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a-bad-case-of-the-stephs · 2 months ago

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It’s been one of those days. It’s Time for me to violently defend stephanie brown on the internet beyond what should be considered reasonable or good.

I saw an older anti stephanie brown post which blamed Steph for Robin #87 (when Bruce reveals Tim's secret identity to Spoiler and offers to train her) and all the comments and reblogs and whatever were ragging Steph and it pissed me off and it made me sad so I'm going to break down why being mad at Stephanie for something Bruce Wayne did is insane, why Stephanie is genuinely in the right, and why having the same opinion as Alfred "boy mom" Pennyworth is embarrassing.

This ones gonna be more rambly and less analysis like than my other Steph posts for the record, I just kinda need to get this off my chest.

Let's break it down.

When Batman first brings Steph onto the team as Spoiler he tells Steph Tim's secret identity. When Tim finds out his secret was told to her, he freaks out. Tim's perspective is super understandable. He feels betrayed by Bruce, because he didn't even consult or ask Tim first, a clear betrayal of Tim's trust and the supposed equality of their partnership. Especially in light of how much Tim feels he has sacrificed to keep Bruce's secret.

But lets look at the situation from Stephanies perspective. Because she is just NOT at fault here.

Here are the facts: Stephanie is approached by Batman, who has in pretty much every interaction beforehand been cold and dismissive, and who she expects to tell her to quit being Spoiler again.

This man has only ever shown an ounce of approval towards Steph's vigilantism one time before this, for like one line in Stephs very first appearance. For him to be asking her for help sets off serious alarm bells. Steph is "really scared" when Batman asks for her help to find Robin.

Robin #84

Furthermore, its important we don't take Batman at his word here. Bruce is withholding information, something he does with Steph a LOT. He says "no one" knows where Tim is, and in Robin #87, he clarifies that Robins transmitter went dead.

Robin #87

"No one" is an exaggeration of epic proportions, given that Batman has not checked Tim's boarding school, or contacted Alfred, the location which it is overwhelmingly likely he is at, and the person who would be able to check extremely easily.

Robin #87

Because Bruce didn't want to go to Brentwood himself and run into Alfred, or have to speak to Alfred, on account of their fight in Officer Down, he sends Steph.

While the fear and worry Steph is portrayed with in Robin #84 doesn't really carry over to #87 (one of the numerous inconsistencies between these two issues) the fact of the matter is Steph is misled by Batman about the stakes of Tim being missing, which she is led to believe are much higher than they are.

In addition to this, Stephanie was under the impression that Tim was only ever holding back his secret ID soley because of Batman's wishes, that Tim was just waiting on Batman to change his mind.

Robin #56 #75 #82 #62

Tim will assert this is true later, and he certain says this is true beforehand.

If he's telling the truth, he doesn't have an issue with Steph knowing his identity. He has an issue with Batman telling her without checking with him first.

How is Steph supposed to infer this?

Steph has no reason to think it's important that Batman checks with Tim, because Tim has made it abundantly clear to her that he does want her to know but has just been waiting on Batman's approval.

Let's look how Steph acts when she meets Robin knowing his identity for the first time.

Robin #87

Steph enters the situation seeming to believe Tim will feel happy for her and relieved that their relationship no longer has to be as one sided as it has been. She still leaves room for Tim potentially having conflicted feelings, by mentioning she "hopes" that it's okay with Tim that she's finally on the main team. Tim, as mentioned early, freaks out.

Again, Tim's frustration is understandable. But let's look at Steph's dialogue for a second.

Robin #87

She says "we can be together now". This is weird and really interesting choice, because Tim and Steph have been dating for the entirety of No Man's Land and over the course of her entire pregnancy. This is a substantial amount of time. So what does Steph mean by "now"? There are two explantations.

Steph and Tim were not on speaking terms before this, because Steph was under the impression Tim had been cheating on her. He isn't cheating, but it surprisingly never gets resolved. Like the many other threads which were brought up in Robin #84, it gets completely ignored in Robin #87 and onward. Steph could be referring to the fact that she believes they couldn't be together because he was supposably cheating, but now that she knows his secret identity, he has no reason to cheat anymore. This is a super flimsy idea however, and given the fact that no character brings up how Steph believes Tim was cheating with Star after Robin #84, the logical conclusion is that it was either resolved off screen, or retconned.

The second explanation is much stronger. Steph says "now" because despite the fact that they have been dating for so long, their relationship has been extremely unbalanced. She's been closed off to half of Tim's life, something she agrees to when they first get together, but clearly has taken a toll on her. To the point she says "now" because, to her, the relationship never really truly started.

Robin #80

This isn't a stupid or petty complaint, for the record. Tim has seen her at her worst, he was there for there immediately before and after childbirth, but she doesn't get to know anything about an entire half of his life. This is especially true when you consider much Tim was in control of their communication.

He can show up at her house anytime, but if he doesn't initiate contact Steph's on her own. In Robin #80 for instance, Steph is presumably just hopping around rooftops hoping to bump into Tim, because she has no other way to find him.

Robin #87

And after Steph expresses excitement that they can finally be in the balanced relationship, a real relationship, she is rebuked with a violent "No!" that she seems to lean away from. And in the next panel, she asks, confused: "What?" in a small speech bubble which gets entirely ignored. In fact, neither Batman or Robin speaks to, or even addresses directly Stephanie for the rest of the encounter.

When Robin storms off without even a look to Stephanie, Stephs reaction is (big Shocker) to blame herself. Batman uses neutral language to place the blame on Tim, stating that Tim feels betrayed. In direct contrast, Steph actively disagrees, clarifying that Tim was betrayed, and more than that, she directly places the blame on both her and Batman's shoulders.

Robin #87

But Stephanie is a prop in the plot. Tim doesn't yell at her, he runs from her. Because she isn't Stephanie Brown, his girlfriend who has been in a massively unbalanced relationship, who is overjoyed at finally getting to be in a "real" relationship with him, she's the person Batman told Tim's identity to. He's not angry at her, he's angry she knows his identity and Bruce didn't bother to ask if Tim could tell her. He's angry at Batman. This conversation, this whole drama, is about the partnership between Bruce and TIm.

Stephanie Brown, who believed Tim was just waiting for the Batman go ahead, had no reason to think Tim would be anything but as happy as she was. Importantly, Stephanie Brown is seriously just not to blame in this situation, even if she blames herself (which as I've discussed before, is a running theme with her characterization, her low self-esteem and occasional tendancy to blame herself for the actions of others).

Not to mention, Tim doesn't blame Steph either. So if you're reading Robin #87 and somehow coming to the conclusion that Steph is a monster, please reassess.

Robin #92

How does Alfred factor into this? I'll make it quick.

Robin #88

Oh no Alfred, I'm so sorry that your loyalties to Master Timothy run so deep that you HAVE to yell at the teenaged girl who was more of a prop than anything in that encounter and had no reason to think Tim would be hurt. Oh no, really that must be so hard for you. Well, at least we know he's consistent, I'm sure if he's this mad at Stephanie, he's fucking fuming at Bruce Wayne, right? Right? Right?

No, of course not. Alfred Pennyworth, hypocrite extraordinaire is out there actively defending Bruce to Tim. Which no one asked him to do.

It's all "in his defense" and "you knew the perils" and "master bruce's crusade ill afford the delicacy of privacy required in affairs of the heart" and "stop feeling sorry for yourself"

I cannot believe he has the gall to yell at Steph for this. Talk about wounding Master Tim deeply bro, just wait until its Tim's 16th Birthday Party and Alfreds applying his stupid latex mask with a smile on his face. Sorry Alfred, you’re not always wrong, but when you’re wrong you’re really wrong.

That’s all. Goodnight 🌙

#stephanie brown #tim drake #batman #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #stephanie brown meta #dc comics #robin 1993 #mine

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bandgie · 2 months ago

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Cat-Fight | Ep. 5

MASTERLIST | Kink: Tiddies

🗝 Now there's no doubt in your mind that this Other World is very much real. You're desperate to make your roommates see the truth, but the neighborhood black cat is set on keeping his mouth shut. Yours too.

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warnings! MDNI18+, fem!reader, argument w/ chan, reader has a tiny meltdown in the beginning, fuckin' on the bug couch 😭, PIV, no protection, boobs...lot's of it, nipple sucking/pinching/flicking/etc, seungmin is manipulative if you catch it, cumming inside

notes! little bit of angst in the beginning, but it's okay, bin is there to save the day. there wasn't even supposed to be fight scene with chan (it was supposed to be Seung), but I was angry when I wrote it and I just kinda spewed it out. I think it worked out in the end tho

Jeongin is gone when you wake. There’s not a sign of him in either doll or human form. With your head spinning, last night wants to blur into a dream.

But you know better now.

Rays of the waking sun barely touch your window. The sky is a light blue and the horizon is subtly yellow in the early morning. You’re tempted to close your eyes again, but you will yourself to sit up.

A part of you wishes you never accepted Jisung’s gift. You could’ve brushed off the interaction with Seungmin’s warning as a nightmare, but now you’re cursed with the truth.

There’s no way you can pretend nothing happened. You can’t ignore the little door and the Others trapped behind it. Even if your skin breaks out in goosebumps from the overwhelming thought of everything, doing nothing is not an option.

The clatter downstairs makes you jolt. It takes a moment for your brain to remember Chan’s message.

They’re finally home.

You throw the covers and swing your legs off the bed. It feels so relieving to hear them come home, even if loudly. From the top of the stairs, you can listen to Chan quietly scolding Changbin about making noise. The reprimands turn hushed when your bare feet pad down the hall.

“You woke her up, man.” “I didn’t mean to! Everything is still in boxes. I can’t just- ack!”

You tackle Changbin into a hug. He topples over, thudding into Chan who catches the both of you. Your feet scramble to find the ground, but your arms are so focused on clinging onto them both that your roommates have to hold you in the air briefly.

They’ve been gone for only hours, but it feels like an eternity. You’ve missed how they wrap their arms around you, bringing you into a confused, but welcomed embrace.

“Hey,” Chan speaks gently. “What’s wrong?” His fingers run in your hair, getting tangled with the knots. He carefully pulls his hand free. “Did you… take a mud bath?”

Changbin leans close to your head, sniffing your scalp. “Did you take a bath in general?”

Chan swats him on the shoulder, giving a nasty glare before his eyes turn gently to you. “You had a bad dream or something?”

And it’s one you wish you could wake up from. You wish you could tell them everything from the start, but the only thing you can do is sob. “Y-you have n-no id-dea.”

Even with the dirt and grime on you, they hug you again. Their lips and fingers smooth over your face and your hair.

They deserve to know the truth, but you can’t bear the thought of them getting caught up in a mess that feels like your fault.

“We need to move,” you sniff. “We can’t live here.”

Changbin tucks you under his chin, leaving your backside to Chan who trails his fingertips up and down. “Why not?”

“The door. It’s haunted. Or not haunted but...” How can you explain it? "It's just not right."

You feel Changbin tense under you, but in a vulnerable moment like this, he doesn’t let his fear show more than that. “What door, baby?”

Wordlessly, you lead them to the living room. Walking towards the crawl space might have felt heavy alone, but with Chan and Changbin holding each of your hands, the steps feel easy.

You let go of them to get on your knees, digging your fingers through the crack.

“Oh.” Chan turns his head to the side. “The boarded-up door. It’s just bricks on the other side, no?”

You don’t pry it open, not yet. “I…I thought so too, but there are people on the Other Side. One night, there was this mouse-”

“Mouse?” Chan’s eyes widen. “Fuck. I knew something was gonna come out of that door. We need to call someone-”

“No. No, no, no. Just listen,” you shake your head. “It led me to the door. And there was a tunnel.”

Changbin’s eyebrow quirks up. “A tunnel?”

“Yes. Let me finish. And it led to a living room that looked like ours but wasn’t. The lights were different, there weren’t boxes, and people were living on the upper and lower levels.”

You hate how they’re looking at you. Their eyes are full of confusion, and disbelief. But worst of all, they’re looking at you as if you’re just plain crazy.

But with everything that’s happened, maybe you are.

You’ll just have to show them. Sweat gathers on your fingers when you tug on the door, anxiously waiting to see their expression change to fear when they see what you saw.

But when it’s open - wide and bare for all to see - it’s only bricks.

“No. Fuck!” You slam the door frustratingly, yanking it open to see that red stone there again and again.

