#casey novak x black!reader

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Case Closed

Pairing: Casey Novak x Female Reader

Summary: Following an unfavourable verdict, Casey struggles to let the case go until you intervene.

Genre: Smut, (strap-ons, choking, spanking, light degradation, praise), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 2.5k.

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A seventy-one percent conviction rate was never to be taken lightly, a statistic that filled Casey with incomparable pride and only fuelled her passion to see justice through to the end. As unyielding and motivated as the woman was, there was always a slight chance of failure, an odd occasion where a case could be rendered shambolic before a jury. This was one of those rare occurrences.

Casey had taken the shortcoming personally as expected, unable to pry herself away from the case entirely. You could practically hear her mind whirring, more so when she had taken the decision to seclude herself in the study of your shared home. The light from the desk lamp peered out into the hallway, its understated rays peeking into your bedroom as you awaited her eventual arrival to no avail. Instead, the sound of shuffling papers filled the silence, fervent as if she was starting from scratch, something that you could not allow for the sake of her sanity.

Huffing, you followed the light, soft footfalls denying Casey of pre-empting your approach, not that she would have in her state of unshakable focus. Her teeth plucked nervously at her lips, irritable sighs passing through the chasm that she had allowed.

“Trial’s over,” you spoke, flatly, your exasperation bubbling just below the surface. “You need to let it go.”

Casey remained stoic, unfazed by your sudden approach, though when her eyes did flicker to meet yours, they sparked with an ardent contempt.

“That bastard walked, Y/N,” she growled, furiously. “You can’t seriously expect me to sit here and do nothing about it.”

Instinctively, your jaw tensed, the deja vu of having to repeat this exact conversation every few months suddenly registering. The same black mug rested atop the desk, coffee teetering on the brim, the mahogany below wholly hidden beneath pages upon pages of documents, images. Indignantly, you made a pass for the mug, hoping that denying her lifeblood would bring Casey back to reality, allow for exhaustion to finally set in as it should.

“In fact,” you spoke, your lips pursed together, resolute in your decision. “That’s exactly what I expect you to do.”

Casey leapt upwards from her chair, hands slamming on top of the papers so abruptly that a few cascaded to the ground beneath.

“Y/N-”

“The case is closed,” you interjected, impatiently, rebutting any possibility of a protest though you were sure you would be met with countless more. “You did all that you could and that is enough.”

Tension thickened in the air, uncertain as to whether Casey was going to berate you or pin you down. In a petulant bid, you emptied the cup of coffee down your throat, wincing at its strength as the woman observed with a fleeting glint of amusement. Quickly, you gathered the papers between your fingers, dodging tactfully as Casey’s hands tried to repossess them, your expert avoidance only conjuring more persistence within her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Casey questioned, taking umbrage as she crossed her arms tightly atop her chest.

A wry chuckle fell from you, the documents securely stowed away in a lockable filing cabinet behind you.

“What does it look like?” You quipped, a little smirk forming in the corner of your lips and evoking a growing suspicion in the woman. “I’m clearing the desk so I can bend you over it, Miss Novak.”

Casey’s lip instantaneously found itself clamped between her teeth, though this time the act was entirely different in nature, erotic, laced in intrigue. Unfortunately, the moment of weakness was quickly bitten away once she had realised her error, an expression of apathy soon emerging to take its place.

“You seem confident,” Casey half-questioned, as though attempting to sow a seed of doubt within you, her efforts failing miserably.

A hum of knowingness reverberated as you dared to make an approach, your body soon to press against hers, no semblance of rejection in the air.

“I could make a very convincing case,” you riled, brimming with victory as Casey flexed her jaw from the exacerbation you had incited. “But I won’t need to do that, will I?”

And there it was, the look. Casey had been made, lust dripping from her gaze despite her avid ploys to will it away. In her state of flitting defencelessness, you forced her stomach flat against the wood, a firm grasp exerted around the back of her neck, cinching with brute force.

“Fuck you,” she grunted, aggressively, though no attempts at an escape were made as predicted.

“Watch your mouth,” you advised, lowly, fingers dipping below her waistline to shimmy down the black trousers that she donned. “That’s fighting talk for someone who hasn’t put up a shred of resistance.”

Casey opened her mouth to speak, though subsequently decided to self-sabotage her attempt at a reply. The woman could not argue with the truth, in fact, she had made a career out of seeking it out.

“Wise choice,” you acknowledged, smartly, a light huff exuding Casey in reaction to your remark. “Now, let’s see what you’ve been hiding, hm?”

Soft, black material pooled around obsidian heels, forsaken as you sought further territory, your hand snug against her underwear from behind. A smirk soon blossomed upon realising the moisture that painted your palm, Casey’s cheeks glowing pink in embarrassment.

“Predictable,” you commented, smugly, only for Casey to swivel harshly in your grasp, thwarted by your quick reactions.

“How about now?” She scoffed, arms wrangling to push herself upwards to no avail, your grasp unyielding, firm.

