coffee did. Y/N was many things: kind, sweet, funny, and a coffee addict also; that was potentially a reason that the pair got along so well.

“Morning, Casey,” Y/N greeted the mentioned man with a smile the moment she spotted him entering the office, two cups in hand.

“I’ve told you before, Y/N, just Alex is fine,” he grumbled, passing her the coffee cup, a daily occurrence between them.

“I know, but then everyone looks at me weirdly, so…”

Because you’re the only person I let call me Alex, he thought to himself with an internal roll of the eyes.

Casey simply sighed and sipped his own coffee.

The case that they were working was tough. There were no leads and neither of the duo knew where to go with it next, which is why they brought in Graham.

Graham was around their age, a cop from the town that they were currently working in, and Casey did not like him one bit.

“Y/N, why don’t you come with me, and I’ll show you around?” Graham grinned as he pointed towards his car, completely ignoring her partner as he did so.

The woman, however, seemed oblivious to the flirtatious offer that the cop gave, smiling politely and looking towards Casey. “Me and Casey have got somewhere to be soon; a meeting with something very important.”

Casey shot her a look. They had nowhere else to be, nor any leads, so why was she saying this? She simply nodded at him.

“Oh, all right,” Graham said, clearly annoyed that Casey came first. “Maybe another time?”

“Absolutely!” She smiled, although it didn’t quite meet her eyes. “See you later.”

A relieved sigh left her lips the moment Graham was out of earshot.

“We have something to meet? Did you mean someone?” Casey asked bluntly, confusion filling his face when she laughed.

“Coffee, Casey. We have a meeting with coffee.” She grinned, this time it completely meeting her eyes and he couldn’t help the small smile that crawled onto his lips. “I couldn’t stand listening to him flirt any longer, it was awful.”

“You realised? You seemed oblivious,”

“Years of being around men will teach you to act that way, Casey.”

He grumbled. “Just Alex is fine.”

The case had gotten intense, and Y/N and Casey were currently hunting the killer. Back-up was on the way, but they had to chase the killer alone, or else they’d lose him for God knows how long.

Guns drawn, the pair rushed after the shadows of the suspect, muddy footsteps mixed with blood being their lead.

“FBI! Show yourself!” Y/N called into the wooded area, eyes darting around the scene, looking for the killer or anything that may reveal his location.

Casey was behind her, watching their backs just in case, but a gasp from his partner had him spinning around.

In front of him stood the killer, Y/N in his arms with a gun to her head. His body froze, yet his face remained neutral, his own gun raised towards the killer. He couldn’t get a clear shot of him, but hopefully it would deter him from doing something stupid.

“Drop your weapon,” Casey demanded, heart racing.

“Or what?” The killer taunted. “You’ll shoot? I’ll just shove your pretty little girlfriend here in front of me.”

Y/N remained silent, focusing on her breathing whilst planning how to get out of this mess. Her gun had been grabbed and tossed the moment he got a hold of her, so that was no use, but the knife on her thigh…

Casey was stumped for what to do. He was right, of course, shooting at him would just get Y/N in more danger, and that was the last thing that he wanted; he never wanted her in danger. Back-up was likely nowhere near and possibly had no idea where they were.

“Look,” He had to stall for time, “I know you’re scared, but hurting her will just give you less options.” Casey had no idea what he was saying and had to force himself to keep his gaze on the killer and not the woman he had grown fond of that was in danger. “I’m a witness, remember.”

The killer tensed at his words. “You know nothing about what I’m feeling.” He spat. “You’ve never known true fear.”

“I have, and I am right now.”

“Why!?”

The gun was on him now, perfect.

Y/N’s arm slowly inched towards the knife strapped to her thigh whilst she prayed Casey could keep him distracted.

“Because you’re holding her hostage,”

“And that matters why?”

Almost there, Y/N thought to herself, the conversation going on unheard by her as she focused.

“Because I love her.”

The moment she had hold of the knife, she swung it into the killer’s thigh, feeling his grip on her and the gun release as he stumbled backwards. Casey’s eyes widened, both at the confession that had just hit him and the fact that Y/N had stabbed him.

Y/N’s own eyes widened in shock at her actions as she let out a breath that she was unaware that she had been holding. “Oh my God,” she gasped, turning to face the killer who was lying on the floor. Without thinking, she rushed towards him, unsure of what to do; Casey did the same.

“Here,” Casey handed Y/N her usual coffee as she sat in the empty office.

“Thanks,” she muttered, curling into her soaked FBI jacket.

Casey took note of her shivering form and excused himself before coming back with his dry jacket, passing it to her. “Take this.” He spoke.

“Thank you,” she said, finally looking up at him from where she was sat.

The silence was comfortable, at least to her; Casey had no idea what to say to her, assuming she had heard his earlier confession.

“Casey,” Y/N broke the silence, “are you all right? You look uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. It was out of line, and I shouldn’t have said it.” He rushed.

“What did you say? Have I missed something?” She asked, cuddling into his jacket.

It smells like him, she noted.

“In the forest, before you…” He trailed off.

“I’ll be honest, Alex, I wasn’t listening.”

The use of his name had his cheeks flushing red. “You finally said it,”

“Well, yeah. You kind of saved my life, I think I owe you.”

“Saved your life? How?”

Y/N smiled softly, reaching out to take his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

“You kept him distracted long enough for me to grab my knife, idiot. Now, what were you on about?”

Alex sighed quietly, taking a sip of his coffee. “It’s nothing.”

Y/N glanced at him, his awkwardness something she wasn’t used to seeing on him. Something was up, and she wanted to know what.

"Did you say you loved me or something?” She joked, eyes widening as he pulled his hand away from her own and tensed. “Oh, you did.”

She watched as he quickly stood to his feet. “Forget about it,” he muttered, turning to leave.

“Alex, c’mon.” You can’t just rush off when I find out you feel the same.”

Her words had him freezing in place, slowly turning to face her.

“The same?”

“That is what I said, yes.”

He smiled. “You mean that?”

“Obviously, you idiot,”

The pair smiled at each other as he took a seat opposite her once again. Y/N’s hand found his again, the warmth shooting through their bodies the moment their skin touched.

Sure, it might have been a life-or-death situation that got them to admit their feelings, but at least they got there.

“It took you years to call me Alex, I will never forget that.”

“We were having a moment…”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 19: Build a snowman

Fandom: Alan Wake 2

Character: Alex Casey

Naughty or Nice

A/n: Should have been posted yesterday.

Alex loved you, he honestly did not know how he landed someone like you. Someone so wonderful, so sweet, someone that took all his pain and nightmares away. He could not have been happier that you said yes to him to be his wife.

Then you made him a father.

He cried the day is little girl was born, cried the day you found out you were pregnant with your second child. He finally had his big happy family, he did what ever he could do for his two children and you.

And since it was getting close to Christmas he was going to do whatever he could do to make them enjoy this winter. Grinning, the man watched his little one's play in the snow. "Ah let me help you Alan."

Rushing to his son, he knelt by the little boy as he started to roll a small amount of snow in a ball to create a snow man. His little girl cheering, little giggle's escaping her lips.

"Go! Daddy! Go."