“No! No! No!” SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

The house shakes from the force. You can’t hear the echoing from the blood rushing to your ears. Your vision blurs, hot tears streaming down your face for the second time this early morning.

Strong hands pull you away from the door and right into Changbin’s chest.

“Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself.” But his concern doesn’t faze you. You have to yank from his grip to run past the kitchen, heading towards the front door.

The sun peeks over the mountains when you’re outside. The air is crisp, biting at your skin that feels too hot.

If the door won’t reveal itself, you think something else will.

“Seungmin!” Your voice echos. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty!”

Chan and Changbin follow you outside, their steps thudding until they’re in the driveway. They stand a foot behind you, looking at each other bewildered before something trembles in the bushes.

A black cat jumps from the leaves, shaking off the stems and stretching nonchalantly. His blue eyes blink slowly, head turning from the men to you.

What do you want?

“Jesus!” Changbin jumps. “Where the fuck did he come from?”

You ignore his question and stomp towards the cat, angrily wiping your tears. “Tell them.”

Seungmin tilts his head to one side.

“Tell them! Tell them about the Others, the warning you gave me, anything.”

You can hear the leaves crunching quietly as Chan tiptoes to you. So slow, so delicate. As if you’re a deer that would run off.

When Seungmin says nothing, you scream.

“Ugh! I’m trying to help you! You stupid fucking cat! Why can’t you just listen!? You guys are stuck and I can’t do anything about it if you don’t let me help!”

“Mrow.”

Chan has a hold on you before you can yell at Seungmin again. The movement makes the cat dash, little paws thudding on the ground before disappearing among the trees. You desperately whine, watching the only thing that could have helped turn into a speck in the distance.

He spins you around to face him. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You blink. Chan never talks to you like that. “I…He’s one of them.”

“One of who?”

“The Others. From the Other Side. He-”

“No. This is crazy.” Chan shakes his head. “You…Is this because we've been gone? I told you that we’re busy doing the album and that it’s gonna take until the end of the week to finish things up. Why are you doing this?”

His words make you physically recoil. You stare at him in shock, hurt evident in your eyes. “You think I’m doing this for attention?”

The tick in his jaw is enough of an answer.

Emotions thicken your words. “You don't know what it’s like. To be alone in this fucking nightmare. You’re gone. You’re both gone all the time. And when you are home, you’re on the computer acting like I’m a nuisance. What did you call me the other day? A distraction?”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I don't care how you meant it!” Your voice trembles. “I’m alone. I fucking hate it. You have Changbin while I lose my mind in that fucking house. And when I do need you, you’re still not here!”

Chan has you by the elbows as you wipe your tears. You expect his anger to fade into softness. He normally would whenever he sees you this upset, but his jaw hardens and it feels like the next words would only do more harm than good.

Changbin has to tug on his shoulder to break the tension. Chan’s grip loosens and Changbin stands in the middle, protectively in front of you.

“Okay. I think we need a breather. It’s late. Well… early I guess. I’m tired, you’re tired, we’re all tired.” He grabs your hand behind his back and keeps his other hand on Chan’s shoulder. “Hyung, it’s been a while since you’ve gotten good rest. Look at your eyes.”

You dare peek at Chan. You don’t know how you missed it before but the bags under his eyes are darker. They make his face hollow, drained with color.

Guilt eats at your heart.

“And you,” Bin turns around. “It’s been a while since you’ve showered, huh?”

Despite the dried tears, you scoff.

Changbin squeezes your hand. “Then that settles it. Go inside, Hyung. I’ll take care of everything.”

Chan deeply exhales. He lets you go and nods, taking a few steps back. “Thanks.”

Changbin and you are silent when he walks back into the house, the tips of his ears twinged red. Either from the cold or frustration, you aren’t sure. Changbin only turns back to you and brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear when the door closes.

“You okay?”

No, but you don’t want to keep causing stress on your best friends. “I’ll manage. I didn’t mean to make him so mad. I ruined everything.”

Changbin’s thick fingers caress your face. “No. Don’t say that. You didn’t ruin anything. Chan’s just been really stressed. But still, he shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

“I shouldn’t have yelled at him like that.” You sniff, holding back tears again. You know you have to apologize, but the raw emotions of fear and anger are still in the air. The only reason you’re keeping it together is because Changbin looks as though he might break if you do.

“I just wanted you guys to believe me.”

“We do.” Changbin brushes his thumb under your eye. “But neither of us has really slept and it all just sounds…complicated.”

“Here.” Changbin intertwines his hand in yours. “We can freshen up first. I honestly need a nap, but I can be in the shower with you if you want.”

You playfully push him and laugh. Even with your knotty hair and dirty skin, Changbin would still make a move. It makes the heaviness in your chest lighter.

“Eww. No, thank you. I can wash up on my own. You guys go to sleep and just focus on getting rest.”

Changbin pouts, but nods, leading you into the apartment. He kisses you gently once you’re in the kitchen, holding onto your waist and running his hand up and down your back. It’s just lips, but you melt anyway. It feels like forever since you’ve been held so tenderly. You have to fight the urge to tilt your head and deepen the kiss, content when Changbin pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

“You know we’re here for you. Always.”

Showering feels like a rebirth. The water scrubs not only the dirt but the emotions with it. You feel rejuvenated in the steaming water, letting the droplets slide down your waist and the curve of your breasts.

Getting out is difficult. You miss the hot shower the moment it’s off, drying yourself and putting on plain shorts and a shirt.

The sun is above the horizon now, bright and yellow. You stare at it from your window. A small, bitter laugh comes from you.

What a way to start the day.

You’re considering whether you should waste the day sleeping or attempting to do something productive, but there’s still frustration in your heart. Why didn’t the door show itself?

You’re already walking out of your room and down the hall, intent on confronting it head-on. If you open the door and it’s just bricks, you’ll drop the whole thing. The Others must not want to be found, to be helped. As much as it would pain you to know they’re stuck, their choice to stay is theirs.

Skittering down the stairs, you think of an alternate plan. If the door does reveal itself, they do need help. Or something from you, at the very least. Whatever it is, you’re planning on chewing them out for making a fool of yourself first and then giving them what they want.

Standing in front of the little door with determination is new for you. A part of you is wishing that it's just bricks there. Everything, despite how terrifying it was, can be summed up as a dream. Or a hallucination in the case of the doll.

You get on your knees, shoving your fingers through the crack once again.

“Okay. It’ll be fine.” You give yourself a quick pep talk. “You’ll open the door, see what’s there, you’ll have to apologize to-”

You open the crawl space mid-sentence, stopping when the blue tunnel unravels. Maybe you’d like to see its familiar pulsing and greeting, but anger that the shower was supposed to wash away resurfaces.

Those assholes.

There’s a man on the Other Side that you’ve never seen before. His hair is cut short, buttons eyes a dark blue, and piercing in a way that makes you think he hates you the moment you come out of the little door.

But the room, the room is unrecognizable. There’s no furniture, no couches, but bugs in their place. Big, lively-looking insects that the man sits on.

A beetle couch.

“You got a lot of nerve coming here after calling me a stupid cat. Again.” He folds his arms over his chest. “I can’t even talk if I wanted to over on that side.”

He’s the cat. He’s Seungmin. You should have known from his rude sneer and pompous attitude, but seeing him human is baffling.

“You…you made me look like an idiot.” You walk over to the bug couch, stopping at arm’s length. “I was trying to help you.”

He snorts. “Help me, yeah? By what? Yelling at me and calling me names? You dug your own grave doing that.”

He’s trying to spin it on you and it’s working. You’re reminded of how you treated Chan, of how you yelled at not just Seungmin, but a cat. Though you feel somewhat bad, you don’t have the empathy to apologize.

So Seungmin keeps talking. “I could hear you guys yelling even after I took off. Screaming at me then them. Sounds like they aren’t home enough to actually care about anything you’ve experienced.”

“That’s not true.”

“No?” Seungmin sits back, slightly spreading his legs. “Why did I hear you say something about you being alone? That they’re not there when you need them?”

If his goal is to make you feel like shit, he’s succeeding. You sit on the opposite side of the beetle couch, ignoring how the antennas flick upon your weight.

“I was just… mad.”

Seungmin nods, tilting his head upwards. “I get it, but you must feel that way at least a little to say it.” He turns to you. “There’s always some truth in moments like those.”

You can’t look at him, not with how ashamed you feel. “I wanted them to believe me. I wanted them to help.”

“Help?”

“Help me help you. All of you.” You flail your arms to express the entire apartment. “I know you guys are stuck, Jeongin told me. I put myself on some stupid mission to free you guys, but I can’t do it alone. I didn’t mean to get so mad at them. I just wanted them to see the truth.”

You wrap your arms around yourself for comfort. The tears building in your eyes make your sight watery, and you can’t do anything but try to blink them away.

Seungmin puts a hand on your shoulder, smoothing over the sleeve of your shirt. Finally, you look at him. It’s not a glare or an annoyed look on his face, but compassion.

Maybe he can be nice when he wants to, just like a cat.

“That is a stupid mission, but it’s kind of ironic.” He smiles. “You want to help us, but we want to help you.”

You use the back of your hand to wipe stray tears. “Help me? With what?”

“What you said earlier. It’s okay to be honest and say you’ve been lonely. The people you love get busy. They can’t make time like before. It hurts, but that’s just how things are.” He squeezes your shoulder.

“On that side. That’s how things are on that side. But here? Time is all we have. We’re never lonely. We never need to put responsibilities first because you're our responsibility.”

Seungmin follows the length of your arm to your hand, fiddling with your fingers when he reaches them. “We won’t ever make you feel alone. We never did.”

You let him hold your hand and bring it to his lips. Seungmin plants a gentle kiss on your knuckles, making your stomach erupt in butterflies. You’ve missed this feeling of reassurance, of being doted on. There’s not an ounce of hesitation when Seungmin leans in, inviting him wholeheartedly.

His hands cup your face to bring you closer. Even if your lips are already meeting, he can’t help but angle his head so they interlock deeper. You can taste his passion. You can feel his adoration when his tongue swipes against your bottom lip.

A plea. A quiet ask if he can go further. You love the surprising gentleness of his lips and actions.

You respond by opening your mouth just enough for his tongue to slip in. Gently, it makes its way between your lips. The warmth has you moaning, parting your mouth even more so he can swirl on your tongue.

His hot muscle has your eyes fluttering. It’s not desire, but yearning that builds in your stomach. You want to be taken care of. You want to let yourself be kissed and held in the most rawest form.

Seungmin knows. He can feel your need. He lays you flat on the couch carefully. His lips are still on yours as he moves you, cupping the back of your head to place you down.

He pulls away for a brief second. “Look at you. So beautiful.”

You’d roll your eyes any other time, but you find yourself blushing instead. You didn’t know he could be so mushy. Seungmin laughs at your pink cheeks and kisses your nose, trailing down until he finds your neck.

You bare your throat to give him free roam. Under his lips, you moan and smooth your hands on his upper back. Seungmin lifts the end of your top so it reveals your belly button, looking at you questioningly.

Clothes seem to fly off your bodies. It doesn’t take long until you’re both nude, letting him cup your breasts and pinch your nipples from on top.

Your thighs rub together impatiently, slick gathering between the space but you don’t rush him. You let his buttons gawk at your tits, tongue swiping at the corner of his mouth to collect his drool.

“And these,” Seungmin pushes them together. “Can’t forget about these.”

You giggle. Seungmin’s rough hands jiggle your breasts until you can feel his erection tapping your thigh. You desperately try to get his cock to fit between your legs, but he’s distracted by how your mounds fit perfectly in his hands.

He leans down, lips ghosting over the peak of your breast. “So pretty.”

His mouth wraps around your nipple like he can’t wait any longer. Seungmin sucks and releases quickly, making the gushing between your legs double. You arch into his mouth, panting and running your fingers through his hair.

“Ohh. Just like that.”

Seungmin hums appreciatively. His tongue flicks over your nipple repeatedly. The simultaneous smoothness and roughness of it make you tremble. Your other nipple isn’t completely ignored. His fingers twist and tug until you squeal.

And when his teeth come to play, you thrust your hips. Your thighs can only provide pressure, but not direct stimulation. You can’t touch your clit from your legs being so tightly pressed together. Seungmin lets you whine from pulsing need, giggling with your nipple between his teeth.

“You want something?” His cocky smile looks sexy with your bud in his mouth. You’d knock it off his face if you could, but you pout instead.

He bites harder, making you squeal. “Seungmin!”