Dodging the question, you drew ghosting circles over her underwear-clad clit with delicate fingertips, hoping to obscure her need to defy you. Of course, Casey melted into a puddle below your touch, consumed by the newfound need to be sated, the urge that she had been ignoring for weeks now. Her sensitivity had heightened tenfold in the absence of intimacy, her legs quaking as you continued your ministrations, ensuring to execute every manoeuvre at a painstaking pace. Nothing was more satisfying than watching her suffer, observing as her stoic exterior weakened until it underwent a total collapse.

“See?” You whispered, seductively. “Look how easy it is when you submit to me like a good girl.”

The blonde whined, slowly acquiescing to the reality that you were right, that good behaviour would lead her to exactly what she wanted. Unfortunately, you weren’t as agreeable as she had initially presumed you to be.

“Take them off,” Casey groaned, frustratedly, her hips jogging against your hand to gain further friction. “Do it.”

“You’re in no position to tell me what to do, princess,” you reminded, halting all movement as you clawed your fingernails against the backs of her thighs. “If you want anything from me, you’d better be quiet.”

A stifled gasp freed itself from Casey, flinching lightly from the sudden influx of pain that occurred to her. Her teeth peered from behind her lips in a reactive wince, soon to be replaced by a masochistic beam, carnal, ablaze. Hazel eyes peered into the depths of you, sure that she had been aptly subdued until a mischievous glint flecked across her irises.

“Make me,” Casey gnarled, an audible gulp following suit in realisation of the challenge she had just created, regret visibly infiltrating.

A scoff was the only response that you could muster, your disapproval conveyed in the way your hands roughly gripped her in place.

“Look around,” you snarled, domineeringly. “This isn’t the office,” you observed, Casey shivering in sheer anticipation. “You have no jurisdiction... no power.”

Harshly, your palm smacked across her ass, a scarlet tinge soon beginning its materialisation as the woman mewled in half-shock.

“Who’s in charge?” You questioned, repeating the act with vigour, her skin all but reddened and only darkening. “Answer me.”

Casey faltered, her words fizzling into incoherency as her skin burned ablaze. Noting her noncompliance, your fingers resurfaced to trail against her underwear, this time slipping below the obstructing material to greet the skin there. The direct contact had Casey gasping for air, her forehead scrunched in pleasure as she bucked mindlessly against the newfound pressure. Of course, the pacification was short-lived, enlisted as a means of probing the woman for a response, an admission of your dominion over her.

“You... you are,” she conceded, breathlessly, head twisting over her shoulder to maintain eye contact. “Please, Y/N.”

“Oh, baby,” you crooned, patronisingly as you swivelled the woman around to face you, her shirt bunched up from her prior position of incapacitation. “I know you can do better than that, hm?”

The blonde groaned as she felt you close the distance, your chest fused to hers as you attacked her neck with your lips, feral in your exploration of her. Heated kisses set her skin alight, the burn lingering in the wake of their absence as you traversed to suck marks into her collarbone.

“Oh no,” you gasped, feigning remorse. “That’s going to leave a mark.”

Casey attempted to readjust, her resistance mastered the second your lips found her favourite spot, weakened instantly.

“Baby,” she drawled, her warning tone failing to register due to the pleasured moans that obscured it. “People will notice.”

Laughter rumbled in your throat, your digits disappearing between the two of you to probe softly at Casey’s pussy.

“Mhm, you’re right,” you considered, wasting no time in impaling the blonde with two fingers, Casey jolting as she felt the intrusion. “They’ll notice what a desperate little slut you were for me.”

Casey’s whining only intensified, the gentle pace that you had opted for keeping her from any form of ascension. Deviously, she rocked her hips in the hopes of establishing her own rhythm, though this was denied the moment that the idea appeared to be born from her.

“What are you waiting for?” She flared, her mouth pried agape from the way groans passed through on a continuum, blinded by the sensation that you had induced. “Please, fuck me. I need it.”

Smirking, you retracted from her, your hands making quick work of your trousers as you observed Casey’s gaze suddenly become engrossed. The strap on that you had been shrouding suddenly sprung free, void of its confinements as saliva gathered in the corners of the blonde’s mouth, wholly mesmerised. Instinctively, Casey’s arms encircled around your neck as she drew you against her, presenting her pussy to align with the appendage. The desperation that lurked within her eyes was too much to bear as you subsequently melted below her submissive state, fingers cinching at her skin for leverage.

“Are you going to be a good girl and take it?” You whispered, your words muffled lightly against her tousled tresses, soft against your lips, though the moan that fell from her indicated her acknowledgement.

Casey nodded vehemently, the question proving to be a no-brainer given her condition and dwindling patience. She sank herself down on you slowly, your hips jutting forwards to bottom out inside of her, a hiss of pain-pleasure emanating in response.