Huffing, Alex peered over his shoulder grinning for a moment.

"Ya, ya...go daddy." Letting out a grunt, he lifted the ball of snow to finish the snow man. Lifting up his son he let the little boy wrap the scarf around the neck along with placing the hat on its head.

Turning to face his daughter he then let her create the face.

"Now that's a perfect snowman." He looked down at his two kids as they beamed up at him.

Snorting, you tugged the jacket closer to your body as you rested your head on his shoulder. "It's missing its arms."

"Huh?!"

[desperate-gay]

jealous alex morgan? im obsessed with how you write her

Childish Jealousy

Alex Morgan x fem!reader

it’s a little childish universe✨

minor SMUT 18+ in the beginning

summary: your wife’s jealousy comes in the most unexpected ways

a/n: first universe incoming with @occasionallyaurora !

“Fuck, Alex.” You breathe, hips instinctively lifting to chase the warmth of your fiancée’s sweet tongue. Her hands tighten around your hips, pinning you down, her nails pressing half-moon marks into your skin.

The slick sounds of her mouth lapping you over fill the air, mingling with the soft chirping of early morning birds outside the window. A bead of sweat rolls down Alex’s forehead, the heat from the blankets making the space between you sweltering.

“Please don’t stop, baby, just like that. I’m so close.” You writhe, fingers tangled in the sheets as your teeth sink into your lower lip to muffle the moans threatening to spill out.

Right as you’re about to teeter over the edge, your bedroom door bursts open with a little girl barreling straight for you two. You sit up as quickly as possible, fixing your hair to look like you weren’t just getting eaten out.

“Mommy!” Charlie cheers, waddling to your side of the bed, reaching out for your hands.

“Hi, honey! Good morning.” You muster up a smile, grasping the girl’s tiny hands.

Alex huffs under the blankets and thumps her head on the inside of your thigh, realizing that she was just proven wrong.

“What’s mama doing?” Charlie asks, tilting her head curiously to the side, staring at the big lump under the blankets.

Your heart stutters and eyes slightly widen. You lightly smack the back of your fiancée, signaling for her to get up and for the love of god wipe her face.

“Mama is just being silly. Why don’t you go downstairs and put on some cartoons while mama and I get ready to make breakfast, yeah?” The little girl enthusiastically nods and tramples off, allowing you to let out a sigh of relief.

Alex peeks out from under the blanket with a sheepish smile, chin resting on your stomach. Her brown hair sticks to her forehead, blue eyes still blown with lust, lips glistening with evidence of what should have been your perfect morning.

You however are not so amused.

Your core aches, the pleasure that had been coiling so tightly now completely dissipated. And to top it all off, you have a three-year-old to entertain.

“Good morning my beautiful fiancée.” Alex says with a charming smile but is quickly shut down by one look from you.

Huffing, you shove her aside and yank your underwear and pajama shorts back into place. Alex watches as you toss the comforter off and storm into the bathroom, punctuating your exit with a sharp slam of the door.

The brunette stays seated in bed, staring blankly at the wall with a deep sigh. She runs her fingers through her bed head, combing through it to untangle the minor knots.

Minutes later, you reappear from the bathroom, shoulders slumping as you sink into the end of the mattress.

“I told you so.” You say, voice low and pointed.

Alex barely lifts her head from her phone, though her gaze flickers with guilt.

“I told you we didn’t have enough time, but you insisted—”

“And I am so, so sorry, my love.” Alex scoots up behind you, slipping her arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Mmm, I know you are, and that’s why you will be going downstairs and making our daughter breakfast while I go take a much-needed shower.” You place a chaste kiss on the girl’s cheek before getting up to gather your clothes for after the shower.

—

“That was a long shower.” Alex teases as you step into the kitchen, freshly dressed and looking far more put together than earlier.

“Well I had to give myself my own o-r-g-a-s-m which was remarkable by the way.” You taunt, spelling out the word because your daughter sits at the kitchen table, waiting for the pancakes your fiancée is currently flipping.

The striker freezes, expression dropping at your admission.

You smirk as you pluck a piece of fruit from the counter behind her, pop it into your mouth, and stroll over to Charlie.

“Shit.” Alex curses under her breath when she realizes the pancake had been left on one side for too long.

“Hey, honey. How’d you sleep last night?” You ask the young girl beside you who is currently scribbling away in her coloring book.

“I slept good. I dreamed about my stuffed animals talking to me and we had to save you and mama from the king of the wolves!” Charlie rambles enthusiastically while you smile and nod your head with a huff of laughter.

“Did you save us?”

“I don’t know! I woke up before the end.”

“Oh no.” You dramatically gasp with a hand on your chest.

You and Charlie both talk and giggle with one another as you help color a butterfly in on her page. Alex watches from afar with a soft smile on her face, never getting tired of seeing you two together.

“Did someone call for pancakes?” Your fiancée walks over with a plate full of the fluffy food, some vegan for herself and the rest regular for you and Charlie.

“Thank you, my love.” You smile, looking up at Alex who begins to lean down for a kiss before a tiny hand blocks her way.

“Wha—”

“My mommy.”

You giggle behind your hand at the little standoff happening in front of you. Alex pouts, glaring playfully while Charlie scowls right back.

This behavior has been highly usual with Charlie for the past couple of weeks. She is constantly attached to your hip whether it’s movie night, taking a walk, or even sitting at the dinner table.

Alex thought it was just a phase, but now she’s starting to wonder if her kid is stealing her fiancée out of spite. She’s not sure what Charlie could possibly be spiteful about, but that’s the only explanation she can come up with.

“Alright you two. Let’s sit down and have some wonderful pancakes mama made for us, yeah?” Charlie’s glare is soon wiped off her face, cheering when she notices your smile.

“Here you go, pumpkin.” Alex reaches over to help cut the food up for Charlie when the young girl smacks her hand away. Your fiancée recoils with a small noise and a shocked look.

“I want mommy to do it.” Your daughter huffs, switching her look to you with puppy dog eyes.

“She wants mommy to do it.” Alex mutters under her breath, mimicking the toddler’s tone as she hands you the fork and knife.

You smile sympathetically at the striker, rubbing your free hand up and down her back in reassurance.

After breakfast, Alex heads to the living room with Charlie after you insisted on doing the dishes since she cooked. Alex doesn’t argue. You’re always on about balance in a relationship which started because she insists on pampering you 24/7, and you wanted her to have a break too.

Alex plops down in the middle of the couch. Charlie, however, sits as close to the edge as she possibly can, still holding a grudge over mama stealing you earlier.

A few minutes later, you walk out with a relieved sigh and slump onto the other side of Alex. Your fiancée lifts her arm to wrap around your shoulders with a warm smile only for Charlie to immediately hop between you two, shoving her little body in the middle.

“You do know she’s my fiancée, missy.” Alex says, quirking an eyebrow when Charlie grasps onto you like a koala to a tree.

“But she’s my mommy.”

“So I’ve heard.” Your fiancée mutters, rolling her eyes.

With a dramatic sigh, she starts to scoot down the couch, but before she can, you reach out.

“You know, there’s plenty of room for all of us on the couch.” You extend your hand out for the striker, Charlie intertwines her hand with yours first.