“I can’t read your mind, baby. Why don’t you tell this stupid cat what you want?”

He laughs at your red face. Seungmin switches to the next boob to give the same treatment.

Until you answer him, he’ll stay on your chest even with his cock dripping on your thigh.

The swollen nipple that was just in his mouth gets twisted by his fingers. You don’t have to look at it to know it’s red and puffy, but you glance down anyway. Seungmin’s already ravishing your unbruised boob, ignoring your cries of sensitivity from your other one.

There’s not a chance you can stand another second of his mouth. “Seung.”

His eyes look up, but his mouth doesn’t stop sucking.

“I…I want you to touch me.”

Seungmin pinches your nipple harder. Chills erupt on your skin from the painful pleasure and you have to hold your breath to keep yourself from screaming.

“My pussy! I want you to touch my pussy.”

Finally, he pops off your nipple. Saliva clings to his lips that he swipes with his tongue. “Mhm.”

Seungmin sits up, letting you get a good view of his body. His torso narrows at the waist and doesn’t expand much more at the shoulders. His chest is flushed pink with his nipples erect and dark. The v-line on his stomach is dainty, pleading with you to trace it.

But he’s too out of reach for you to grab. Instead, you rub your breasts soothingly, tapping your nipples to get jolts of pleasure coursing through your body.

Seungmin grabs the base of his cock and strokes himself. He angles the head so it lines with your entrance, but rather than pushing in, he slides it against your cunt. You look down to watch it grind on your stomach, the tip stopping below your belly button. His thumbs spread your pussy apart so he can properly grind against you.

The stimulation is jaw-dropping. It feels like you’ve been leaking for hours. The pleasure is so good that your stomach aches from how hard you clench.

Seungmin ends up pushing your lips together so they curve around the head of his cock. Your clit can feel every vein and curve. Arousal drips from your hole that clenches emptily. When you said you wanted him to touch you, you meant a lot more than that.

“Please, Seungmin. Just fuck me.”

He grins. “There it is.”

With a hand steading on your hip and the other holding his cock, Seungmin slides low enough for his tip to catch your entrance. You think he might miss a few times from how wet you are, but the glide is smooth.

He opens you up just right. The crown of his head stretches you deliciously, narrowing just slightly before thickening down the rest of his length.

You grab onto the couch, terrifyingly reminded of its insect nature when it twitches in response.

Seungmin takes his time bottoming you out. It feels like miles before he goes as deep as he can get, lifting your legs so he can press his pelvis flush against you.

“Oh, fuck.” Seungmin’s buttons glisten. “Been fucked so many times and you’re still so tight.”

He pulls out and goes back in, making you switch to your boobs again and squeezing. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape when he tries to set a pace. Your brain has to catch up with the pleasure your body is feeling. Moaning doesn’t yet sound when you can’t even breathe from his cock filling you.

With your legs wrapping around his waist, Seungmin leans down. Now, you finally have something to scratch on. Fingernails find his back and you dig them into his skin, hearing him hiss in your neck.

“I haven’t even started fucking you and you’re clawing me up.” He sounds prideful. “You are a bad fucking kitty.”

Seungmin cackles when he repeats Minho’s words verbatim. You can’t even focus with his cock pounding in your walls, but you do somewhat recall how eager you were to be a pet for Minho and Felix.

Pleasure finally registers when Seungmin fucks deep. You can feel his tip kissing your cervix, daring to break past the barrier and touch the back of your throat instead. His cock is so hot inside you, searing your insides in the best way possible.

You moan loudly. It’s hard to stop once you start. Sounds of desire tumble from your lips with every thrust. You can feel the veins of his length sliding in and out, the head always staying inside you before pounding in. His hands on your waist have you slam onto his cock, making his dick feel impossibly deep.

His nose touches yours, eyes locking with your mouth agape. Seungmin looks at your drooly lips for a brief second before kissing you again.

It reminds you of the garden yesterday. Where Jisung was messy and desperate, Seungmin is sure and confident. He doesn’t even blink when your teeth clash together. His focus is on keeping your mouth on his while his hips thrust wildly.

You can’t keep your ankles crossed for much longer. Seungmin’s pounds are so strong that they force them apart. He lets go of your waist with one hand and places it on the back of your thigh instead, spreading them further for more access.

The new angle has you seeing stars. You can feel how your cunt swallows him whole, squelching with every intrusion. His cock hits the upper part of your walls, grinding on a gummy spot that makes you pant in his mouth.

“Fffuucckk. Right there. Right there. Pleasepleaseplease.”

Blunt fingernails dig into the underside of your thigh. Seungmin must feel how hard you're clenching and how much softer your pussy has gotten from his relentless pistons. He can’t suck on your tongue when it’s your cunt that keeps sucking him in.

“Yeah? Yeah, you like it right here?” Seungmin’s hot breath fans over your face. “Gonna cum on my cock?”

You nod, letting your head bobble at will. White pleasure builds and builds in your tummy at a pace you can’t keep up with. It makes you squeal overwhelmingly from the sheer amount but Seungmin doesn’t stop. His cock keeps hitting that spot until your fingers find his hair.

“Oh, fuck yes. I’mma cum so good on your cock. Don’t stop, Seungmin.”

Half of you expects him to pull out. It wouldn’t be out of his character to halt his own pleasure to ruin yours, but it turns out that Seungmin can listen well.

He groans when you tug on his hair, managing to keep his pace despite the dull pain. You can hear the slap of his balls against you from his efforts.

Your eyes roll so far your head tilts back. All you can do is gasp when the pleasure bursts from its bubble. Suddenly, his pumps send you on overload. The veiny texture of his cock has you gushing more than you bargained for. As good as he fucks into you, the unbearable slams has your vision seeing black dots.

“Yeah. Yeah. I love that fucking look in your eyes. Makes me wanna fuck you harder.”

You don’t know where his burst of energy comes from. You’re still trying to find your sanity and come down from your high when he pulls so far back that his tip almost slips out before ramming back in.

Your head lifts to see him bullying into your cunt. You clit peeks from under your hood, you can see the messy arousal on your inner thighs, and your lips are so swollen. There’s not much more you can take, but when you feel his cock twitch you know he’s close.

Still, you yank on his hair in desperation. “S-Seung- I’m…I’m-”

“Come on. Take it. Take it. I know you can.” Sweat drips down his forehead. “You’ve been doing so good. Don’t tell me to stop now.”

Seungmin’s praises are like music to your ears. You swallow your words and let yourself moan instead, embracing the fire in your pussy and chest.

It only grows hotter when his thrusts turn erratic. Your walls feel like jelly when you leak from the overstimulation. Your hips spasm under Seungmin when he fucks harder. He sits on his haunches and puts your legs in the air, chasing his orgasm that’s only seconds away.

“In your pussy, yeah? Fuck yeah. Just the look in your eyes says it all.” He moans. Seungmin stills his hips inside before his cum pours out.

He puts his hand on your lower abdomen and presses down. You scream from the pressure, feeling his cock tenfold spilling in you. Your legs shake in the air so violently that Seungmin has to wrap his fingers around your ankles.

It feels like slow motion when he pulls out. The head of his cock makes your cunt stretch and pulse one last time before it slips, slapping wetly against his stomach and dripping with arousal.

You’re panting like an animal, eyes unfocused as you watch him catch his breath. His skin feels hot and sticky when he leans down to wrap his arms around you. It’s only a little uncomfortable, but you welcome his touch regardless.

Seungmin waits until your breathing is almost normal, playing mindlessly with your hair.

You glance at him to see him beaming, smiling ear to ear. It's infectious, and there's a ghost of a grin on your lips. “What are you so happy about?”

He shrugs, pulling you closer. His hand moves from your hair to your arm. “You know. Just that you're staying.”

“Staying?” You draw back. The post-orgasm fades a little too quickly for your liking. “When did I say I was staying?”

His navy-blue buttons aren’t threatening at all, unlike his words. He’s happy, shining with joy. “You didn’t have to say it. I told you; If you come back here again, we won’t let you leave.”

#smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz #skz seungmin #stray kids seungmin #seungmin smut #seungmin stray kids #horror october!#kim seungmin

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devourable · 2 years ago

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༄ the mermaids

sfw | tws : thalassophobia, yandere behavior, kidnapping, mildly implied pred/prey dynamics? possibly?

happy mermay! doing this before i round back to my last male yandere, then i'll alternate between the girls and enbies 😌

apologies if the pacing on this is kinda ass,,, ive had no time lately and wanted to get this out so i could write other things <\3 hope y’all like it tho

there had been rumors of strange creatures living in the waters of ilanca reef for years now. from beautiful sirens that could lure you to a watery death, to sea monsters that'll snatch you up and swallow you whole, the speculation was so widespread that many were keen to believe it. because of that, the beach was often desolate with only the warning signs of monstrous sea life littering it.

when you discovered it, however, you had to admit.. despite all the warnings, all the rumors, all of the strange happenings? you honestly didn’t care. you liked having the entire beachfront to yourself! and you personally had seen no monsters. therefore you believed none of it, and went to the beach as you pleased.

that was exactly how the three mermaids that had been stalking you wanted it to be.

it had a calculated effort since the trio had taken notice of you weeks prior. it was any other day for them at first — lyonesse was hunting a bit further off shore, tomila was sunbathing on a half-submerged rock, and kallisto had her eye on land. therefore, it was kallisto who noticed when you came traipsing about, lugging a bag of beach essentials on your back and completely oblivious to their presence.

the moment you had arrived, all three girls dove back into the water with such speed that you didn't even notice them. just another dumb human trespassing on their territory, all on your own, they thought — didn't the others warn you? didn't you see the signs? they were there for a reason!

they were just going to scare you off at first. that's what they did to every human that dared to enter their turf. they'd show themselves, the human would run off and tell anyone who'd listen, and they'd giggle amongst themselves as the poor sop who they had frightened was either completely disregarded as another prankster who had a bit too much sun or caused a hysteria which made a throng of beachgoers flee the dunes for fear of being targeted next.

but when the girls reemerged and their eyes landed on you, unsuspecting of their presence as you set up your things in the shade... for some reason, they all stopped. and they all just stared.

...how did such a nice looking human stumble upon their beach? what were these strange feelings they got just from looking at you? why didn't they wanna chase you away?

all three girls found themselves doting on every aspect of you rather than planning how they’d drive you away. you were just so adorable! they couldn’t help it! your cute face, your little mannerisms, the quirky little things you did when you thought you were alone? it enamored them to you within moments.

tomila was keen to try to meet you off the bat. but every time she made a move to get your attention, lyonesse and kallisto stopped her. humans get scared so easily, they reminded her — if you ran off like the others, they'd risk never seeing you again! they had to avoid that at all costs.

it wasn’t like they could chase you on land… if only you’d come to the water! it was no surprise that their human was smarter than the others…

with you out of their reach for the time being, they started small. every time you came down to their isolated section of the beach, you'd find something new waiting for you. sea shells and shark teeth that'd never normally wash up on the beach, an old watch that still worked somehow, a wallet that was packed with money (completely sodden, but still intact) despite the ID mysteriously missing from it, anything that the girls understood to be of value to humans. it surprised you at first, then baffled you — it was clear it was all being placed there intentionally, but by who? you had no clue, but since no one else came to the reef and therefore was never claimed, it was free for you to take. so you kept returning, and the girls kept giving.

it made them so happy when you'd come down wearing one of the bracelets they left, or spent time trying to pry apart the tiny treasure box they'd filled with sea glass and old coins. you liked their gifts! that meant you'd like them when you'd meet, right? it didn’t matter that other humans were warning you to stop coming around, you didn’t listen to them. it had to be because you liked them so much!

for a time, they were content with just that. you usually came alone, and when anyone else dared to stop by — with or without you — they chased off the newcomers with a new aggression that kept them from coming back. stupid humans, didn’t they know that this beach was for you only now? they weren’t allowed! and with their collective effort, eventually everyone was too frightened to visit the beach entirely.

everyone except you, of course!

and when they were sure that no one else would interrupt the moment they had waited ages for, it was then and only then that they revealed themself to you.

needless to say, you were incredibly surprised the day you came down to the usual spot you'd find your treasures in and, rather than finding a trinket or jewelry, you found yourself grabbed by several pairs of scaley, webbed hands and dragged off the beach, into the water, where the three happily chirped and chattered at you — finally, finally, getting to meet their human treasure! and you had so much bonding to do now that you knew of their existence!

it’d be a while before they let you go again… but it’s okay — they watched you for so long, surely they knew about all the things you liked!

they’d make sure you’d be nice and comfortable during your time with them.