“Give it to me,” Casey encouraged, her head thrown back in ecstasy as you began to slam into her, the pace merciless to say the least. “Ugh, fuck.”

Sharp nails buried themselves into the skin of your shoulders, the stinging pain only fuelling your need to satisfy her. Casey’s features were scrunched inwards, her blissful expression causing you to become transfixed, hyper-focused upon how gorgeous she was. Your fingers toyed expertly with her clit, free hand secured around her back to will her harder against the appendage.

“Does it feel good, baby?” You grunted, breathily, eyes intent on the woman before you. “You look so fucking pretty like this.”

In her state of complete thoughtlessness, Casey failed to answer the question, short breaths passing in and out of her swollen lips. Abruptly, you removed the hand that was holding her steady, her body flailing to land flat against the wood, her back pressed rigidly atop the cool mahogany. Her eyes sprung open, widening when your fist enclosed around her slender throat, squeezing just enough to watch her eyes roll backwards in euphoria.

“So pathetic,” you barked, though the sparkle in your eye only nullified the words you had just spoken. “Look at you, all fucked out like a dirty whore.”

Casey let out a guttural moan, her husky voice growing raspier by the minute as you pummelled her with feral speed. The woman could barely gather her breath, oxygen stolen the second you pounded into her once more, chest heaving methodically. Your fingers fiddled with the buttons of her shirt, the repeated movement of your thrusting denying your ability to undo them as you resorted to tearing the material roughly. Casey’s breasts bounced with the force of your exertions, confined within her bra before you grabbed them free of it, massaging zealously.

“Baby, fuck,” Casey groaned, her gaze panic-stricken in the moment. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

Swiftly, you detached from her, repositioning her to bend over the desk like you had initially planned. Casey wasted no time in getting into position, pre-emptively crossing her wrists over the small of her back and awaiting your deathly grip upon them. Impatiently, you drove into her with vigour, no heed paid to the way the desk shook avidly beneath the weight of your actions. Casey cried out, loud pants filling the room, your hand occasionally delivering a shattering slap to her ass to aide her looming orgasm. The blonde’s heels quaked unsteadily beneath her, wavering before she managed to bring herself under control.

“Cum for me,” you insisted, keenly. “I want to hear it.”

Casey’s body shook violently, her thighs sent into spasm as her cheek pressed harshly to the wood of the desk. Her eyes were squeezed together, teeth marks adorning the delicate flesh of her lips as she whined helplessly.

“Y/N,” she rasped, faintly, her body fatigued from the strenuosity it had been subjected to.

Her hips jolted sporadically, the strap on still lodged deep inside of her as she gyrated a few times to squeeze out the last remnants of pleasure. Your hand grappled with the nape of her neck and dragged her upwards, her back tight against your chest as you grazed your lips across the purpling bruises you had made earlier.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Casey admitted, her voice no greater than a whisper as she basked in the aftermath.

You smiled into her shoulder, arms holding her protectively as she grew lax in your embrace.

“I know,” you spoke, cockily, a playful bite falling to her shoulder as she yelped. “Now, about that case-”

Casey immediately withdrew from you with a pointed sigh, hands pressed to your chest, a knowing look passing over her.

“You were right,” she acquiesced, albeit bitterly. “I need to learn how to let it go.”

You shook your head, a frown consuming your features as you observed Casey spiral into confusion.

“No, not this time,” you rebutted, a smile peeking from behind your lips, a surge of motivation filling you. “We’re going to nail that bastard and I’m going to help you.”

Reinvigorated with fresh excitement, Casey grinned.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" She asked, a delicate kiss planted upon your mouth, thumbs brushing affectionately across the warm skin of your cheeks.

You paused in faux contemplation, the act earning a sarcastic scoff from the latter.

"No," you lied, a chuckle exuding. "But I think I have a pretty good idea."

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Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Graphic sex, oral, fingering, language, homophobia, homophobic slurs. Word count: 2,443 "Onions and relish!?" you observed, watching Casey scoop condiments onto a ballpark hot dog. Your face screwed up. "Gross."

"I've got highbrow taste," Casey retorted, glancing at yours. "And you shouldn't talk. Ketchup and mustard? Are you five?"

"It's a classic," you argued, both pushing your way through the crowded line of Yankees fans waiting for their own ballpark snacks.

You returned to your seats, up in the nosebleeds along with a scattering of other die-hard baseball fans, the humming of a summertime crowd and the buzzing of the lights wrapping around you like a blanket. You heard the crack of a bat, and both you and Casey froze, watching the field.

"Yes!" you yelled, pumping your fist in the air as your team–the Cardinals–drove in another run. "Fuckin' Redbirds!"

Normally, you'd be a lot more self-conscious about drawing attention to yourself in a crowd like this–almost exclusively Yankees fans, including your girlfriend. When the Yankees weren't playing the Cardinals, you wore some of Casey's Yankees gear and cheered them on with her. But the Cardinals? They'd been your family's team for generations. You'd grown up on Pujols and Molina and Wainwright, and you were nothing if not loyal. But in this crowd, you stood out amongst the black-and-white like a red thumb. Casey had looked embarrassed, and you'd worried for a moment that she really was bothered by your vocal support of the away team.