“No! Only room for me and mommy.”

You bite your lip to contain your smile when you see Alex’s nose flare and eye twitch at the little girl’s statement. Your fiancée swiftly gets up and slowly walks behind the couch, dragging her index finger along the backside of it.

“Well,” she murmurs, circling like a predator, “how would you feel if I got a kiss from Mommy?”

She gently tilts your chin, about to steal a kiss when Charlie’s little hands grab onto both of your cheeks and yanks your attention back to her.

“Mommy, look at me!”

You chuckle, placing a quick kiss on Charlie’s forehead. Alex, however, glares at her tiny nemesis.

The tall brunette eventually gives up and stomps upstairs with a loud groan.

“Where are you going?” You call after her.

“Somewhere where I’m actually wanted. Our bed!”

—

“Someone’s grumpy today.” Jaedyn mutters to a nodding Naomi, both watching Alex angrily kick a ball across the field.

“She’s been like this all week! Someone’s gotta do something.” Naomi sighs, shaking her head as Alex stomps off to get some water.

As practice continues, your fiancée’s frustration only seems to escalate. The rest of the team bears the brunt of her aggression: forceful passes, irritated groans, and an overall short fuse.

“What’s going on with that limp, Girma?” Casey asks, having noticed the discomfort of the defender the past few minutes.

“Just some tightness and cramping.” Naomi waves her hand in dismissal, but Casey quickly shakes her head and points to the tunnel.

“Go visit, Y/n, and get that kink sorted out. Can’t have my best player hurting.” The coach winks with a smile.

You're sorting through paperwork when a familiar figure appears at your door. You look up with a smile, tucking away some files before walking over to the exam chair where the girl is sat.

“Hey, Nay! What’s going on? Someone told me you were coming due to calf issues?” You ask, slipping on some rubber gloves for precaution.

“Umm, actually I’m feeling just fine. I came here to talk to you…about Alex.”

Your hands freeze mid-motion before you pull the gloves off, brows furrowing slightly.

“Oh.”

Naomi watches you with her lip tucked in between her teeth, wondering if she has intruded on something she shouldn’t have.

“Well what’s going on with Alex?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows

“I don’t mean to intrude, so if I am, please tell me. But she’s been grumpy all week, and today it’s even worse. I’m not sure if anything happened between you two or what’s going on because you both drive here together and look just fine.”

Inhaling, your eyes wander across the room wondering what could make your fiancée happy at home but grumpy here. Now that you think about it, your fiancée has been acting a little off at home, and maybe she’s concealing it more there because of Charlie.

“Nothing happened at home that I know of. Did she say anything or did someone say something before she got in this mood?” You question, attempting to get any information to help with this new found mystery.

“Huh, I never thought about that. Oh! Emily brought up Alex needing to get laid as a joke a few days ago.” Naomi rolls her eyes repeating the statement, realizing how blunt it sounds out loud.

And suddenly it clicks. Alex hasn’t been grumpy at home, she’s been clingy and pouty. You realize this Charlie clingy situation has been affecting her more than you thought, having barely any time for each other.

Naomi watches your mouth open and head tilt with a nod, signaling you may have figured out what’s wrong.

“I think I know exactly what’s going on.”

—

“Mommy, I don’t wanna go!” Charlie cries out, clinging onto your leg while Servando watches with an amused grin.

“Don’t you wanna spend time with daddy? He even said you can have ice cream before dinner!”

“I did?” He raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes you did. Remember?” You smile with gritted teeth, nodding your head down at the little girl who is clinging so tight to your leg you feel like you’re losing circulation.

“Right! I remember now. Don’t you want ice cream with daddy, and maybe some Disney movies?” Servando extends his hand, watching Charlie peek her head out from your leg.

“I guess, but you promise you will miss me?” You almost melt at the question.

“I’ll miss you so, so much, my Charlie-girl. But you’re going to have so much fun, you might even forget about me for a little while!”

She gasps dramatically at the thought, eyes wide as if the idea is absurd. But after a moment of contemplation, she finally nods, letting Servando scoop her up. You send him a grateful smile, throwing in one more thank you before they head out.

Alex, however, has no idea about this little change of plans. Normally, Charlie would be home tonight, but realizing how little time you and your fiancée have had alone, you decided to surprise her.

And now, with the house empty and a rare moment to yourselves, you set the perfect mood.

Around an hour later, keys can be heard jingling at the door before Alex appears in the doorway. She hesitates, eyes narrowing as she notices the lack of light and sound in the house. It’s unusual. Normally, she’d be greeted by giggles, the hum of cartoons, or at the very least, your voice.

Her steps are slow and cautious as she makes her way through the house, not wanting to wake up what she figured was a two person nap. Once she finally makes her way up the stairs, her eyebrows raise at the dim light spilling through the crack of your bedroom door.

Pushing it open, she stops dead in her tracks.

“What’s going on here?” The striker asks, scanning the scene before her.

Candles flicker across the room, casting soft golden light. A trail of rose petals winds from the doorway to the perfectly made bed, the air thick with the scent of vanilla and jasmine.

Then her eyes land on you.

“Welcome home, baby.”

You step out from the shadows of the bathroom, wrapped in navy blue lace, the color that makes her weak. Two flutes of champagne rest in your hands as you slowly make your way to her, the sway of your hips hypnotizing.

Alex watches you with barely concealed hunger, placing her phone on the bedside table before sinking onto the edge of the mattress. You approach her with a sly grin and carefully straddle her lap, careful not to spill the liquid in the two glasses.

Flipping your hair to the side, you hand her one of the glasses. Alex takes it, fingers brushing over yours as her gaze lingers over your body.

“What’s this all for?” She asks, voice thick with curiosity.

“We haven’t had enough time to ourselves, so I figured I’d surprise you.” You hum, roaming your finger along her jawline.

“And Charlie?”

“With Servando.”

Alex exhales slowly, a smirk tugging at her lips as she sets both glasses aside. Her hands find your hips, fingers tracing the delicate lace, exploring every curve as she takes you in like a masterpiece.

“What did I do to deserve you?” Alex whispers with dreamy eyes.

“Maybe wished upon a star.” You tease with a smile, tilting your head.

She chuckles, but the sound is quickly swallowed when you lean in, capturing her lips in a kiss that turns desperate in seconds—needy, just like the two of you have been.

Alex’s grip tightens, her hands roaming with growing urgency. Whatever patience she had is long gone.

“Maybe I can make up for that morning that was interrupted a few days ago?” Your fiancée mumbles against your lips, voice dripping with lust.

“Just fuck me, Alex.”

[aubvrns]

"Longer Than A Fortnight"

| SVU & Headcanons

Synopsis — Their love languages towards you, and the kind they want to receive.

Note — Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Alexandra Cabot, Casey Novak

(Female centered, but no pronouns used.)

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Olivia Benson

• — Olivia Benson is 100% acts of service.

• — She is the kind of lover that will tie your shoelaces, even if she’s running late.

• — WILL AND I MEAN WILL, do the simplest tasks for you just because she can!

• — "What you do mean you went out to get groceries? Without me?"