#🪸 the mermaids #lovesick | ocs #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere #yandere girl #yandere girls #polyam yanderes #tw kidnapping #tw implied kidnapping #im so mad this took so long to finish

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scarasbaefy · 2 years ago

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linger

chars; scaramouche/wanderer

; fem reader, angst

note; I AM NEW TO THIS !! i neefd more angst i love angst so im doing it myself. emoly if u see this, HI !!!

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sitting on the bed you shared with your “husband” is all you seemed to do these past few months. scaramouche is rarely ever home. when he is, he doesn’t even bother to greet you. not a smile on his face, and no word is exchanged between you. there hasn’t been any intimacy either. no kisses, no loving touches.

“why don't you just leave him? it’s obvious you’re miserable.” tartaglia said as he seen you walk out the infirmary. he had no idea what he was talking about. he doesn't even know the feeling of loving someone so much that you don’t want to let go. “i love him.” you stated, no emotion present in your voice. who can blame you? you were in a loveless relationship. tartaglia felt bad for you but didn’t say anything more. you stared at his back, watching him as he continued to walk down the hall. everyone was worried sick at your depressed state, except of course scaramouche.

tartaglias words lingered in your mind. maybe it wouldn’t hurt to ask scaramouche why he was acting this way towards you. was it the girl everyone had been talking about? you’d occasionally hear other harbingers talk about a mysterious traveler ruining their plans.

you walked back to your room with the mystery girl in your mind. sometimes you would read reports from scaramouches missions that had been mailed in for filing. the way he wrote about her and complimented her skills made you slightly jealous. ‘it’s okay,” you told yourself, “soon, she’ll be the furthest thing from his mind!”

before him becoming distant, he would talk to you with the happiest look on his face. he would bring you gifts and strike down anyone who dared to look at you the wrong way, never failing to bring butterflies to your stomach. the memories of the past made you tear up. “i miss my husband.” you whispered as you rubbed your stomach, trying to soothe the sudden cramp you had been getting for a while now.

“i’m right here. stop crying. it’s making you look pathetic.” scaramouche said as he slammed the door shut. “do you know how embarrassing it is having a crybaby wife like you? lumine would never do this. everyone looks at us with pity and i hate it, and it’s all your fault,” his words dripped with venom.

you felt your heart drop. you didn’t know he was coming home today. the plan to tell him the news you found out from the infirmary suddenly slipped out of your mind, fear of what he’d do to you replacing its spot.

“i-i.. when did you arrive? i thought you wouldn’t be coming home for another week or so,” you said as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

scaramouche walked in front of you, grabbing ur face with one hand while rubbing the tears away rather harshly. you immediately tried prying yourself away from him. “stop! you’re hurting me!” you shouted, grabbing his wrists and forcing his hands off your face. “oh give me a break,” he started, “now i can’t even wipe your tears away without you acting dramatic? isn’t this what you want anyways? god, how much more useless can you get? if i knew you were going to become like this, i wouldn’t have married you. id rather walk this land alone a thousand times and witness my friends get killed, than to be seen with a person like you.” your heart dropped for a second time. this time, the aching pain lingered longer.

you slowly smiled at him. one of those smiles you give when you’ve had enough. months without him talking to you and this is how he treats you? scaramouche furrowed his eyebrows at your reaction. no one should be happy after being insulted.

“okay.” you said, the smile turning into a bitter expression. you stood up and shoved him away from you. “take your lousy ring,” you took the ring off your finger and threw it towards his feet, “i’m sick of this, and you, and everything you haven’t done. i haven’t done anything to you to deserve this,” scaramouche stood there with a surprised face. he stumbled as he reached to catch your ring, regret immediately washing over him. never in a million years did he think you’d be capable of talking back. you’re a sweet person with no room for hate. “don’t look for me,” you continued, “don’t follow me. don’t even bother mentioning my name,” you made your way towards the door, hand reaching for the doorknob, “and by the way, don’t be surprised when one of your subordinates reports back to you telling you they spotted me with an infant that resembles you.” the electro vision on your back flickered before the sound of thunder roared and lightning replacing where your body once stood, teleporting you out of the building.

#hi #wyd #i didnt know what to write about #scaramouche #wanderer #angst #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader angst #genshin #genshin impact #teyvat #childe #tartaglia #oneshot

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hangesdarling · 10 months ago

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YOU WRITE FOR THE KAKAGURI GIRLS?

yumeko jabami with her house pet reader please

deception — y. jabami

PAIRING. Yumeko Jabami x female reader SYNOPSIS. You’re a housepet that caught Yumeko’s attention. CONTENT. Suggestive content, no explicit smut, kinda fluffy in a way WORD COUNT. 1.0k A/N. yepp anon, i write for kakegurui too! i love the manga so muchh

You're always one to hide your intentions cleverly. Masked by a gentle voice, temperate manner, and vulnerability, the housepet ID around your neck had deceived all. But not her. Yumeko Jabami's eyes are too sharp for your deception.

As everything in Hyakkaou Academy was arranged, it all started with a simple gamble. It was around break time and while most games are ongoing, the game room you came from became a parade of dejected faces. Housepets wishing for another chance to free themselves were met with greater loss, those who are far too greedy and risky have a brand new housepet ID around their necks, but you... Yumeko cannot miss the subtle smile curling at the edge of your lips despite another hundred thousand yen weighing on your shoulder.

You were too lost in your musings to even notice the presence of the girl approaching you. At first, you thought she was just a sweet, thrill-seeking girl who had too much money to spare. You accepted her gamble, thinking it was common for the likes of her to gamble recklessly.

You were having fun, giving in to her charms as you charmed her back with your smooth words. However, the understanding began to dawn on you like a pile of bricks halfway through the game. Yumeko's game was never a game of luck, none of the cards played could ever win without the level of intuition Yumeko has.

It was a simple game of three rounds that ended with your loss and yet, Yumeko had already gained the information they needed from you after you won the second round.

After that game, your hand shook as Yumeko enthusiastically took it between hers. You tried to laugh it off, telling her the game got you nervous, that's all. However, the fear rose in your throat as Yumeko gave you a knowing look, one that pierced through your soul and tore away the shroud you concealed yourself with. I can see through you, her eyes spoke.

This is the end of your deception. This girl with sharp eyes and a deceiving smile came so suddenly and tore away your facade.

Yumeko looked at you, a blush creeping on her cheeks as she caressed your hands between hers. You swore that her brown eyes turned red as she said, "I look forward to gambling with you again, Y/N."

Your hand retracted from hers, and a nervous smile crept on your face as you chuckled, "You sure about that? You can bury me in debt, haha..."

Yumeko giggled softly. That euphonious laugh worming its way to your heart, "Don't think that would happen, Y/N."

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You know very well that this girl could be the very death of you. Her presence in your life had your persona teetering over the edge, your desire to gamble with the student council becoming stronger. But it was getting hard to hold back whenever you were gambling with Yumeko. The excited glint in her eyes urged you to use all your wits and all the cards up your sleeves. It was like being squeezed out of all the strategies hidden within you for the sole purpose of being a gratifying thing to her. No matter how much you deny it, Yumeko became a newfound fascination you're trying to detest. Whenever you two were left alone, Yumeko couldn't help but be touchy, asking all kinds of things whenever she was kissing you, or sometimes playfully tugging on your housepet ID when she desperately wanted you close.

Yumeko always sees through everything, tearing at the filter of things to get through a more interesting reality. She knew the mutual desire and understanding brewing between the two of you. It wasn't just the heated gambling sessions, or when she pulls you into a kiss but rather an inner, less pronounced desire to seek thrill and fascination within the other.

Her schemes are so lovely, unforgiving, and remorseless, one that dances along with your resolve. After a gamble with one of the student Council members, she wore a housepet ID like a garland, even pulling you close just to tell you how beautiful your cruel necklaces match.

Yumeko gave you that one esoteric gaze only you came to understand. The hunger to gamble. The hunger for something else only the both of you could see.

Gambling came to be Yumeko's life the first time she held a dice, and you've become the love that fueled her desire. The one where she found a divine, almost cosmic understanding. Each touch melts the both of you into one, a mold made to be together to either strike fear or fascination.

At one point, she pulled you aside, hugging you to her chest as her hands wandered around you in a deep desire to bond. You took her blushing, heated face into your hands, relishing her desirous gaze before your lips met hers. The warm brown of your lover’s eyes gazed at you with a perpetual tinge of red. Her gentle arms encircled your waist, creeping a tender hand beneath your skirt. Yumeko wanted to feel every inch of you, the soft smile on her lips contrasting her eyes filled with intent to have you. No one ever came near to the place where you stood in her heart, not even the most insane gambler in the academy.

Yumeko admires your far-reaching mind, and desire to win something more than a stack of money. You carried the humiliation of being a housepet for a greater desire for power. A fault stirring the hierarchy, a quiet force caving away the foundation of Hyakkaou Academy. You were so quiet, yet so poisonous—the perfect dangerous weapon loved by her hands.

Yumeko shared your desire. She wanted to watch the beautiful collapse of this depriving system. After all, every system was bound for ruination to make room for the creation of something tremendous.

Let's gamble to our heart's content, she would say, and make it sound like a chaste confession of love and in her own way, it was.

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated, sweethearts <3

#yumeko jabami #yumeko jabami x reader #yumeko jabami x y/n #yumeko jabami x you #kakegurui #kakegurui x reader #kakegurui fanfiction #✂ rem writes____✍︎

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pixie-ass · 10 months ago

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Don't Say You Need Me - Jonathan Crane Drabble

Warnings - none except refrenced non consented ghost hands

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It'd been almost 2 weeks since she'd last heard from the man she loved. Last time she'd seen him he'd been the one to reach out, look for her until he found her, to tell her he missed her and needed her back. Like always she believed him, blurred by the rose lens of love. He'd been there for a while, not long but a little longer than usual until one morning he'd left, with nothing but a few words of how he needed to leave and couldn't explain it to her.

Here she was now, laying in her bed, a comforter covering her from head to toe as she stared out her apartment window into the gloomy streets of Gotham. The tv was playing in the background, the news reporter buzzing about more criminal attacks of people dying from a gas poison. She could care less, a villain could come into her apartment now and strip her of everything but she wouldn't care, her heart had been ripped out again.

The moon was bright in the sky, but clouds would come and cover it again, leaving her in darkness again.

It was late into the night, but she couldn't sleep.

Flipping over, she looked at her small clock, 2:37, it read. It's been days since she'd gotten good rest even if all she did was rot in bed.

She hasn't always been this way, she'd been with many men before, but none of them had made her so sad to lose like Jonathan had. She'd been strong, never shedding a tear for any of them, telling herself they weren't worth it. But then came the doctor, with his charming good looks and stoic personality.

Lost in thought she once again stared into nothing in particular, lost in thoughts that kept coming. Her phone lit up, she zoned into it. She was getting a phone call. Sitting up, she picked it up, the caller ID was unknown.

Furrowing her brows she answered, "Hello?"

"Y/n, hello. It's Jonathan."

Silence filled the room, her heart leaped in her chest, from happiness, excitement, pure bliss. It was like the color had returned into her life once again. She was happy to hear his voice again, like a drug it lured her in and had her addicted everytime.

"My love, where have you been? I've been worried sick." She inhaled shakily, the news of his voice making her happiness overpowering, "Oh, i've missed you so much, Jonathan.." she whispered. She was now sitting up completely, the first movements she'd done in a while.

"I've been busy here at Arkham, you know how my job is. Lunatic after lunatic. You wouldn't believe how many crazies are in this city." His voice sounded the same, yet she could suspect a different hint of tone from his usual annoyed one, it sounded darker, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She decided she was imagining it, from her lack of sleep and time since she last heard him.

She let out a giggle, "Yeah, I'm sure, I've seen the news. There's a new criminal they call the Scarecrow, spraying victims with a fear gas. Another crazy you'll be seeing soon, huh?" There was a noise in the call as if a shift in fabric, "Perhaps if he's caught. I've seen him around the media, his techniques are quite intelligent though, the police haven't caught him, not even the infamous Batman." There was a snarkiness in his voice, his annoyed tone had returned, his tone almost sounded insulted at her comment.

She wondered why, then another question popped up, "Why did you call me until now, Jon?" She was now frowning, looking down at her knees, her heart aching in fear of what he would say.