"Am I embarrassing you?" you'd asked.

"Yes."

"In a bad way?"

Casey looked at you and smiled at your serious expression. "No, honey. Like, embarrassing but it's endearing. Does that make sense?"

You thought about it for a moment. "I think so. You would tell me if I was bad embarrassing?"

"I would," she confirmed, patting your hand.

It was one of your favorite things about Casey that she was so patient when you misread or didn't understand social cues. She never made fun of you. She always explained, and she always reassured you when you were afraid you'd done something wrong.

But this time it was definitely Casey who had done something wrong. You watched her shove a bite of hot dog into her mouth, beautifully messy, as always when she wasn't at work.

"Your whole mouth is gonna taste like pickles for the rest of the night," you muttered, taking a bite of your own hot dog.

She looked at you, smirking. "And why are you so concerned about my mouth, huh?"

You blushed. "No reason..."

"Mmhm." She took another bite, smug, then grasped your chin, pulling you to her for a kiss. Her lips were salty with sweat, and she smelled like the ballpark dust and the leather of her glove. She was intoxicating, but then you always felt lightheaded when Casey kissed you. Something about the stadium lights and the summer heat just made you that much more dazed.

"That's fuckin' hot," you heard someone say behind you. You shrank and glanced back, Casey's hand squeezing yours protectively. Two men, unshaven, with beers to go with their beer bellies, leered at you from the row behind.

"Nobody asked you, asshole," Casey shot back, flipping him off. You avoided eye contact with them, trying to make yourself smaller. Having grown up in the south, you'd been in enough unsafe situations because of your sexuality that your go-to defense was to ignore and hide. Casey's was not. She was tall and strong, and she'd grown up with absolute confidence in who and what she was.

Your nostrils flared in disgust as one of the men licked his lips, raking his eyes up and down Casey's body.

"What's a hot piece like you doing with a dyke? You oughta let a real man take you for a spin."

Casey stood and pushed him–hard. The man reeled, sloshing his beer all over his front. "You better shut your fucking mouth or I'll shut it for you," she growled.

The man's arm shot out, grabbing Casey by the back of her head. He dug his fingers into her hair to pull her closer. "That's okay, honey," he said. "I like 'em feisty."

Any fear you had dissipated into white hot anger as you watched, as if in slow motion. You, however, were not stuck in slow motion. Without thinking, you lunged forward, grabbed the man's wrist, and wrenched it back until he squealed. You shoved Casey behind you.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" you spat, puffing yourself up as you stood between him and your girlfriend. Which, considering your diminutive height, probably didn't do a whole lot to deter him.

Your teeth clenched and your whole body buzzed with rage. It took a lot to make you angry, but you were spitting angry now. All you knew was that no one–no one–was going touch Casey on your watch.

The man laughed, knocking your cap off your head with a swipe of his finger. "And what are you gonna do about it, Tiny Tim? Or should I say Tiny Tina?"

Without warning and, for once, without considering the consequences, you slammed your first into his groin as hard as you could which, considering you played softball, was pretty damn hard. It was a perk of your height that you were at the optimal angle to punch someone in the dick.

The man doubled over, coughing, and spilled the rest of his beer. "Fuckin' dykes," he muttered. He motioned to his friend, cupping his balls, and they sidled off. Probably looking for another section to harass women in.

You let out a shaky breath and turned to face Casey, your heart beating rapidly as the adrenaline faded and the nerves returned.

"Are you okay?" you asked, frantically looking her over, placing a gentle hand at the back of her head where the man had grabbed her.

You hardly noticed Casey watching you, biting her lip. You were too concerned with making sure she was safe and unharmed. As you rambled, checking her hands and neck and hair and face for any signs of hurt, Casey stared.

Finally, she interrupted you. "Y/N."

You stopped and made yourself meet her eyes.

"I think we should go." She looked at you pointedly.

You face fell. "Oh, love. I'm so sorry. We can go home if it'll make you feel better."

"No, that's not why."

A look of confusion crossed your face.

"We should go home because we have things to do."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "I don't understand what you're saying, Casey."

She stepped closer, placing your hat back on your head and her arms on your shoulders. Her expression was self-satisfied as she leaned in, so close you could feel her breath, and whispered into your ear.

"Y/N," she breathed. "I need to do things. To you. Now."

"Oh," you said, the realization hitting you. "Oh my god. Okay."

You started gathering your things, then stopped and glanced at her. "From this? Really?"

"Y/N," she said, cheeks already flushed. "Don't make me wait. I'm gonna have a hard enough time making it home."

You tried to hide the mixture of shock and excitement on your face as you left the stadium, walking by the now abandoned concession stands and into the quiet parking lot.