• — Her way of saying "I love you." is to comb your hair after you finished showering, and she asks you to sit on her lap as she does. (biting my fists rn)

• — Though, she craves for words of affirmation.

• — She didn’t grow up in a home where she felt appreciated, nor did she ever felt the comfort of her parents.

• — But she knew she loved you when you told her the sweetest sentence ever.

• — "I love you so much that you make me get out of bed to get groceries."

• — Seconds later, you felt arms behind you. Not long enough before your shoulder dampens.

Elliot Stabler

• — This man is so quality time.

• — He knows he has a dangerous job that occupies his time, hours and hours in the precinct.

• — But any chance he gets, he will come home to you.

• — "Pack your bags, we’re going to Italy!"

• — He’s afraid of losing you, or letting you go to the plane’s bathroom because you’re comfortable in his arms.

• — Amidst the turbulence, he enjoys your physical touch.

• — From all the abuse and torment he witnessed, it’s rare for him to feel safe nowadays.

• — That’s why he isn’t afraid to admit that he loves the way you kiss his forehead, trace patterns on his gentle calloused hands, or spooning him when he gets nightmares.

• — "Italy won’t run away, let’s just stay 5 more minutes in bed."

• — More so, your vanilla scented hair was his view of a vacation.

Alexandra Cabot

• — Shoot me when I say this blonde’s love language isn’t giving gifts.

• — Being a lawyer with an amazing conviction rate also means having money, money, money!

• — She enjoys spoiling you, giving you everything you need and want just because she can. She refuses to let you reach for your wallet, at all.

• — "I bought the necklace you stared at earlier!"

• — Besides your lips, Ms. Cabot also tracks your eyes. (i would like to have you for christmas)

• — Staring at you, she never noticed how much she longed for acts of service.

• — Her parents were always away, and she was left alone. Her parents’ money were their way of saying they’re sorry they couldn’t come to her graduation.

• — She was surprised when you called in sick, even though she was the one coughing like there’s no tomorrow.

• — "What do you mean I could’ve bought myself medicine instead of your necklace?"

• — You can’t help but smile as you sat beside her laying body, wiping her warm face with a wet cloth as she explains how much your necklace reminds her of your eyes.

Casey Novak

• — This redheaded loser in a hot body cannot go on a day without physical touch.

• — She was raised as an affectionate child, expressing her love greatly as her parents did.

• — Her auburn hair is as warm as her as you lay between her arms, her face on the crook of your neck as she sleeps soundly.

• — "If only court saw how soft and adorable you are when you sleep, you wouldn’t seem so intimidating." You say, playing with her hair.

• — Smiling lovingly, she unconsciously pulls you closer.

• — Aside from her comfort, she adores your words of affirmation.

• — She was the kid who would wait in her teachers’ approval, hoping that she did good enough for their expectations.

• — Luckily for her, she didn’t have to wait anymore.

• — "You think I look soft and adorable when I sleep? I think I want to kiss you right now."

• — And she did, like the soft and adorable loser she is.

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[theartofcollapse]

World’s Worst Detectives - Casey Novak

a/n: i'm taking requests, so feel free to dm me :) summary: you reveal your relationship with Casey to the SVU squad after 5 years. pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warning: none word count: 880

masterlist

The morning started like any other, Elliot sipping his too hot coffee, Fin scrolling through his phone, Olivia looking over case files, and Munch complaining about the copy machine. Business as usual, until Y/N walked into the precinct wearing a diamond ring the size of a small planet.

"Nice rock,” Fin said casually, before doing a double take. “Wait... damn, Y/N! What’s that about?”

“Yeah,” Olivia chimed in, narrowing her eyes. “What aren’t you telling us?”

Y/N smirked, leaning against the nearest desk. “What? This old thing?” she said, holding up her hand for dramatic effect.

“Holy crap, are you engaged?” Munch asked, adjusting his glasses like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Yep,” Y/N said breezily.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Elliot cut in, setting his coffee down. “Since when are you even dating anyone?”

“Since, like, five years ago,” Y/N said nonchalantly.

The room collectively froze. It was like Y/N had dropped a bomb in the middle of the squad.

“Five years?” Olivia echoed, her voice a mix of shock and betrayal. “You’ve been dating someone for five years and didn’t say a word?”

“We’re just private and don’t bring our personal lives to work,” Y/N replied with a shrug, clearly enjoying their stunned reactions.

“Private?!” Elliot gawked. “You’ve been in a five-year relationship and didn’t think to mention it?”

“Who’s the lucky mystery person?” Fin asked, leaning forward.

Y/N’s grin widened. “Casey.”

“Novak?!”

The room practically erupted at the revelation. And, as if summoned by their collective disbelief, Casey Novak herself walked into the precinct carrying a stack of files. She paused when she saw everyone staring at her like she’d just confessed to a major crime.

“What?” Casey asked, her brow furrowing.

“Oh, nothing,” Munch said, smirking. “We’re just learning that you and Y/N have been secretly dating for five years and are now engaged.”

Casey sighed, glancing at Y/N. “You told them?”

“They noticed the ring,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Kind of hard to miss.”

“Wait,” Olivia cut in, pointing between them. “How did you guys even get together? Like… how did this start?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Y/N said, shooting Casey a playful grin. “She flirted with me during my deposition prep. Very professional.”

“I did not flirt,” Casey said, rolling her eyes. “I advised you. Thoroughly.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/N teased. “And that ‘thorough advice’ turned into drinks after work, then dinner, then…”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” Elliot groaned.

“You live together?” Olivia asked, her mouth still slightly open in shock.

“For years,” Y/N replied, looking far too pleased with herself.

“For years?” Fin exclaimed. “How the hell did we miss this?”

“You’re the detectives,” Y/N said, dripping with sarcasm. “How did you not find out?”

Elliot threw up his hands. “I don’t know! You two never acted like… you know… a couple.”

Casey let out a dry laugh. “Are you serious? We’ve been dropping hints for years. You just didn’t notice.”

“What hints?” Olivia challenged, crossing her arms.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Casey said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “The time Y/N brought me lunch to court every single day during that Riker’s assault trial?”

“Or,” Y/N added, “the time we came to the precinct’s Christmas party in matching sweaters and you thought it was a ‘cute coincidence.’”

“Oh my God,” Fin muttered. “The ugly snowman sweaters. How did I miss that?”

“And don’t forget, that time Casey stayed over at my apartment during that snowstorm. Elliot, you called me to ask if she made it home safe, and I said, ‘Yeah, she’s in the kitchen making pancakes.’”

Elliot slapped his forehead. “I thought you were just being a good host!”

Munch adjusted his glasses, a suspicious look crossing his face. “What about that time we caught you two sharing a cab after that fundraiser?”

“We went home together,” Casey said bluntly.

Munch’s jaw dropped. “And I just thought… God, I don’t know what I thought.”

“Clearly, not much,” Y/N teased.

Fin leaned back in his chair, laughing. “Man, we really are slippin’. I can’t believe we didn’t piece this together.”

“Hold up,” Olivia said, narrowing her eyes at Casey. “So, when you storm out of here after Y/N gets assigned to some dangerous op, that’s not just you being a concerned ADA, is it?”

“Nope,” Casey said with a sly smile.