"Ah yes, I called you because I wanted to see you, my darling." Her frown lifted, a smile replacing it as she bit her lip happily.

"I've been wanting to see you more than anything. When did you want to meet up?"

"I'm outside your apartment complex, if now is fine." Jolting up she looked outside her window, seeing him walk into the doors of the complex, her heart raced as she looked at herself.

She looked a bit messy from laying in bed, "Oh, um, yes now is fine. Let me just clean up a bit. Just knock when you're here please." He gave a quick response, as she hung up. She wasn't sure what he needed but now her nerves were getting to her as she replaced the lounge clothes she wore with actual clothes. Slipping on a small black skirt and sweater, she tidied up her hair as she heard a knock.

Opening the door, she smiled widely, there stood the man she'd yearned for, dressed in his usual suit. "Jonathan…" She embraced him in a tight hug around the neck, holding onto him like he'd disappear into thin air again, "I've missed you so so much." She exhaled into his neck. He placed a hand on her waist, he'd never been much of a physical person. Stepping back, she stared into his face, smile never leaving as she motioned him to come in. He did so, she noticed he was carrying a suitcase with him, she assumed he'd just got out from Arkham.

"Good to see you too, darling. I needed to see you again." He spoke, setting down his suitcase on the kitchen table. Her heart fluttered at his words, he did seem a bit different.

He sat down at one of the tables and she accompanied him in doing so. Staring at him, she noticed he carried himself with a new demeanor, she didn't speak until he spoke up first, "I'm sorry I left so abruptly. I had an emergency to see to. You know I love and need you, my darling."

She nodded, smiling as she grabbed his hand in hers. "I know, my love. Don't worry. I'll always be here for you, I love you more than anything."

Jonathan was pleased to hear this, he gave a smile in return. He knew when he picked her long ago she'd be perfect. No matter how many times he'd left, for months or longer, she accepted him with open arms. He wasn't interested in love or such things but that didn't mean he wasn't good at faking it, he was a master at manipulation and psychological abuse, he was only using what he knew.

"My darling, since you love me so much, would you do anything I told you?" He leaned over, running a hand through her hair lovingly, then moving to her cheek as he caressed it with his thumb. They both equally knew she would, she nodded, placing her hand on top of his as she leaned into his cool touch, bathing in the feel of it.

"Of course, my love."

"Good." He responded, leaning into her and placing a slow kiss onto her lips. She melted into it instantly, closing her eyes and taking in the feeling she missed so much. His lips were warm and he was perfect as always.

A small click was heard, but she ignored it, too infatuated with the man's lips to acknowledge or care. That was until a smell filled her nose, his lips had pulled away by now and she began coughing, opening her eyes she saw smoke and Jonathan had been replaced by a terrifying frowning scarecrow. She let out a scream that was quickly broken by another fit of coughs as she stood up, stepping backwards to get away.

A gruesome voice now filled her head and the room around her was becoming distorted, the lights flickering and dark voids and bugs crawling everywhere. "Oh my darling, having trouble?" The voices seemed to be mocking, she couldn't see him clearly now, only a terrifying dark shadowy figure slowly making its way towards her. She felt hands touching her all over. Falling backwards her body made harsh contact with the floor, she continued to scream, now crying, "Please… please stop, no no no.." she closed her eyes but that only seemed to make it worse as more terrifying images appeared.

"Your pretty little mind can only take so much. Shhh succumb to the fear! Come on my darling, let it all out. Let me see your biggest fears." The voice was tormenting, filling her whole head as she cried harder, the feeling of hands getting more painful on her body. She tried to rub them off frantically, but the feeling only worsened, she felt like she was suffocating. Opening her eyes the scarecrow was face to face with her, distorting and moving into terrifying faces straight from a nightmare.

"Make it stop, make it stop please!" Her words were coming out slurred, whines and whimpers being all that Johnathan heard. She was trying to crawl away, but not to much success. Jonathan could see it was affecting her greatly, he was pleased, a sinister smirk on his face as he ripped the mask off. She was showing to be a great sport, her fear was much more extravagant than he had imagined. He had used a lower dose on her to test it out, but she showed great promise in his future experiments.

Cooing at her, he caressed her face again, her eyes widened in fear as she was paralyzed in place unable to writhe away. Her eyes then closed suddenly as her body went limp, her brain must have exhausted from the high levels of fear. "You're okay now, Dr. Crane will take care of you for being such a good girl."

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offbrandkyoya · 1 year ago

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60 scara the widower

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Scaramouche is very lonely. He’s never felt so empty before. He misses you so much, like he’ll ever admit that. Practices were okay. It made him want to gauge his eyes out but anything for his fans.

Scaramouche turns off the music and sits on the floor while taking a sip of water. He’s sweating like crazy and he feels his head spiral. The boys trained separately for 3 hours and the rest is practicing together. Currently, Scaramouche is separated from the others. He kind of missed the loud noises.

He closes his water bottle before staring at the ceiling. He wanted to call you, see how you were doing but his phone got taken away. He wouldn’t get it back till the end of the day which was at night. He didn’t like the idea calling you at night since he cares about your health. Kind of hypocritical since he didn’t care much about his own.

Scaramouche pulls his knees up and rests his chin. “I miss yn…” He mumbled. He’s all alone so he didn’t care about speaking out loud. It’s just him and his thoughts. “Why did I sign up for this if it meant id be away from them?” He sighs before standing up. “I hope they’re okay.” He knows that people at your campus don’t like you at all and he can’t help but worry. You have Thoma and now…

“Fuck.” He says, remembering he’s keeping a secret from you. Scaramouche runs his fingers through his hair. He doesn’t like the idea of not telling you about Albedo and Kaeya. Obviously, it was none of your business to know their relationship but he fears something will happen to your friendship. You get along well with Albedo that he can’t help but think, if Kaeya spills the truth, Albedo would no longer want to be associated with you.

Not only him but Thoma as well. The blonde has some kind of relationship with Diluc and that can also ruin everything. Scaramouche just wants to make sure that you don’t only have him or 5WIRL. He growls, “I’m not their mom.” His face softens, “Still, I love-“ The door opens and enters his manager.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” He hated her guts. Getting special treatment is kind of annoying. Yet, he doesn’t want to cause any problems so he acts oblivious. “No, I was just relaxing.” “I see but don’t relax too much.” Scaramouche nods and his manager closes the door, walking closer to him. “Listen, Scaramouche.” She rubs her hands.

“About that concert where you…had a reaction…” Scaramouche raises a brow but says nothing. “I need you to be focused. It’s not that I’m angry at you. I’m just concerned. You need to learn how to control your emotions. We don’t want you to look bad in front of everyone.” Scaramouche felt his insides boil. How was he supposed to know his mom was gonna show up that night? He hasn’t seen that woman in years.

“Okay.” Was all he said and she smiles. “Good. Gosh, you’re a much better listener than the rest. Out of all of them you have the most potential considering-“ She paused. “Considering?” He repeats. Her smile falters but continues, “Nothing. You’re just better. So much better that, you can be the new leader.” His eyes widen and she laughs. “Just a suggestion.” “What about Venti?”

Suddenly, she frowns. “He’ll leave. He’s been here long enough and Zhongli isn’t easy to beat. I guess his time has run out. He’s pretty much a nuisance and does nothing but mistakes. Honestly, he should’ve given up long ago.” Scaramouche doesn’t say anything and she smiles again. “Well enough of that. Continue doing what you’re doing.”

She walks to the door but turns back around. “Oh right, I’ve been meaning to tell you; take off that ring. I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.” Then she left. Scaramouche brings his hand up to look at the ring. “Like hell I’m taking this off.”

Scaramouche felt sour after hearing all that. Him? The new leader? He scoffs at the thought. “As if.” He’s pretty unstable, mentally and emotionally, so he wouldn’t be right for the job. Plus, Ventis a good leader. He’s confused on his relationship with Zhongli so he can’t really say much on that. Scaramouche heads to the boombox and turns the music back on to continue practicing.

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- I also started watching legend of korra after avoiding it for so long

- I love mako

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storiesbyjes2g · 6 months ago

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3.142 Keep it in the family

After that rather heavy breakfast, I suggested we head to Gilbert Gardens for a stroll around the lake to burn off the calories and the effects of such a serious conversation. He told me a few stories from his childhood and how he and Mama met, which was a story I had actually never heard before. They were at a bar, and she turned around and told him he was beautiful and asked him out at the end of the night. It wasn't hard to imagine her being so brazen, but I only knew the more matured and careful version of Emerald Kierra Pope. Heh, I still couldn't believe Dwayne called her "Kiki." That sounded like a completely different sim, but I suppose she was a different sim then. While I enjoyed hearing happier stories of my parents' youth, I found it odd he would tell so many about him and her. Did he miss her? She must have gotten to him. I hadn't forgotten about them acting weird lately. Maybe what they say about the things we remember at the end of our lives is true. No one on their deathbed lamented about not making enough money or buying a bigger house. No one remembered the petty arguments and dumb stuff we did. It was the good times and people we loved, and he still loved her.

It was quite hot that afternoon, and Dad got tired and wanted to go back home, but I wasn't done with him yet. I needed more time and suggested we go check on Less and the babies, and he agreed. When we arrived, two of the three babies were hungry and screaming. Less already had Arvin, so I took care of Breanna. Dad stood quietly behind us, admiring how well we took care of them...or something. As soon as Arvin was satisfied, Lex woke up and demanded a meal too. Like every other visit, at some point, Dad left to take out trash and do whatever else he could find to help out. The fear of holding newborns must have been pretty strong. If I were staring death in the face, I'd like to think I'd suck it up and hold my long-awaited grandchildren. But to each his own.

Once all the babies were happy and asleep, we retreated downstairs to hang. Mama came in from the pool and was surprised to see us all together in the living room.

"Two days in a row? I should have given you my final wishes sooner!"

"Ha ha," I said flatly.

"You could have just left instructions like normal sims," Dad said.

Mama's head jerked back so far, I thought it would fly off and sock Less in the face. I could count on one hand how many times I saw my parents fight, but each time was dangerously entertaining.

"Did you leave instructions, smartie?" She paused a few seconds for dramatic effect. "I didn't think so!"

He shook his head at her. I could imagine their marriage being full of that, had it continued.

"While we're on the subject," he said, "if you don't mind, there's something I want to discuss with my children."

"Okay. I'll go. But don't be in here traumatizing my babies."

"You've already done that, Mama," I said. "Thanks for that."

"Why, I never! I know where I'm not wanted. I'm going back to the pool!"

He watched her leave, but still didn't say what he wanted to say. Maybe discussing their deaths was just as awkward for them as it was for us to hear about it, even though they spoke so casually about it.

"So...what is it, Dad?" I asked.

"Despite what she thinks, I do have instructions," he said. "But there is one matter left to finalize, and I could use your help."

"Uhhh...okay," Alessia said, nervously.

"Lessi... I want to give you my house..."

"A house?!"

"Yes. But if I leave it to you, I want you to live in it."

"But...I live here."

"I know. After your mom is gone, I thought maybe you'd want to be closer to your brother. My house isn't nearly as big or as nice as this, but it's homey, and there's enough room for everyone."

"But...I..."

She looked so lost. Did Mama not talk to her? Or did she not consider the whole picture? Probably the latter. She was never good at caring about much beyond her nose. I, on the other hand, was giddily distracted by the idea of us being neighbors. Ever since learning Jace abandoned her, I had been trying to think of the best way to help her and the babies. Never once did I consider her moving to live near me until Dub mentioned his rental property. It was the perfect solution for both of us. She'd have family nearby to help with the kids, Des would grow up with faux siblings, and I'd get to keep an eye on Less and be a positive male figure in my niblings' lives. Everyone wins!

"I know that's a big decision," he said, "and expecting you to make it now isn't right, so how about this... I'll leave it to Luca until you decide if you want it or not. But no matter what you decide, I don't want either of you to sell it. I want it to stay in the family."

"But...what do I do with it?" I asked.

"Rent it out and make some money. Or keep it and give it to one of the kids. I don't have a pile of money to leave you like your mom does. This house is all I have. That's why I chose not to rent an apartment when we moved. This house is my contribution to our family's legacy. It can provide extra income for you or a head start for your children or their children as long as it stays in the family."