"What's the alternative?" you asked her as you climbed into the driver's seat.

"What?"

"To making it home. You said you were gonna have a hard time making it home. But, like, where else would we–"

You were cut off by Casey's lips on yours, her breath hot and desperate as she grabbed your collar. She slid her tongue into your mouth, her teeth clacking against yours as she surged toward you, pushing for more.

When you separated, you both breathed heavily. Casey's face was flushed with lust. "If it were up to me," she said, leaning back in the seat. "I would've fucked you in the ballpark bathroom. I'd take you right here in the car. But I know that's not your style, so for the love of god..." Her eyes bored into you. "Drive."

Usually a slow driver, you made it back to Casey's apartment in record time. And, true to her word, Casey did have a hard time making it to the apartment, stopping at every chance she got–stoplights, outside the car door, in the elevator, the hallway–to kiss your neck, your mouth, undoing buttons of your Cardinals jersey as you went. Her hands slipped inside your shirt whenever you stopped for so much as a second.

When she finally got you into her bedroom, she was ravenous, tugging your clothes off and tossing them to the side with a singular focus. Her eyes were glazed and her face red as she struggled with your bra clasps.

"Fucking hell," she muttered, her fingers fumbling.

"Jesus, Casey," you said, reaching back to do them for her. "Calm down."

She groaned, letting her eyes rove over your now nude body, pushing you gently but forcefully on your back. She pecked you on the lips, then took your bottom lip between her teeth. You gasped, filled with both pain and pleasure. When she let you go, she was grinning.

"I'm gonna make you feel so..." She kissed your neck. "Fucking." Your collarbone. "Good." She lowered herself over you and pressed her mouth into yours, breathing you in, letting her tongue roam freely.

You moaned, arching your back. "Don't hold back on me now," she growled, leaving bite marks down your neck and across your chest. Usually quiet, you gave yourself permission to make some noise. After all, it drove Casey crazy.

"Fuck, Casey," you whined as she swirled her tongue across your nipples, first one and then the other, her hands pressing just above your hips. You writhed into her, squirming for more, your center already sopping wet.

"Tell me what you want," Casey said, trailing her tongue from your chest down to your stomach.

You struggled against her hands, pressing you into the bed. "Come on," you complained, nearly begging.

"Tell me," Casey said again, more forcefully, her fingers grazing over your clit.

You saw stars. "Fuck me."

Casey chuckled, her low voice vibrating against your already swollen clit. "That's my girl."

You gasped as she sucked your clit between her lips, swishing her tongue back and forth, back and forth. Her arms pinned your thighs in place, holding your writhing body tight. You heaved and moaned as you pushed Casey's head into your center. Her hair was soft and damp with sweat under your fingers, and you felt desperate for her as you chased your high.

She waited until you were nearly bursting, your breath hitching and your back arched against her, then pulled quickly away, wiping her mouth.

You gasped frantically. "What the fuck, Casey!?"

"Shh," she commanded, crawling back up your body and grabbing your chin. She straddled your hips, her own soaked center resting over yours.

"Casey, please," you begged, your eyes fluttering shut, the need of her flooding you.

"Don't close your eyes, honey. Look at me."

You huffed but opened your eyes, staring defiantly into hers, green and hungry and lustful.

She held your face still with one hand, then crept back down your body with the other. You let out a moan, squirming.

"Now arch your back for me," she said, the heel of her palm pressing hard into your clit.

Your body nearly exploded with the sensation, and you thrust into her with everything you had. You grabbed at Casey, pulling her into you, elated to know that she was using you, too, unable to put off her own pleasure any longer.

Your breath came faster and faster, your body jerking into Casey as Casey thrust toward you. You watched each other, both on the brink of losing control. Casey moaned, shutting her eyes briefly before squeezing your chin and staring at you.

"Now," she said.

And that one word was all it took. Your body shook against Casey's, your hips riding into her again and again, desperate for the friction as you moaned. She did the same, her nails digging into the skin at the top of your throat as she rode out her own orgasm. It felt like the two of you were hurtling across space, starbursts and supernovas and whole galaxies flashing inside you as you held onto one another. You quivered against her as the fireworks dissipated, spent and sweaty and heaving.

Casey grinned and planted kisses across your collarbone, counting. "One. Two. Three..."

You laughed and groaned. "Casey," you protested.

She'd discovered early on that, if she timed it right, she could make you come indefinitely. The only thing that stopped her was you getting overstimulated.

"Twenty-two," she finished and, once again, pressed the heel of her hand into your clit, harder and harder until she had you ready again, your hands grasping the bedsheets.

Your orgasm washed over you again, like a wave this time, pouring over you from head to toe.

Casey started in again, this time with her lips at the back of your knees. "One. Two..."

By the fifth round, you were nearly delirious, and Casey was salivating.

"Casey," you groaned, your body still pressing into her hand, almost against your will. "It's too much."

"Come on, sweetheart," she said, kissing you roughly. "Give me one more."