“And the way you glare at anyone who so much as flirts with her?” Fin added.

“Yeah, that’s me marking my territory,” Casey said dryly.

“I feel so betrayed,” Elliot muttered, shaking his head.

“Oh, come on,” Y/N said, laughing. “You didn’t really need to know all this. It’s not like it affects your jobs.”

“We’re detectives,” Olivia said, throwing her hands up. “We’re supposed to notice things like this!”

“Maybe you should take a refresher course,” Casey quipped, earning a round of laughter from everyone except Elliot, who still looked like his world had been turned upside down.

“Well,” Munch said, standing up and grabbing his coat. “Congratulations, I guess. But if you two start making out in the precinct, I’m filing a complaint.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Y/N said, shooting Casey a wink. “We save that for home.”

“Stop,” Elliot groaned, covering his ears.

Casey smirked, pulling Y/N toward the door. “Come on, babe. Let’s leave them to process.”

As the two of them left, hand in hand, Olivia let out a deep sigh. “I can’t believe we missed this.”

“Maybe next time,” Fin said, still laughing, “we should start paying attention to what’s right under our noses.”

Munch shook his head. “Or maybe we should all just retire while we still have some dignity.”

[cathrrrine]

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

[olderwomenenthusiast]

EMILY PRENTISS

UNCOVER AFTERMATH

DESCRIPTION: emily reminds you who you belong to after being undercover

GAME OF POWER

DESCRIPTION: emily finally as her way with you & vice versa

DRINKS, KISSES & THE MORNING AFTER

DESCRIPTION: the tension between emily and you finally snaps

PULLING RANK

DESCRIPTION: emily pulls rank on you during and arguement at home

SPENCER REID

SOUTHERN ACCENT

DESCRIPTION: spencer is fascinated, maybe more than by your southern accent

TELL ME IN THE MORNING

DESCRIPTION: you make sure spencer tells you his confession when he's sober

JEALOUSY & CONFESSION

DESCRIPTION: you speak to jj about your jealousy and in return, encourages you

ALEX CABOT

SHE'S IN CONTROL

DESCRIPTION: you were meant to be focusing on the team's meeting but alex made sure you were only focused on her

LESSON IN CONTROL

DESCRIPTION: alex is in complete control over your body

CALEX

THE CHOICES WE MAKE

DESCRIPTION: casey has to choose between her girlfriend, alex or her new job offer

TOO LATE

DESCRIPTION: casey wants alex but she's too late

MORNING BLISS

DESCRIPTION: casey has her way with alex in bed and in the shower

CASEY NOVAK

UNDER PRESSURE

DESCRIPTION: casey arrives at your house insistent on making you pay

MELISSA SCHEMMENTI

THE GAMES WE PLAY

DESCRIPTION: you and melissa play this game where you constantly mess with each until one day you take it too far

FINALLY GETTING HER ATTENTION

DESCRIPTION: you really want melissa to pay attention to you

[spicyschemmenti]

THE CONTRACT ᥫ᭡ alex cabot, casey novak x fem!reader

PART ONE

you didn’t expect much when you moved in — just a fresh start, a quiet place, and maybe some privacy. but the neighbors next door are nothing like you imagined, and they’ve been watching you just as closely as you’ve watched them. one night, they offer you a contract — clear, structured, and full of promises you’ve only ever dreamed of obeying.

age gap, contract negotiation

calex masterlist (coming soon) calex taglist

You moved into the apartment next to theirs about a month ago. It wasn’t anything fancy — just a quiet street, tall brownstones, and a front door that didn’t stick when you turned the key. The place smelled like fresh paint and dust, and for the first time, it was just yours. No roommates, no shared kitchen, no socks left in the sink that weren’t yours. You were proud of that, even if most nights you sat cross-legged on the floor eating microwave dinners and calling it dinner.

But from the very first day, what stood out the most wasn’t the freedom. It was them.

They lived next door in a unit that always smelled like red wine and something floral — jasmine, maybe — and everything about them felt like another world.

You met Alex first. She was tall, with long blonde hair pulled back into something sleek and sharp, like she never had a strand out of place. Her heels clicked when she walked. Her suits were always dark and perfect, the fabric hugging her like it belonged there. She looked like someone important. Not just rich — dangerous. Like she could destroy you with a sentence and still say it gently. You passed her on the stairs with a box in your arms and she said, “You must be the new neighbor,” in a voice that made your knees go weak. You smiled too wide and said something dumb and tried not to stare at her mouth.

A day or two later, you saw Casey. She was different. Where Alex was composed, Casey was wild. Auburn curls that bounced when she walked, worn leather jackets and faded jeans that clung to her hips. Her eyes were green and sharp and playful, and her laugh — god, her laugh — it echoed through the hallways sometimes, deep and genuine and totally unfiltered. She called you “kid” the first time she saw you fumbling with your mailbox and winked before walking off. You stood there holding your mail and blushing for longer than you wanted to admit.

They were older. Definitely older. Maybe fifteen years, maybe more. You never asked, but you could feel it. Not in a bad way — it wasn’t about wrinkles or numbers. It was something in the way they moved, the way they looked at you like they already knew what you were going to say before you said it. They weren’t trying to figure life out anymore. They already had. And now they were watching you figure it out.

You didn’t mean to stare. Not really. But you did.

In the mornings, Casey would stretch on the front steps with her headphones in, tight tank tops riding up her stomach, skin shiny with sweat. You’d pretend to be checking your phone while your eyes followed the curve of her back, the way her sports bra dug into her skin.

And in the evenings, you’d hear the click of Alex’s heels before you saw her — always coming home after dark, always composed. Sometimes she’d stand out on the small shared balcony with a glass of wine and a cigarette in one hand, her eyes scanning the street like she was watching a case play out in her mind. Sometimes they were both out there, talking low, wine glasses in their hands, and you’d watch from behind your blinds, barely breathing, feeling like a pervert but unable to look away.

At night, you couldn’t stop thinking about them.

You’d close your eyes and imagine their hands on you — Alex holding you still with that quiet authority, whispering rules in your ear while you trembled under her gaze. Casey grinning, her voice low and filthy, her fingers inside you as she told you not to come until she said. You imagined being between them, both of them using you, teasing you, praising you.

You’d touch yourself with your face pressed into your pillow, hips grinding against your hand, their names tangled on your tongue in gasps and moans. Sometimes you came quickly. Other nights, you edged yourself until you were aching, imagining how they’d make you beg.

It was a fantasy. A deep one. An addictive one. You kept telling yourself that’s all it would ever be.

But then one afternoon, you found a package on your doorstep. Small. Brown paper. Neatly labeled — but it wasn’t for you. It had Alex’s name on it. You stared at it, heart skipping for reasons you couldn’t explain, and you stood there holding it for too long before finally knocking on their door.

Alex answered almost immediately.

She wasn’t in her usual suit this time. Just a soft white blouse with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, the top two buttons undone. Her hair was pulled back loosely, a few pieces framing her face. She looked… soft, in a way that made your stomach flutter. But her eyes were sharp as ever. She looked at the box in your hands, then at your face, and smiled — not a warm smile. Not a neighborly one. Something else.

“Come in,” she said.