I had only thought of rental property in terms of a shared living situation like Dub had done. I didn't consider I could take a house I already owned and let someone else live in it while I lived somewhere else. The money tree had already done so much for my family's future, but everything Dad had said opened my mind to so many more possibilities. Just like I told Dub, I could leave Desiree more than just money.

"Of course we'll keep it in the family, Dad."

The evening grew late, and I had to get home to my ladies, so I said goodnight to Dad, silently hoping that it wasn't our final farewell. But in case it was, I gave him a good squeeze and told him I loved him.

I grabbed Less next.

"I love you too. I hope you'll take the house."

"We'll see. You're okay, I guess."

"I KNOW you're not leaving this house without saying goodbye to me," Mama shouted, appearing from nowhere.

"Now, why would I ever think about doing that?" I kissed her on the cheek. "I love you. I'll be back soon."

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #emerald pope #luca winston murillo #alessia murillo #ali murillo #arvin murillo #breanna murillo #lex murillo

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novaksupremacy · 6 months ago

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The Veiled Law of Affection- Chapter 8

chapter 8 revolves around S6E6 "Conscience". Cute Benovak stuff, obvious svu case talk, some smut of course (but only a smidgen this chapter), angst, Huang and Casey buddy road trip.

Pairing: Casey Novak x Olivia Benson

Word Count: 7181

by PKJ @novaksupremacy

Read Part 7

Henry Morton went missing from a birthday party he was attending with his mother. When the SVU team was dispatched they had trouble chasing down any leads. The video footage showed Henry disappearing, but not to where, how it happened, or even who took him. Most of what they did get was tainted by a local neighborhood watch vigilante listening in on the police scanners and strong arming suspects. The closest they got was a description given to them by the Morton’s neighbor, a young man named Jake O’Hara who swore he saw a strange man hanging around recently and that he had seen him in the neighborhood that very morning. They picked up a man that fit the description the boy gave them to a tee and brought him down to the station for a lineup.

“Why is he all banged up?” the redhead inquired after an affirmative ID had been made.

“That idiot with the police scanner was already in Billy’s apartment and beating the crap out of him when we got there. We through him out but unless we get a confession everything is circumstantial because the crime scene was tampered with.” Liv sighed, shaking her head.

“Break him or we gotta cut him loose.” Casey wrapped her arms around Liv’s neck.

“Counselor, someone might see us.” Liv smirked as she pulled the young redhead to settle between her knees, resting her hands on the ADA’s hips.

“Oh no,” Casey said mockingly and gave her girlfriend a quick kiss, a smile spreading across her lips. She pulled back just in case someone actually did happen to walk by. She placed her hands on the brunettes thighs right above the knee. Her desire to be in contact with Olivia’s body overpowered her fear of them being caught.

“Did you get enough sleep last night? You were tossing a lot.” Liv asked placing her hands on top of Casey’s.

“Did I keep you up? I’m so sorry, I think I threw my shoulder out in that last game and its been acting up.” The redhead frowned, “I’ll get it checked out, so I don’t completely screw up both of our sleep schedules.”

“Hey, you keep me up anytime you want Counselor.” Liv smiled and rubbed her hands over Casey’s, “but you probably should get that shoulder looked at anyway.” She pushed her fingertips up the ADAs wrists, under the hem of her sleeves.

“Kiss it better later?” the redhead raised her brows and sighed.

“I think I can take care of that.” Liv bit her lip, staring at Casey’s.

“Mm, I bet you can baby.” The counselor hummed. She brought her hands up to Liv’s collar and straightened it out. “We should probably get back to everyone.” She licked her lips, using the shirt collar to pull herself closer. “By the way, did I tell you how incredibly sexy you look in my suit? Watching you work while wearing my clothes, is very much a turn on.” She pressed a languid kiss on her girlfriend then turned and walked away, her fingertips lingering behind intertwined with Liv’s. She dropped her lover’s hand as she hit the doorway and turned her head back to look at her. Liv shook her head, she knew Casey was trying to get her all riled up for later. The redhead held on to the frame for a second and winked before heading down the hallway.

“Bily’s neighbor didn’t ask him to babysit, he volunteered.” Fin said as he and Cragen walked into the bullpen trying to poke holes in the suspect’s alibi.

“How old is the kid,” Cragen questioned, listening intently.

“Five,” the detective offered as they continued to walk, “He said Billy never touched him.”

“But what about the mother?” The captain pressed.

“She confirmed Billy’s story, said he was back at the apartment by half passed eleven.”

“Could Billy have left the kid alone for a bit and come back?”

Fin shook his head, “Little boy said Billy was with him the whole time.” He and Cragen reached the crime board where Casey, Elliot and Liv were all focusing.

Cragen picked up the white board marker. “Okay so your witness puts Billy outside Morton’s home in Riverdale at eight AM. His alibi puts him back on Avenue B at eight thirty.”

“Tight,” Elliot states, “But doable.”

Casey shook her head, “No but he’s got to get back to Riverdale to follow Henry into the birthday party,” she pointed at the timeline, a contemplative look in her eye.

The captain looked back at the board, “Henry’s mom said they left no later than a quarter to twelve,

“..and Billy didn’t finish babysitting until eleven thirty.” Fin continued.

“Well,” Liv added, “there’s no way he made it back to Riverdale in fifteen minutes. Not even on a Sunday”

“We got the wrong guy,” Cragen shook his head.

Munch hung up the phone and joined the conversation, “Looks that way, lab says hairs in Billy’s apartment don’t match the cat hair on Henry.

Casey sighed, “We gotta let Billy go,” she adjusted her posture, “We keep him much longer we’re gonna have a big, fat, lawsuit on our hands.”

Elliot grimaced, “I’ll tell the perv he’s going home.”

The redhead followed him and Liv out into the hall, she grabbed Liv’s arm “Be safe, and I’ll see you when you get back to the precinct.” She admired what her girlfriend did, but she was starting to hate the sinking feeling she got every time she walked out the door. Not only did she ache for her every time she was out of reach, but she also feared the risks that came along with her job. Heaven knows they’ve already experienced their fair share of these since they started dating.

Liv motioned for Casey to follow, and she ducked into the bathroom. After making sure they were alone she cupped the redhead’s face in her hands and kissed her tenderly, not letting go until they could no longer refrain from taking a breath. “I’ll be safe, I promise. I’ll always make it back to you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Casey still hanging off the kiss.

“I’ll keep this one,” she made sure to look into the ADA’s hazel green eyes as she spoke. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Casey whispered.

“Before I forget,” Liv said reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small box, “this is for you.” She opened it revealing a gold chain with a small gold plated replica of her badge and badge number.

The attorney felt her face flush and her eyes well with emotion.

Liv took the chain out of the box and unclasped it, “This, is so that I’m always with you when I’m out on the job, and so that if G-d forbid something does happen,” she put it around Casey’s neck, tucking it in to her shirt and giving her another tender kiss, “you can show this to whoever you need to, to get to me.”

“Liv, I—” the redhead looked at her girlfriend in awe, “I love—it” she cleared her throat. “I love it.”

The brunette felt her stomach fill with butterflies for a split second before Casey finished her sentence, “Good.” she said, shaking it off. “See you for lunch, Counselor.” She pulled the ADA tight and kissed her goodbye.

“Looking forward to it, Detective.” Casey bit her lip, smiling as she followed Liv back out into the hallway.

*****

Back at the station Elliot and Liv had gotten word from O’Halloran that the perp they were looking for wasn’t an adult but an adolescent. He stated that stones were found in Henry’s throat which Elliot recognized as the same ones from Jake O’Hara, the neighbor kid’s front yard. They called Jake and his mother down to the precinct and filled Casey in on what they found.

“If we are gonna charge a thirteen year old with Henry’s murder, we better have a smoking gun.” Casey said as she moved from leaning on the interrogation window and walked passed Liv and Elliot and then turned around to face them.

“We do,” Elliot said matter-of-factly, “the stones in Henry’s throat. They were from Jake’s front yard. The prints are gonna be his.”

“I bet if we go back to the party security tapes, we’re gonna see Jake.” She turned to Elliot, “We weren’t looking for a kid.”

The redhead played devil’s advocate for a moment, “Okay well what about that man Jake saw?”

The brunette shook her head, “He must’ve made that up.”

One thing wasn’t making sense to Casey, “But Jake O’Hara picked Billy out of a lineup, how could he possibly have known Billy was a pedophile.”

Elliot knew in his gut she had a point, “I don’t know.”

“Alright,” the ADA strategized, “well let’s not hard ball the kid till we get some answers. We can’t afford to make the same mistake twice.”

“I thought my son answered all your questions?” Mrs. O’Hara asked as she sat back down at the table in interrogation.

“We just have to follow up on a few things,” Liv stated as her and Elliot sat down across from the suspect and his mother.

“Jake this man you picked out of the lineup,” Elliot said as he folded his hands on the table, “He didn’t do it.”

“Told you I wasn’t sure,” Jake said sounding disappointed. His mother rubbed his back.

“It’s okay honey, you did your best.” She said to him reassuringly.

“I guess it was number two after all,” the young teenager said woefully.

“No Jake,” Benson interrupted, “number two was an off-duty cop.”

Jake’s voice full of feigned remorse, “I’m sorry,” he sighed, “they all looked alike with those sunglasses. I only saw the picture for a minute.”

“You never saw the man, did you?” Elliot questioned.

Jake immediately started to try to back pedal, “Well I did but I told that other officer I didn’t think I’d be able to recognize him again.”

Elliot stormed out of the room, realizing the detective Jake was referring to was Wolinsky, their neighborhood watch pain in the ass. He grabbed him by the collar and began berating him for getting the kid to make a false testimony before throwing him in the lockup. He walked back into interrogation closing the door behind him.

“I don’t understand,” Mrs. O’Hara said getting agitated, “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on,” Elliot barked, “Is that Jake identified a man he never saw. You made it all up didn’t you Jake?”

“I’m sure it was a misunderstanding.” His mother protested.

“Well, there’s a few other things we don’t understand.” Liv said, “Like why Henry was covered up in cat hair.”

“Or how these stones from your yard,” Elliot placed the evidence baggie on the table, “ended up in his throat.”

Jake tried coming up with answers to all of this as the detectives pressed him but soon burst into a fit of tears when Liv threatened him with the notion of matching fingerprints. He was begging his mom not to send him back to camp, claiming that what happened to Henry was indeed an accident. Mrs. O’Hara explained that Jake had been sent to a camp for troubled youth. He showed them his arms, full of cigarette burns.

“Mrs. O’Hara,” Liv said softly, “We still need to place Jake under arrest.”

*****

“So, he said the kids at the camp tortured him?” Casey stuck her chopsticks into Liv’s takeout container grabbing for a piece of broccoli and popping it in her mouth.

“You know, we could just order a larger order of chicken broccoli and ya know split it? But yeah, he broke down into tears and told us how they sodomized him and burned him with cigarettes. It was horrifying.”

“That’s awful! I’ll talk to Huang and see what he knows about the place. Did you guys talk to the vic’s father about this yet? Also, while yes, it would be more efficient to share but its more fun to watch you squirm when I steal yours.” The redhead giggled trying to poke her chopsticks back into the container much to her girlfriends protest.

Liv brought her arm back to play keep away, taunting Casey keeping the container just out of arms reach. “Come on Counselor, where’s that athletic agility?” the chuckled. At this point, the litigator was not even focused on the container and only on the brunette’s lips as they parted in a jesting smile. She leaned in and kissed them, reaching behind her to toss the chopsticks onto the table behind her. Her girlfriend followed suite with the takeout.

“Is the door locked?” Casey panted, her hands fumbling with the buttons on Liv’s shirt. She didn’t actually wait for an answer before sliding a hand under the brunettes bra, caressing her breast.

Liv reached behind her, double checked the lock, and shook her head yes. She brought her wrist up between them, “I have about thirty minutes left.”

Casey let out a sultry laugh, “I can do a lot to you in thirty minutes, Detective.” She smirked and bit her lover’s lip, pulling it towards her as she straddled the brunette.

“Oh yeah Counselor, should I set a timer?” Liv whispered as she pulled the redhead tight to her body, their kisses were messy, heated, and filled with need. She wrapped her arm around the small of Casey’s back, picking her up as she stood up and flipping her back down onto the couch underneath her.

The ADA fervently grabbed at the detectives zipper, “Baby, if you think I can’t top you from down here you are sorely mistaken.” She panted as she continued kissing and slid her fingers down into the brunette’s waistband.