She continued grinding her hand into you, meshing her lips with yours, her tongue roving. Your breath caught and you moaned into her mouth, your orgasm taking you over one final, quaking time.

Casey cradled your head in the crook of her arm as you continued to shake, finally letting you relax.

"Thank you," she whispered, peppering your face with kisses.

You scrunched your nose. "For what? Letting you beat your record?"

"Well, that, too." She chuckled, deep and throaty, then brushed your sweaty bangs out of your face. "For protecting me. From that asshole."

You turned to her and tucked her hair behind her ear, running your thumb across her eyebrow.

"I would die before I let someone hurt you." Your voice was so quiet that, had anyone else been in the room, even they wouldn't have been able to hear. But you did. And Casey did.

She looked at you for a moment, then leaned down and kissed your forehead, hard and purposeful.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too."

You lost yourself in her arms for a bit as she ran a hand absentmindedly through your hair.

"We should go to more baseball games," Casey mused after a while.

You laughed. "Only if there's no relish involved."

"Deal."

[mollycabot]

Casey Novak X Sister Reader Nice to meet you

A/N Casey decided to visit her sister and introduce her to her girlfriend Alex.Using One of my Oc’s same

It was other long day for Casey and Alex and they both were looking forward to leave work.

“Hey love you ready?” Casey said walking Into Alex’s office. “Yes just tidying up” Alex responded. Once they there both done they locked up their offices and made their way out of the court house.

On their way back they decided to stop at Casey’s sister’s house as they had planned to meet up so Casey could get Alex and molly to meet each other.

Once outside Molly’s apartment Casey knocked on the door. “CASEY” and young girl said and pulled Casey into a hug.

“Please come in I made coffee and biscuits” Molly said as Alex and Casey walked In and remove their coats and place the briefcase tidily in the hall and took a seat in the living.

Alex looked around the living room and said “this is lovely”. “Yes this is my sister molly she loves art and books she spends most of her time painting, reading or watching tv” Casey said as molly came in with a tray of drinks and took a seat in her arm chair.

“So molly how you been?” Casey said. “Good thanks sis I’ve just finished a book which was really good and then I’ve just been painting and getting ready to sell them” molly said.

“Who is this lady?” Molly asked tilting her head to the side causing Casey to laugh this is “my girlfriend Alex , Alex this is my sister molly”.

“Hi Alex nice to meet you” molly said as Alex went to shake her hand molly tense and gave a small wave.

“Sorry Alex I forgot to mention molly has autism and gets unsure of new people” Casey explained and Alex nodded and waved back.

“So molly you know Casey told me a lot about you it’s nice to finally meet you” Alex said and molly smiled.

Casey and Alex sat there with their coffees and were confused when molly got up without saying anything.

After a little while molly came back holding a small black cat and Alex’s heart melted at the cute fluff ball in the younger girls arms “this is my cat midnight” molly said placing the cat in Alex’s lap and Alex happily pet the cat.

“He’s my favourite furry friend and he’s always there”molly explained and alex nodded. “Oh Casey I almost forgot here” molly said taking out a box this is for yours and Alex’s apartment.” As molly pulled out a painting.

“Oh gosh molly that’s so beautiful” Alex said as Casey agreed. “Glad you like it, it’s my way of saying I support you two and glad Casey finally found someone” molly said and Casey eyed rolled.

“Hey mols” Casey spoke and molly look up “me and Alex where having a clear out and we got you some books” molly smiled and went through the box.

“Thank you so much Alex and Casey I love them she said placing them on her already full bookshelf.

“I think next time we visit we shall have to get you a bigger bookshelf” Casey laughed “but I like this one” molly protested.

After Casey and Molly’s parents passed Casey decided to step up and help her sister out and make sure she was ok almost every day when she started dating Alex she was worried how molly would have reacted and was glad it went ok.

“Well would you look at the time, we should get going case” Alex said and Casey agreed.

Molly pulled herself away from the books for a while as she showed her sister and Alex out and thanked them for coming.

“Now you behave and look after yourself sis and I’ll stop by tomorrow to help with the food shopping and that new bookshelf” Casey laughed as her sister complained.

Alex smiled at her girlfriend and her sister and once molly closed the door Alex turned and said “she such a lovely girl” Alex said and Casey agreed “she truly a gift and I would never change her, glad today went really well for the both of us and my sister.” Casey said as they head to the car.

A/N I’m back from taking a break and I’m currently working on finishing some drafts as they are beginning to build up lol thank you all for the support still while I’ve been away much love and got more fanfics coming soon. ☺️

[chestnutninny]

Don't Leave Me

Chester Lake x Reader (Angst/Fluff)

Warnings- character death, mentions of guns/ gunshots, mentions of blood

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The sirens bellowed through he midnight air, The six police officer aiming their guns towards Chester Lake, a detective at the Manhattan Special Victims Unit. Your SVU pulled up to the scene, the tires screeching on the water-sodden concrete. You gasped as the scene unravelled in front of you, seeing all the gun that were aimed at your boyfriend's chest.