You didn’t even think. You stepped inside.

The air smelled like their place always did — wine, vanilla, something floral — but stronger, closer. The music was soft in the background, jazz playing low from a speaker. Everything was neat, but not sterile. The couch had a blanket tossed across it, a pair of wine glasses sat half-finished on the table. You felt like you’d stepped into a secret.

Casey was leaning against the kitchen counter, barefoot, in tight jeans and a black tank top. She looked you up and down and grinned. “Told you she’d show up.”

You tried to say something — maybe laugh, maybe ask a question — but your throat was tight. The air felt thick. Charged. This didn’t feel like returning a package. It felt like something was already happening.

In the middle of the room, on the dining table, was a single sheet of paper. Next to it, a pen. You stepped closer and looked down.

The title stopped your breath.

Mutual Consent & Exploration Agreement

You stared at it, not understanding.

Then Alex moved behind you. Her presence was quiet, but it wrapped around you like heat.

“We’ve seen the way you look at us,” she said. Her voice was low, close to your ear.

Casey pushed off the counter and came to stand in front of you. “We like the way you look,” she said, tilting her head. “Shy. Hungry. Like you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

Alex’s hand brushed your shoulder. “We’re offering you something. Not a fling. Not a game. Real control. Real structure. Real pleasure. If you want it.”

Casey tapped the paper. “It’s simple. Consent. Boundaries. Rules. You give yourself to us — when we say. You let us take control. Use you. Own you. Safely. Completely.”

Your mouth was dry. Your thighs pressed together. Your heart was pounding so loud you barely heard her next words.

“You don’t have to sign it. You can walk away. But if you don’t — if you do sign — you’re ours. Evenings. Weekends. Whatever we decide. And we’ll take care of everything.”

Casey’s fingers slid along your wrist. Her touch was warm, electric.

“Unless,” she added, voice dropping, “this was just a fantasy. Something you did under the covers, thinking of us.”

You looked up at her, startled. Her smirk said she already knew the answer.

Your fingers trembled as they reached for the pen.

Alex’s hand stayed on your shoulder, firm and steady.

“You’re making the right choice,” she whispered.

You’re still holding the pen, but now you’re aware of how your palm is starting to sweat. You shift slightly in the chair, legs crossed too tightly, heart thudding like it’s echoing through the walls. The words on the page in front of you are precise, formal — but there’s nothing dry about them. Not with Alex watching you from one side, and Casey was now circling the table like she’s deciding whether to kiss you or devour you.

“You’re quiet,” Casey murmurs, stopping behind you. Her hand brushes the back of your chair. “Is that nervous silence, or dirty daydreaming?”

You manage a shaky laugh and glance up at her over your shoulder. “Both?”

Casey grins. “Cute answer.”

Alex’s voice is smooth, low. “It’s the right one.”

You look between them — these two women who feel like too much and just enough all at once. You take a breath and try to steady your voice. “I’ve… never done anything like this before.”

Alex raises a brow but doesn’t look surprised. “Something like this…” she repeats gently, leaning in, “as in submission? Or just being in bed with two older women who want to ruin you properly?”

Your face heats instantly, but your thighs tighten instinctively, too.

Casey whistles softly. “Damn, she is cute when she blushes. You know,” she adds, moving to lean over the table in front of you, “that’s not a deal-breaker. It’s a bonus.”

You try to find words, something to hold onto. “I’ve thought about it. A lot. I’ve just never… done anything. With anyone. Not really.”

Alex stands, slow and deliberate, and walks around the table. Her fingers brush your chin, tilting it up until your eyes meet hers. “That’s not a flaw,” she says. “It just means your first real experience will be exactly how we want it to be — intense, controlled, careful. Memorable.”

Casey leans on the table beside you, close enough that you feel her warmth along your arm. “And you’ll have two very, very attentive teachers.”

You exhale slowly, chest rising too fast. “So I’d be… yours?”

“For as long as you want to be,” Alex says.

“For as long as we can make you beg to stay,” Casey adds, eyes gleaming.

The teasing makes your core ache. You squeeze your thighs and try not to squirm, but they notice. Of course they notice.

“You’re already halfway there,” Casey murmurs, her gaze dropping. “We haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

“You’ll learn,” Alex says, still holding your chin. “You’ll learn how to breathe for us. How to open for us. How to ask for more when you can’t take any more. And we’ll be right there — every moment. Making sure you’re ready. Making sure it’s right.”

Your lips part, but no sound comes out. There’s only heat, thick and humming inside you.

“Sign it,” Casey says softly. “We’ll take care of everything after that.”

You don’t think. You just lower the pen, let your hand move across the line, and sign your name.

The moment the ink dries, Alex takes the paper. There’s a slight smile on her lips — the kind that says she’s been waiting for this.

“Good girl,” she says.

And it lands inside you like a shock, a thrill, a reward.

Casey’s hand slides across your thigh, warm and slow.

“Now,” she murmurs, “let’s see what our new plaything’s made of.”

[calex-in-subtext]

Olivia: Im obsessed with your top, alex.

*Alex pulling casey to her side protectively*

Alex: She has a name you know!

[tumfullofblue]

Sauna Time with Alex Casey (N/S/F/T)

Ahh, the glorious return of my blog's favorite FBI agent ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧ A little drabble I have inspired by @terr-hedgehog AMAZING Alex Casey 'dating simulator' and @bodies-ofwater post about SL's... preferences lmao. You guys are amazing and I hope you don't mind me tagging you!

Anyway, enjoy this, as always, short and sweet thing.

God, I wanna go to sauna/banya so bad....

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

«You look miserable, sweetheart.”

“That’s cause I am.” You could hardly see the man speaking to you through all the steam in a small dimly lighted washroom. That, and the sweat making your eyes sting. You reached over to the water barrel, grabbed a wooden ladle and poured the wonderfully cold water right on your face, letting out a huge sigh of relief. The water dripped from your hair down your back and arms, leaving behind cold traces. You felt your body burning up. In every sense of that word.

Casey looked like he was just dandy. Sweaty, yes. With a white towel wrapped around his waist, chest heavning with heavy breaths which he didn’t even tried to hold back, leaning back against the wall, eyes half-closed, mouth opened…

“You’re starin’,” he noted, raising an eyebrow. Your face was red enough to hide the fact that you were blushing.

‘No ‘m not. Just… dissociating. How long we need to stay in here, again?”

“Ready to quit, again?” he retorted, huffing. It would be the third time you’d have to step outside the sauna, breath the fresh late-summer air and feel the small pond’s water lazily lap at your feet. Your blood felt closer to the point of boiling. Yet, you would not quit.

“Fuck off.”

Casey gave a small smile in return.

It was… unusual, for a man and a woman to go into saunta at the same time, together. Unless they were there to do some business drastically different than sweat and wash and rinse and repeat. The thought refused to leave your head. You actually came in here (well, dragged Casey with you) because you’ve heard the local folks praising sauna for the its ability to be relaxing and even therapeutic. Something both of you needed. Casey even more than you did – maybe that’s why he agreed without little to no fight.