Liv’s breath caught in her throat as she let out a little sigh of pleasure at her girlfriend’s touch. She leaned her body hard down against Casey, rolling her hips as the redhead’s hand continued to tease her. Casey began fingering her slowly and was just about to further her exploration of Liv’s body when she heard the door handle start to jiggle.

“Hey, hey Casey? I think you door might be jammed, seems like its stuck.” Elliot called out from the hall, “You want me to throw my shoulder into it?”

Casey let out a heavy frustrated sigh, “It’s locked Elliot, for a reason.” She brought her hand up to her forehead.

“What’s wrong? Lionel Granger interrupted your lunch one too many times?” he joked, “C’mon Novak, you gonna let me in or what? I thought you were meeting Liv for lunch.”

“I’m a little preoccupied at the moment El.” The redhead said with mild annoyance.

“Huh? C’mon Case, open the door I’ve got a stack of five’s for you!” The detective stood outside, a confused look on his face, his impatience growing.

“We’re busy!” Both women shouted at the door in unison.

“OH,” Elliot froze, “umm okay, shit, my bad. Liv, I’ll just uhh, meet you at the car in twenty.” He made some vague hand motions as he shifted awkwardly from left to right a few times, not quite sure where to put himself and then headed back towards the squad room. As he headed back towards his desk John was headed down the hall with a pile of paperwork.

“You might want to try later,” the younger detective said still a little shell shocked.

“Hey El, why? Casey not in the office?” Munch stopped mid step.

“She’s,” he paused, “out to lunch.” Elliot headed back to his desk and stared at it in silence.

*****

Judge Preston adjourned the arraignment hearing as Casey gathered up her belongings for the day. Elliot and Dr. Morton were sitting in the front row of the gallery watching as Jake went through the arraignment process.

“Hey Casey,” Elliot whispered trying to grab the ADA’s attention. She turned to face him with a small smile, his face was solemn as she walked over. “This is Brett Morton, Henry’s father.”

Her face softened as she extended her hand to him in a firm handshake, “Very sorry.”

“Can I speak with Jake,” Dr. Morton asked somberly.

Casey turned towards opposing counsel, “Cleo? Can we have a moment please?” The defense ushed Jake towards the prosecutor, Dr. Morton walking around the partition to greet him.

“Dr. Morton,” the young boy said, his eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry, Henry was my friend.”

Brett took a deep breath, “I know, Jake.” He sighed, “Why’d you do it?” The Doctor tilted his head down to get level with the boy. Casey watched the young boys body language from over Dr. Morton’s shoulder.

“I don’t know,” Jake sobbed, tears streamed down his face, “Something’s wrong with me.”

“Jake,” the victim’s father choked back a sob, “What did Henry say before he died?”

The tears fell freely down the child’s face, “He said he wanted his mommy.”

Casey could feel there was a tension escalating and nodded to the court officer to lead the young boy and his attorney away.

Dr. Morton turned around to face her, “What’s going to happen to him?”

“Without a plea bargain, he’ll stand trial and go to prison.” She said calmly, assuring the man that justice would be done.”

“Ah,” he nodded, “he’s a juvenile. He’ll be out at eighteen.”

Elliot and Casey looked towards each other concerned, “Dr. Morton,” her voice was soft but steady, “we’re trying Jake as an adult.”

The doctor’s face contorted in shock. “No. I lost a child and I know one thing. It’s wrong to lose another child to a life in prison.”

Elliot spoke quietly, “As a parent I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

“Putting Jake in jail doesn’t mean I’m getting justice.” The man shot back.

“And putting him in that camp doesn’t mean you’re responsible for what he did.” The detective retorted, his eyes showing empathy for the victim’s father.

*****

Huang met Casey outside the courtroom, he could always tell when she needed a friend to lend an ear about a case.

“Maybe I am wrong,” she said waving her hand as she spoke. She was truly torn about how to go about prosecuting this.

George turned his palm up as he answered as if weighing the options in his hand, “Dr. Morton is caught between his anger and his guilt.”

“What, just because he recommended that camp?” The lilt in the redheads voice made it clear she found that hard to digest.

“He feels responsible. He feels that if Jake hadn’t been abused there, Jake wouldn’t have killed Henry.” Huang reasoned.

“What do you think?” She looked to him for guidance.

“Jake suffered there. He was burned. He was possibly raped.” He stated.

Casey interjected, “Yeah but lots of kids are traumatized. They don’t go out and kill other kids. I mean every time they shoot up a school we say it was because they were bullied.”

George softened his voice, “Sometimes they were, and the question is whether that’s the reason Jake killed Henry.”

“Alright well what do you know about this camp?” she questioned.

“Rhinebeck Survival. No incidents that I’ve heard of.” The FBI liaison stated, racking his brain.

“That you’ve heard of.” Casey emphasized.

George smiled, “I’m sure the director will talk to us. Feel like taking a ride upstate?”

*****

“So,” George smirked looking over at Casey as she drove, one hand on the wheel, left foot up on the seat, sunglasses covering her eyes.

“So?” she responded cautiously, lowering the radio.

“Now that we are not surrounded by the entire squad and its just us,” he smiled like he was up to no good, “How are things with Olivia.” He made sure to over annunciate the syllables of her name in a teasing manner.

The redhead immediately blushed and couldn’t help but smile at the mention of her girlfriend. “Very well, thank you.”

“So, it’s pretty serious?” He inquired, “I promise I’m not psychoanalyzing, I’m strictly asking as a friend.”

“I’d like to think so?” Casey chuckled, “I think at this point I’ve almost told her I love her about a thousand times. So yeah pretty serious.” She took a sip of her coffee and put it back in the cup holder.

“Why have you stopped yourself,” Huang probed.

“Okay, now you’re psychoanalyzing.” She jested.

“Maybe a little,” he laughed, “but really, why?”

The redhead shrugged, “Afraid, I guess? That she won’t say it back, or worse that she will and won’t mean it, or worse even still that she will and will mean it and then something happens to her.”

“That,” George took a deep breath and tried to unpack that statement, “is a lot of overthinking Casey.” He chortled.

“Well, she hasn’t said it either,” she tried to rationalize her thinking. “So, what am I supposed to think?”

“That maybe she’s just as scared as you are?” He offered consolingly.

The ADA sighed, “You’re right. I mean something to her, I know that much.” She took her free hand and pulled the chain out from her shirt, “She gave me this today.” She blushed again.

“Wow,” George said taken aback by the grand gesture, “You know, Casey. Even though neither of you have said it with words. I think you’ve already said it to each other in a million separate ways without even realizing it.” He grabbed his friends hand for a second and squeezed.

“You might be on to something there, sir.” She smiled as she pulled into the camp’s driveway. “Ready?” She raised her eyebrow as she took her sunglasses off, placing them in the center console as she stepped out of the vehicle.

*****

Upon their arrival back at the DA’s office, after a day of fact finding. Huang and Casey tried to petition Judge Donnelly with the information they had been provided between the camps director and its other attendees.

“Jake O’Hara burned himself?” Judge Donnelly said in disbelief.

George nodded, “The camp’s director tried to explain to his mother that he should be institutionalized. She didn’t believe him, she threatened a lawsuit and then she took Jake home.” He said exacerbated.

Casey continued, “He was thrown out of two private schools in Brooklyn for violent behavior and arson. His mom had to move him to Riverdale.”

“The kids a sociopath!” George interjected.

“He’s only 13.” Liz said, having trouble believing what she was hearing.

The psychiatrist huffed, “Well, he has all the classic symptoms. He’s glib, he lies, he has no remorse, no empathy. He’s narcissistic and he’s extremely manipulative. He fooled both of us.”

Casey leaned against the bookshelf, “Even Brett Morton and he’s a psychiatrist. He lives right next door. He never saw how devious Jake really is.”

“If the boy is mentally ill, we’ll send him to a hospital.” Donnelly shot back nonchalant.

“Sociopathy is a personality disorder, a lot of shrinks believe there is no cure.” George spoke calmly, hoping Liz would see what he and Casey were trying to convey.

“What do you think?” Liz queried.

Huang sighed, “You can’t grow a conscience.”

“Jake knew what he was doing was wrong and didn’t care. It’s the right decision to try him as an adult.” Casey dug her heels in.

Donnelly shook her head, “It’s too late, Dr. Morton came to see me this morning. He begged me to send Jake to Family Court. So, I moved it. The case is being heard right now.”

Casey flew into the Family Court room as the Judge was starting to adjourn, “I’m very sorry to interrupt, Your Honor, but we’ve made a mistake.

The Judge tilted her head, “That’s refreshing. I don’t often hear that in my courtroom.”

Elliot, who was sitting in the gallery with Dr. Morton watched Casey intensely.

“The District Attorney’s office has reconsidered our decision to try Jake O’Hara in Family Court. We request that the case be moved to Supreme Court for trial as an adult.” She pontificated.

The Judge shook her head, “Hearings have begun. Jeopardy has attached. If I dismiss now, the case is over.”

“These are highly unusual circumstances,” Casey plead her case, “Jake O’Hara lied about his abuse. All of his injuries are self-inflicted” She pressed.

Dr. Morton flinched, “What are you saying?”

“Dr. Morton!” the Judge scolded.

“We interviewed witnesses at the camp! They all told us Jake burned himself.” The fiery prosecutor was making sure to stress the issue at hand as she spoke.

The victim’s father stared at Jake, his mouth hung open in shock. “I believed you.” He stammered and stood up from his seated position in the gallery. “I fought for you!”

“Dr. Morton, sit down!” the Judge ordered.

Elliot stood up in an attempt to calm the doctor and escort him from the court room.

“You lying little bastard!” the man shouted.

The judge banged the gavel down, “The court officer will remove Dr. Morton from this courtroom.

Both Elliot and the court officer tried to get a hold of Brett Morton and calm him down as he continued shouting, “You little prick! You should rot in hell.”

Jake O’Hara smirked back up at him from the defense table. \

“Lets go before she locks you up!” Elliot warned.

“You bet I will!” The Judge raised her voice sternly.

“Monster!” Brett shouted, breaking down in tears as he was led out of the courtroom, “You murdered my son!” He began to hyperventilate, “I can’t breathe!” He turned towards Elliot, “Do you understand? Jake will get out when he’s eighteen. He’s a sociopath! He will kill again! And again! And again!” he said through gritted teeth.

Just then Jake O’Hara walked past with his mother guiding him by the shoulder. He stopped in front of Morton and Elliot. “I’m sorry for what happened, sir.” He stated blankly with fake remorse. “I really am.” A smile crept across his face.

“You’re not sorry! You don’t know what sorry means, you have no feelings!” Brett Morton shouted as Jake continued to walk backwards, facing him, and taunting him.

Jakes mother shouted over her shoulder, “Leave my son alone.”

Within a split second Dr. Morton had grabbed the court officers gun and pushed the man at Elliot to keep him from seizing him, raised the gun and shot Jake directly in the chest.

Casey came around the corner just as the gun went off and the child fell to the ground. She flew across the vestibule and kneeled down next to Jake, tossed her briefcase to the side, and immediately began to apply pressure to the gunshot wound. She looked up in horror as Elliot managed to subdue Dr. Morton and knock the gun away from him. “Somebody call a bus!” She shouted. She grabbed the boys mother’s hands and pushed them down on the wound, “Keep pressure.” She switched positions and began to administer CPR.

Elliot’s face was one of complete shock as to the events. It all happened so fast. He watched as Casey pounded on the boys chest, blood seeping out around the mothers hand over the wound, Dr. Morton on the ground next to him in cuffs.

*****

“I knew the guy was wound too tight,” Elliot pondered watching Brett through the one way glass of the interrogation room. “Should’ve seen it coming.”

“You didn’t know Morton would shoot him, we all thought Jake was a victim.” Cragen offered empathetically.

“Kid snowed everyone.” Elliot said quietly almost whispering to himself.

The door opened and Liv stood in the doorway, “Elliot.”

“Jake’s dead.” He stated before turning around, he already knew why she was there.

“He never made it out of surgery,” she sighed, tilting her head to the side. Elliot pushed passed her and walked out. She turned to follow him.

“Olivia,” Cragen called out, she turned to face him. “Don’t.” he shook his head. “But have you checked on Casey?”

*****

The lights were all off in Casey’s office as Liv rapped lightly and opened the door, “Case?” she called out softly into the darkness.

“Hey,” she rasped from the general direction of the sofa, “I’m over here.”

The brunette walked quietly over, “You okay?”