Chester and you had only been together for a couple of months, but you had started to grow very found of each other, craving each other and wanting to spend every second of every day together. But the fear that coursed through you at the thought of not having Chester by you side crushed your heart, hot tears flowing down your face. Chester stood behind a knelt ex-officer, his own gun resting on the back of his trembling head.

The shouts and pleas of the officers were muffled by a single gunshot, followed by the second. You watched in slow motion as Chester fell backwards, the other officer hunching forward and leaning into a pool of his own blood. You ran over to Chester as his body hit the floor, a clean gunshot through his chest, home to all of his love for you.

You leaned over his heaving body, his breath rattling shakily as he looked up at you.

"Hey." You breathed out, a small smile taking its place on your face.

"Hi." He managed.

You knew that there was no saving him now, so you just made the most of your final moments together. You looked back at the car bundled together at the side of the park, all of the detectives and officers watching you both carefully.

"Y/N..." He whispered, pulling your attention back to him.

"Chester." You whispered back to him.

"I...never got to tell you this but...I love you, so much."

"I love you too, baby."

You leaned down towards his face, your lips landing on his own, his lips a stark contrast to the night around you. You held the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away to talk to him some more. As you pulled away though, you didn't feel his breath fanning against your cheek like usual and sadness flew through you.

"No...NO!" You chanted over him, your tears falling down your face, and dampening his own porcelain skin.

You felt two arms pull you from the floor and guide your limp body back to the vehicle as two paramedics zipped his body into a black body bag. You looked up to the mysterious figure and saw the blurry outline of Casey Novak, the current ADA at the SVU and a close friend of Chester's. You buried your head into the crook of her neck, your tears running down her pale skin, and her hands soothing you by running circles on your back.

Then you heard the sirens of the police cars retreating into the night.

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[minefield-of-a-ninja]

All fics are 18+ ONLY unless otherwise noted

SERIES

*at least three parts or chapters

28 Days - AU Dean Winchester x several AU SPN characters

Summary: Dean Winchester is an addict and an alcoholic, a USMC veteran, a father, and an older brother. As Battalion Chief with Lawrence Fire & Medical, Dean comes under investigation when he makes a dangerous and impulsive decision, defying his superiors and abandoning the team he is supposed to lead. He is given the choice to go to rehab for 28 days, or jail. His lawyer insists on rehab, and Dean begrudgingly abides.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Emma Winchester, Jack Kline, Victor Henriksen, Jo Harvelle, Gordon Walker, Bille, Crowley, Rowena, Missouri, Meg, Pamela, Gabriel, Lydia, Casey, Jamie, Carmen, Tessa 

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, emergency action, fire, drug use, thoughts of death and dying, teen endangerment, references to underage drug addiction and prostitution, partially told through flashbacks 

Words: 33K

Author’s notes: Inspired by the film 28 Days and following canon themes from SPN, this is a fic about Dean, a firefighter who goes to rehab, not about Dean as a firefighter.

And Then There Were Three - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Natalie and Dean are in a “not serious” relationship until one night, she and Sam take a step that will change things forever.

Warnings/tags: 18+ONLY, rough sex, squirting, anal sex, butt plug, bondage, dirty talk, orgasm control, double penetration, polyamory, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 13,500

Black Tie Optional: sequel to Plus One - Dean Winchester x Vanessa (OFC)

Summary: The last time we saw Vanessa, she was swooning over Dean’s lasting impression. Now, we fast-forward a year to see what she’s up to.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Vanessa Martinelli, (eventual) Sam Winchester x OFC Emma Olsen

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HBO RomCom bullshit

Words: 17K

Combat Baby - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: canon divergent - Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: 3,073 WORK IN PROGRESS

God Only Knows - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: One weekend, years ago, lives rent-free in both of their minds. Three-part mini-series.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, pining, clothed sex, couch sex, hungover sex, fluff, roomies to lovers, idiots in love

Words: 5,500

If We Make It Through December - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Summary: Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Donna Hanscum, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner, Alex Jones

Warnings/tags: there was no rebar, 18+ ONLY, fluff, light angst, domesticity, holiday celebrations

Words: 12K

The Kinda Girl You Like - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: After Sam reveals to Sofie his sub that he likes to watch, she decides that they should act on it. Then he tells her what exactly it is that he likes to watch…

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sub-sharing, bondage, rimming, the jockey is my favorite sex position, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 6,500

Leaving Heaven - Dean Winchester x Taziana Smith (OFC)

Summary: Tazi is a bounty hunter of mostly human things. She isn’t firmly seated in the supernatural world, but she’s familiar enough that she’s recruited by an old friend of John Winchester’s to capture and deliver a brief acquaintance of her own.