You adjusted the towel on your chest. It was way small for your figure and you had to sit very still so it wouldn’t slip right off. You closed your eyes. The water splashed against the rocks with a hiss. A wave of hot air hit you and you groaned, opening your eyes to scold Casey…

“Relax, hun,” he whispered, suddenly appearing right in front of you. Taking a hand to your forehead, wiping the sweat away. You leaned into his touch, whispering his name – the heat, the heat, all around you, inside you…

“You’re doing great. Gotta sweat it all out, huh?” his words were half-slured. Tongue darting to wet the lips and you move your head to place a small, playfull kiss to his lips. The kiss turned to be more than small and playfull. You moaned into his open mouth and he opened your towel, exposing your body to the steam.

“It’s too hot,” you whined softly.

“I know, I know. It’s good that it’s hot. Just breath in through your nose, careful now. God, you look amazing like this.”

“Sweaty and miserable?”

“Exactly. Just the way I like my sweetheart to be.”

You kissed him again. Stealing air from his lungs. He brought your bodies together, and you molded to each other. You felt his hardness poking at your thigh. When did he loose the towel?

“Wha- right here?”

“No, sweets. ‘m afraid I won’t… enjoy it properly. You, on the other hand…” he lowered himself on his knees in front of your bench. Looking up at you as he spread your legs apart. You bit into your lip. Was he serious?

When his mouth landed on your wet slit, all the doubts left your head. He craved you. He really craved you in that state, with sweat and water and your juices mixing together in his mouth as he lapped and lapped, trying to coax more of that sweet sounds you were making above him. It was hard to breath, but you did as he told you, carefuly breathing in through your nose and out of your mouth. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the bench. He knew exactly what to do, the old bastard.

“A-Alex…”

“That’s my girl. C’mon, give it to me – oh god, so wet for me –“ he carefully got two fingers inside your willing, dripping hole. Pumping in and out in a fast rhythm that pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You felt like no breath left in the washroom for you to breath. You needed to cum as much as you wanted to breath.

“Fuck! Alex!”

He groaned and payed more attention to your sensitive little nub, pressing his tongue flat into it and curling his fingers, fuck, fuck, right here, right here!

You moaned so loud climaxing, half of Watery must have heard you. Casey’s smirked, licking his lips off your sweet nectar. Getting up with a groan and tugging your hand with his.

“Now, now. Don’t need to swear in a saun, sweetheart. C’mon, get up. Into the pond we go.”

You laughed and protested and tried to hold him back. One, two, three steps – and the cold water surrounded you, Casey’s body close to you, preventing you from drowning. When you emerged, he was still holding you close. He was smile.

In the rays of a sunset, you kissed the man you loved the most in your life. And the water held you together, like you were supposed to be.

[cabotwife]

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.

[hoe4almondmilk]

ladies of svu headcanons

"highlight of my life, just like that fenty beauty kit." svu ladies/fem reader. content warning: mostly fluff, slight implications of smut but mostly fluff. <3

olivia benson:

Usually does her makeup herself but she will ask you for help sometimes if it’s a special occasion.

Although her job is traditionally more masculine, her makeup is one thing that it won’t take from her.

Her favorite step is her lips. She loves to carry a tube of lipstick with her.

She loves watching you do your makeup. She’ll steal a kiss from you from time to time.

“I just don’t understand how you can possibly get more beautiful.” She says placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Your lipsticks blend together altering the tone. A special way for you guys to stay connected throughout the day.

You love when she lets you do her makeup. Your favorite part is trying new eyeshadow looks on her. All of the endless possibilities for those beautiful chocolate eyes. You love how different colors can bring out those slight glimpses of amber and honey.

alex cabot:

Alex usually opts for a very natural look. Usually just a tinted moisturizer, eyebrows, mascara and a very natural lip.

Alex doesn’t play about her skincare routine. She doesn’t want the stress of her job showing through on her skin. She’s even influenced you to do better about getting into a routine.

Alex still remembers the first time you slept over after a long night of activities between the two of you and seeing that slept with your makeup on. Her soul hurt so badly that she snuck off and grabbed a pack of makeup remover wipes. She gently wiped off your makeup gently as you were fast asleep.

She’s very adamant about making sure you wear your sunscreen.

After a long day of work, you and Alex love to do face masks and watch a movie or two.

She loves putting them on together. Dipping the applicator brush into the jar and swiping the green product on your face. Making sure not to neglect any part of your sweet face.

casey novak:

Casey has always had an inner tomboy. She didn’t really start wearing makeup until sometime into law school. Still to this day only wearing makeup for work and special occasions.

Even though she’s not huge on makeup she has a set way she likes to do her face.

She hates buying makeup though. She’s usually stealing something out of your makeup baggie.

She is a perfume connoisseur though. She loves finding and collecting niche fragrances.

You love that even when you guys are getting hot and heavy, you almost drown in the intoxicating scent of her perfume.

melinda warner:

Just like Casey, Melinda isn't huge on wearing makeup on a daily basis. From the goggles she has to wear and never knowing what the day will bring, she saves the makeup for special occasions.

She will keep a tube of Aquaphor on her though. She loves the duality of being able to swipe a dab of it on her lips and being able to use it as a hand cream. The constant hand washing can dry out her skin.

Melinda loves to keep a basic skincare routine. You were always jealous of how perfect her skin just was.

Another thing Melinda was talented at was eyebrows. She knew just how to pluck your brows into the perfect shape. You had such sensitive skin though and so you'd whine the whole time she plucked the stray hairs. She'd kiss your forehead and tell you how much of good girl you were afterwards.

[jiggy-manda]

casey x alex x reader headcanons

alex is “in charge” in the sense that she’s the most responsible & reasonable

casey is more easygoing and down to break the rules every once in awhile

it makes for a perfect match for the three of you because you balance out the both of them

they both love doting on you and taking care of you. alex might be the one who’s mainly the “leader” but she and casey both smother you with love affection and care

CASEY GOES ALL OUT ON VALENTINE’S DAY!!!! obviously everyone gets gifts for each other and plans things but casey just takes it to an extreme

alex likes to dress you up for fancy events!!! she grew up going to all these galas and benefits so she knows what’s expected and she also likes to see you getting dressed

contrarily though, she trusts casey to get herself ready because she’s been used to these events since the start of her law career

casey gets jealous suuuuper easily

she also shows it heavily because she has no problem showing everyone how she feels

alex definitely gets jealous as well but she’s better at keeping her emotions in check and will wait to express it until a more productive time

alex is definitely the type to give the silent treatment if she’s mad, but if you or casey gave her the silent treatment she’d think you’re being immature

nsfw

casey is more goofy during sex

alex is more serious

alex likes to be in control

sometimes she takes control by telling casey what to do to you and just watches

it turns her on to see both of her girlfriends getting off, even if she’s not the one doing it

even better if she gets to join in later

alex looooves to get multiple orgasms out of you. she’s the type to keep you up all night until you can barely feel your legs

casey is usually the one to bring up new things to try out or experiment with

you have a collection of toys to use together but you don’t use them that often

casey uses the toys on you more than alex

they like to blindfold you

you have a safe word, but it’s rarely used— if ever. alex and casey love having power over you, but i don’t think they’re as dominance obsessed as people usually say they are. like yes u get kinky but sometimes u all just like to have intimate vanilla sex

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requests are always open 🫶

[aubvrns]

“Never Not Mine”

| SVU & Headcanons

Synopsis — How would they react to you sulking because they have been ignoring your calls.