Casey had her head leaned back against the cushions with her hand pressing an icepack over her forehead.

“Baby did you get hit? At the courthouse today?” Liv sat down on the couch, she ran her fingers down the side of her girlfriend’s face.

A small smile crept up the corner of Casey’s mouth as she felt the brunette’s caress. “No beautiful, just a bad migraine.” She took her free hand and felt around for her girlfriend and placed her hand on her leg.

“Why don’t you let me do that for a few minutes?” the detective whispered continuing to stroke the redhead’s face.

Casey shifted her weight and laid her head in the brunettes lap, her legs crossed at the ankles propped up on the arm of the couch. Liv gently took the ice pack and placed it on the coffee table and calmly began to rub the counselor’s temples, pressing her fingers down along her jawline. The counselor let out a soft groan as she felt the tension release from her face.

“How’s Elliot?” she asked, her eyes still closed. “Morton just threw that guy in front of us, he couldn’t have grabbed the gun if he wanted.”

“He’ll be okay Casey. El just deals with things in his own way.” Liv continued to massage, running the pads of her thumbs over the redheads cheekbones and sinuses.

“What about Jake?”

Liv took a deep breath, “Case, he died in surgery.” She could feel the warm tears falling from the corners of Casey’s eyes onto her hands. “Shh baby, don’t cry you’re gonna make your migraine worse.”

“Liv, I—”

“Shh, I know.” She leaned down and kissed the top of her girlfriends head. “I know.”

*****

Liz Donnelly stepped off the elevator and charged towards the squad room. Casey begrudgingly following on her coat tails. “How could let this happen,” she shouted walking straight up to Elliot.

“You got some nerve lady,” he growled angrily at her. “That kid was killed because you sent him to Family Court.

Donnelly curled her lip, “I didn’t stand there and watch Brett Morton grab a gun.” She sniped.

Elliot took another step towards her. “You sure as hell put it in his hand. What, you didn’t want to say no to a grieving father? You afraid the press would call you a cold hearted bitch?” he quipped.

Casey stepped in between them before they could tear each other’s heads off. “If you two wanna blame each other, go ahead.” Her tone was calm and serious. “But I have a job to do. Now, what’s our decision on Dr. Morton?” As she spoke neither Elliot nor Liz let their gaze deviate, eyes locked, shooting daggers.

“Charge him,” Liz muttered, “Murder two.” Her stare was still confined to Elliot.

He clenched his jaw, bucking at the judge, “His son was killed by a psychopath who was gonna walk.”

“And that gives him the right to kill a kid? I want him arraigned by tomorrow morning.” She finally pulled away and shot Casey a look that she meant business and if the ADA didn’t follow through it would be her ass. The then turned on her heel and stormed off.

Elliot turned towards his friend, “Just gonna cover her ass? Just sweep it all under the carpet?” he grumbled.

She stepped in front of him as he tried to walk away, “My job is not to protect my boss.” She asserted.

“Then do the right thing,” he snapped, “You saw Morton. The guy was out of his mind. It’s not Murder Two, its manslaughter.” He then followed Donnelly’s lead and stormed off.

Casey could feel her eyes welling up as he walked off. She didn’t want to be in this position at all but here she was, stuck. She could feel the sick heat of anxiety rising up her throat and rushed off to the closest ladies room. The redhead splashed cold water on her face and then leaned over the sink, pressing her palms down on the cold white ceramic basic. Tears fell from her eyes as she tried to compose herself, but she couldn’t stop the shaking. The door creaked open, and she turned her head to see Liv standing there, arms folded.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” she tried to laugh and only ended up choking back a sob.

Liv’s face softened and she stepped forward pulling Casey to her and holding her close. She kissed the top of the counselor’s head. “You are way stronger than you give yourself credit for, Case. You can do this.” She pulled back to look into her girlfriends hazel eyes. She kissed her delicately.

*****

Morton stood up as Casey walked into interrogation. “How’s Jake?” he questioned trying to seem concerned.

Casey did her best not to roll her eyes, “He died in surgery.”

“What have I done?” He sat down, shook his head, and stared off into the distance.

His attorney, Zeirko, did his best to calm him down, “You were out of control Brett you didn’t know what you were doing. If this isn’t “extreme emotional disturbance,” I don’t know what it is.” he said softly.

“So, you’re going for an affirmative defense.” Casey said pointedly, “What do you want?”

“Man Two, minimum time” Zeirko stated firmly.

“I have a better idea,” Casey scoffed, “Why don’t we just throw him a parade?”

“I don’t like your tone.” Zeirko sneered.

“And I don’t like 13 year olds being shot to death in the courthouse.” Casey clapped back.

Morton looked up from the table, “You think I meant to do it?”

“You grabbed a court officers gun and pulled the trigger.” Casey turned towards Morton and stated point blank, she wasn’t pulling any punches.

“I don’t remember any of it, I just snapped.” Morton stammered.

“Well, that’s convenient.” The sarcasm dripped from the prosecutor’s voice through gritted teeth.

“No that’s “extreme emotional disturbance.” The defense protested.

“Well, you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t take your clients word for it.” The redhead scoffed.

“Fine. Have your psychiatrist examine him.” Zeirko offered.

*****

Casey walked out of the courthouse with the intentions of grabbing another coffee before the recess ended, she tensed as she heard Elliot’s voice snarking at her.

“You really went after Morton in there.” He said with contempt.

“He killed a kid he knew what he was doing,” she retorted as she turned and walked towards him.

“You’re so sure about that because of something he wrote 15 years ago?” he questioned argumentatively.

“Elliot, he’s screwing with us! This grief-crazed father crap—It’s all an act.” The redhead said with frustration. Why was it so easy for Elliot to believe this guy? This was clearly a ruse to get away with murder in her eyes.

“I spend my life locking up skells for murdering children. The system says they go away to prison. Fine. But if it were my son lying on that slab, I don’t know what my rage would make me do.” The detective sighed.

Casey opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a voice from behind them.

“Detective Stabler?” A woman called out.

“Yeah?” Elliot responded, he looked over Casey’s shoulder to see who had spoken.

“You’re served.” The woman said flatly and handed Elliot a plain envelope.

“Subpoena.” He said disparagingly. “Zeirko’s calling me to testify for the defense.”

*****

Even with the mountain of evidence on the prosecution side, the skillful cross examination delivered by Casey and the fact that Dr. Morton had all but outright admitted what he did, the jury still came back with a verdict of “not guilty.” The ADA couldn’t help but wear her disappointment on her face as she exited the courtroom.

“I didn’t think they’d acquit him.” Elliot offered consolingly.

Casey nodded, “Well, this trial wasn’t about Brett Morton or “extreme emotional disturbance” or even your testimony. Jurors didn’t want Jake O’Hara running loose and Brett solved that problem.” She reasoned.

“We can’t treat these kids, so we kill em?” Elliot asked incredulously.

The redhead stuttered, “I don’t have the answers, I don’t think anyone does. Maybe that’s why they acquitted.”

Dr. Morton called out from behind them as he came down the front steps of the courthouse, “Ms. Novak,” he said garnering for her attention, “Ms. Novak.”

Casey and Elliot turned to face the newly free man, “You seem pretty satisfied.”

“I am.” Morton answered, straight faced.

“Well, you got away with it.” The young prosecutor said with disdain.

“Oh, I suppose I did.” There was barely any inflection to Brett’s voice.

Elliot tilted his head, “Tell me one thing, when did you decide to kill Jake?” he questioned.

“In the courtroom, once I knew what he was. You were right” the doctor turned to look at Casey, “I looked around, saw the officer, realized I could take the gun. I just waited for the right moment.”

Elliot shook his head, “You manipulated us just like Jake did.”

Morton shook his head, “No, there’s one big difference, Jake would’ve killed again. I won’t.” He shrugged his shoulders and left the pair by themselves.

They turned towards the street. “Hey, I’m going meet Liv at McFadden’s, do you want to come with?” Casey asked, she and Elliot had their own way of apologizing to each other in true sibling fashion. Their apologies were always unspoken coded in a trip to the bar or for a slice of pizza, a teasing joke, and a rib nudge.

“Love to, but I got to get home or Kathy’s gonna have my ass on the couch.” He gave her a pat on the arm and headed off in the opposite direction.

She nodded and threw up her hand to hail a cab, she could’ve caught the train, but she missed Liv and wanted to get to her faster. She watched out the window as the cab went up to midtown, mulling over everything that had transpired in court today. The redhead pondered what made people tick, what made one person a sociopath, one person a hothead, a kind empathetic soul, or her afraid to tell the one person who has meant more to her than any other that she loves them. She shook the thoughts loose, pushed them down as the cab pulled up at the bar. “One day at a time Novak.”

The ADA opened the door to the bar to find her girlfriend already waiting for her. Olivia’s eyes lit up as Casey walked in, her stomach still did flips every time she laid eyes on the red head.

“Hey beautiful,” she said as the ADA moved closer and sat down on the stool next to her.

“Hey yourself, Detective.” She smirked as Liv handed her a whiskey sour.

“Heard you had a tough loss, figured I’d have this ready.” She ran her fingers up Casey’s thigh, sending a shiver through her body. The redhead grabbed it with her left hand and held it in place as Liv reached the top of her thigh and downed the drink with her right hand.

“Have anything else ready for me?” She quirked her brow and put the glass back down on the bar.

Liv raised her eyebrows in response and squeezed down on her girlfriends leg, “Bathroom?” she subtly nodded her head towards the door at the back of the bar.

Casey got up and walked that direction, the brunette waited about sixty seconds and then followed her. She tapped lightly on the door to the single person bathroom to immediately be pulled in. The redhead locked the door and then roughly pushed her up against the wall, kissing her fiercely. “I have been fantasizing about your lips all day, Detective.” Her lips curled into a smile as she unzipped Liv’s pants, her teeth grazed the other woman’s neck as her hand made slow, deliberate circles around the brunette’s clit.

Liv bit down on her own lip trying to stifle her moans. “Counselor,” she panted, “here? What if someone needs to get in here?”

“They can wait,” Casey moaned into her neck, “I can’t.” She ran her tongue over Liv’s pulse point and slid her hand further into the brunette’s slick and began to penetrate her.

“Casey,” the detective moaned into her lover’s ear, trying not to be too loud. She wrapped her leg around her lover, holding tight to the back of her neck with her hands.

“That’s my good girl,” the redhead mewled into Liv’s neck, “keep making those pretty noises for me.”

“Daddy,” the brunette’s breath hitched as she whimpered.

“Mmm what was that baby? Who’s your Daddy?”

“You are, Casey, you are.” Liv could barely breathe, “Casey I’m gonna—” before she could finish she could feel herself tighten and convulse around the ADA’s fingers, her liquids dripping down to the redhead’s wrist. She couldn’t do anything except sputter her lover’s name over and over again.

Casey continued to massage her sensitive spot gently before pulling away. Liv whined, feeling empty now. “I promise,” the fiery prosecutor kissed her. “When we get home baby I’m going to take very good care of all your needs.”

“As long as you let me take care of yours too,” Liv whispered still trying to catch her breath.

“Oh, that’s a plea deal I’d cop to any day, Detective.” She smirked against the brunette’s full lips, “We should probably get back out there.” She kissed her again as she unlocked the door and headed back to the bar, her girlfriend following her after a reasonable pause.

Back at the bar they had ordered another round of drinks and appetizers by the time John Munch walked through the door.

“Okay, I’m here!” he threw his hands out to his sides, “bring on the secret boyfriends.” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together.

Casey shot Liv a look, “Oh boy, Fin is gonna upset he missed this.” She ribbed her and Liv nodded in agreement, both women holding back a chuckle.

Munch walked towards them, “Always lovely to see you ladies, but where are these mysterious gentlemen you’ve been hiding?”

“John,” the prosecutor chuckled, “They’re right here.” She was unable to contain the amusement she was getting from this.

Munch looked at her puzzled, “I don’t understand, do they work here or something.”

Liv looked at him, “May I introduce to you, ‘Secret Boyfriend Number One’,” she said pointing at herself, “and ‘Secret Boyfriend Number Two’.” She pointed to Casey who also pointed at herself.

John dropped his shoulders, “You mean you guys are just schtuping each other?”

“You almost sound disappointed, Munch.” Liv took a sip of her drink.

He chuckled, “Hardly, I just think it wasn’t worth all cloak and dagger.” He placed a hand on the side of each of their arms. “Mozeltov. Now what are we drinking?”

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