Note — Olivia Benson, Alexandra Cabot, Casey Novak, Melinda Warner // inspired by the loveliest, @lxndrlvr !

(Female reader centered, no pronouns used!)

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!!

Olivia Benson

• — Olivia would kneel down beside your bed and press kisses all over your hand, apologizing over and over again until you’d look at her.

• — She was not the most responsible person when it came to her personal cellphone. Everyone, especially the captain knew that. One time, Cragen found her phone on top of the coffee maker overheated.

• — This time, she left her phone in the bathroom. Thankfully, it wasn’t waterboarded.

• — When she realizes you are ignoring her, she would straddle your hips and place kisses all over your face just to get a reaction out of you. And once she does, she embarrassedly explains why she missed your calls.

• — “Casey rang it and found in on top of the toilet seat.” She whispers, “Hehe, sorry.”

• — And to make it up to you, Olivia would give her full attention to you by cuddling while you watch a movie unbearably inseperable from eachother. She would hold you, resting her head on your shoulder.

• — Not long enough, she falls asleep against it and you couldn’t help but laugh. You really needed to by her a phone charm next time.

Alexandra Cabot

• — She would go home with your favorite flowers, chocolates, and even the cardigan you didn’t realize was missing. You didn’t bother being mad anymore, you just shut your eyes and slept.

• — To be fair, it was 12 AM in the morning. And you didn’t have the energy to be mad at her for missing your calls.

• — Alexandra Cabot, the blonde insomniac who rarely sleeps properly, somehow found herself sleeping on her desk for three hours straight. While her phone was flooded of your calls, her back hurt.

• — She would try to call you back, but assumes you have up on waiting for her.

• — Alex would go to the nearest mall that was still surprisingly open and buy you the things that you like. Tell me why the woman bought a massager as well.

• — “I certainly deserve the back pain for sleeping in my office.” Alex says as you knead her back gently, bringing ease to her body.

• — She would hug you tightly, inhaling your comforting scent in the crook of your neck as she tells you why she missed your calls. She knew you were listening because she would tickle your sides and you would squirm everytime.

Casey Novak

• — Casey would open the door slowly to your room, smiling awkwardly as you ask why she hasn’t been picking up your calls. She could only smile, her cute dimples popping out.

• — She had left her charger at home with her phone running at thirty percent for the whole day. She tried to borrow one from Elliot, but he said he accidentally broke it trying to contemplate his anger.

• — So, it was a whole day of her praying to God that you did not call her out of your worry. Unfortunately, you did. About a million times.

• — She would distract you by huskily whispering compliments in your ear as you lean in her hug, a displeased but smiling expression lies on your face.

• — Casey would cradle you and you would just stay still, letting her do whatever the hell she wants with you. You were glad that she was home, and all that matters is that she is safe.

• — But you playfully roll your eyes as she jokingly starts to sing you a lullaby and coaxing you down on the bed as if you were a newborn baby.

• — “So, I forgot my charger. 😁”

Melinda Warner

• — Melinda would go home to you sleeping peacefully in your bed. She smiles to herself, adjusting your blanket further up your neck.

• — She got cozy. Changing her clothes, unpacking her work bag, and eventually joining you between the sheets.

• — Melinda wasn’t that sleepy yet, so she checks her phone for the first time today. She was confused why she didn’t have any notifications. Turns out, her phone was on do-not-disturb the whole time.

• — When she turns it off, your missed call notifications came flooding her phone to the point you were awaken by the sound of endless chiming. She was in shock, completely unaware that you’ve been calling her.

• — “I’m sorry, darling. I must’ve clicked DND on accident, I didn’t mean to miss your—”

• — You interrupted her by hugging her tiredly, just resting in her embrace. She closes her mouth, playing with your hair to bring you consolation for being alone without any updates.

• — She grins warmly, her eyes observing your peaceful features resting. Melinda met her own weary too, she has alot of making up to do in the morning.

!!

[theartofcollapse]

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

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Bored - Alex Cabot

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alex didn’t even look up. “Mmm. No.”

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

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

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

“You could read a book,” Alex suggested.

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

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

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

That made Alex smirk. “Feral, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alex gently pushed her off.

Then tried poking her arm repeatedly.

Alex ignored it.

Y/N started dramatically sighing at random intervals.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you’re about to lose.”

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

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

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

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

And then, chaos.

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

“You’re evil,” Alex muttered.

“And you’re losing,” Y/N sing-songed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you just cheat?”

“It’s called creative strategy.”

Alex stared at her, deadpan.

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

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

“And you love me.”

“That is debatable right now.”

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

Y/N gaped at her. “You cheated.”

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

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

“That was the deal.”

“You monster.”

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

Y/N crossed her arms, stewing.

And then—

“I challenge you to a rematch.”

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

“Best two out of three!”

“Still no.”

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

Alex just smirked. “No, you don’t.”

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

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

So, she had to be smarter.

Quietly, Y/N slipped away into the kitchen.

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

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

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

Alex froze. Slowly, she turned her head.

“Are you doing that on purpose?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You cheated.”

“I played by the rules.”

“Your rules are evil.”

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

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

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

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

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

“By crushing me?”

“It’s called love.”

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

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

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

“No.”

“I have important things to do.”

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

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

“And you love me.”

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

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

“No.”

“Best three out of five.”

“Absolutely not.”

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

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

“You implied it.”

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N cackled as she shuffled the deck.

Alex should have known.

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

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

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

Y/N laid down a Draw Four.

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

“Pick. Up. Your. Cards.”

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

Alex’s jaw clenched.

Y/N smirked. “You mad?”

Alex gave her a flat look. “No.”

“Because it seems like you’re mad.”

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

Y/N played another Reverse.

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

“Would you not do the same to me?”

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

And then, the worst betrayal of all—

Alex had one card left.

Y/N played a Draw Four.

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

Y/N grinned. “You were saying?”

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

“And winning,” Y/N added.

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

“Extremely,” Y/N agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, she had to be smarter.

More strategic.

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

She decided to go for a run.

But not just any run.

A very intentional run.

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

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

Alex didn’t even look up.

Perfect.

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

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

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

And she knew it.

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

Alex still didn’t look up.

Fine.

Time to turn up the heat.

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

Alex hummed absentmindedly, still typing.

Oh, we’re gonna fix that.

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

Still, Alex. Did. Not. Look.

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

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

And then – finally - Alex’s typing paused.

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

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

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

Another pause.

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

Alex exhaled through her nose.

Y/N smirked. Gotcha.

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

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

Alex stiffened slightly but didn’t react.

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

Alex’s hands paused on the keyboard.

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

Alex slammed her laptop shut.

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

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

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

Alex exhaled sharply. “You planned this.”

“Planned what?”

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

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

“You do nothing without an agenda.”

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

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

Alex let out a long, long breath.

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

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

Alex shot her a look.

A very dangerous look.

Y/N gulped. “Oh.”

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

Y/N grinned.

Game. Set. Match.