Characters: MOC/Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Lee Webb, original characters

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, brief dub-con, mentions of the foster system, references to past rape, commiserating over childhood trauma, threats of sexual violence

Words: 16,500 WORK IN PROGRESS

The Mud On Your Boots - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum 

Summary: Dean and Donna finally give in.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex

Words: 8k (permanent hiatus)

Plus One - Dean Winchester x Vanessa (OFC)

Summary: Vanessa hates weddings until she meets a handsome stranger who agrees to help her mix things up for the night.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, fingery things, squirting, and Dean has no refractory period bc this is fic

Words: 9,600

Pretty Reckless - MOC Dean Winchester x pre-slayer Faith Lehane

Summary: AU where s10 Dean stumbles upon another hunter so much like himself. When their connection grows inexplicably stronger, they find an answer they never thought existed.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Cain

Warnings/tags: 19+, rough sex, prostate massage, magical bond

Words: 15K

Run Me Like A River - AU Dean Winchester x AU Jessica Jones

Summary: AU wherein Jessica Jones is super-powered by gov’t experiments to create elite soldiers, the Winchesters are military officers in humanity’s War Against Evil, and they have all gone AWOL from their assigned roles. Dean and Jess embark on a relationship that ends abruptly and explosively until Dean calls her for help on a very personal case.

Characters: Jessica Jones, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Malcolm is Jess’s cat 

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, major character death, unhealthy relationship dynamics, bondage, rough sex, anal sex, ptsd

Words: 14K

Seasons - Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Summary: She is his safe haven, untouched by anything else or anyone. 

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, canon divergent - no Cassie or Lisa, non-linear storytelling, four seasons, angst, hurt/comfort, references non-con unprotected sex, loss of a pregnancy

Words: 12K

Temporary Scars - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum x Benny Lafitte

Warnings/tags: 18+, Angst, Donna has intimacy issues, Dean’s the sweetest, self-sabotage, sort of established relationship, Benny’s swoony as fuck, Dean’s in love, polyamory, pregnancy kink

Words: 4,500 (permanent hiatus)

Unopened At Your Feet - AU Sam Winchester x female narrator, AU Dean Winchester x female narrator

Summary: This is the story of how I broke my own heart.

Characters: Female Narrator, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Becky Rosen, Meg Masters, Benny Lafitte

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, weed-smoking, canon-compliant date-rape/roofie (Becky), love triangle

Words: 12,470 WORK IN PROGRESS

Where Is My Shiny Gun? -  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood, W*ncest adjacent

Word Count: 7,800

ONE-SHOTS

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2K

Bad Girls Underneath -  Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse again; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ ONLY, dreamlike sex, a little choking, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3,200

Caveat Emptor - Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: Gabriela Cruz invests in a Victorian mansion in the middle of America where the rule of Buyer Beware is absolute. When her twin sister goes missing, a couple of federal agents show up. Lucky for Gabi, Dean and Sam Winchester are on the case.

Characters: Gabriela Cruz, Camila Cruz, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ed Zeddmore, Harry Spangler

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, language, mentions death of family members, cursed object, mentions of blood + gore, sarcasm, twin dynamics, explicit sex

Words: 4,600

Crazy On You – Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: You’ve had a shitty day, but this beautiful, unfamiliar boy will make it all better.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Impala Sex, there’s a knife but not in a bloody way

Words: 4K

Crossroads and Bound - Dean Winchester x female demon reader

Summary: He agreed to this.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, femdom, Dean’s tied to a chair, wearing a cock ring, face sitting, things might get a little rough, but it’s all in good fun, squirting

Words: 2,250

The Curve Of Your Pretty Gown - Dean Winchester x female reader

Request: Hey hon! Ok, so it’s my birthday today, so maybe a story about Dean surprising me/ the reader by turning up unannounced to wish me/the reader a ‘happy birthday’ and there’s lots of smut ❤️

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, a little angst

Words: 2,200

Deep - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean shows you more about pleasure than ‘deep’.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Dean being perfect, sensual massage, Dean being the best lay ever, biting, Dean being a fairytale prince, the jockey is my favorite sexual position, try it, it’s amazing, talking during sex, gratuitous use of terms of endearment bc it’s Dean

Words: 3K

Discord and Rhyme - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Summary: He’s on the prowl.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough anal sex, crying during sex, blood during sex, there’s a lot of purple prose and excessive descriptions of taste and smell here, sexual coercion, dirty talk

Words: 1,750

Ennui - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x unnamed female character

Anonymous Prompt: “I really want demon dean stalking someone but I don’t know how to do that with consent? But guh just the thought of him.

Characters: Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Tags/warnings: 18+ only; this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester; stalking; exhibitionism; voyeurism; dirty talk; horny on aisle 3; fuck it, we ball

Words: 2,400

Equilibrium - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: They have balance.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, cock warming

Words: 1,400

Get Down, Make Love - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Steph decides to cut loose and push the envelope with her favorite fellow hunters.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hot tubbing, drunk sex (consensual), dirty talk, mfm spitroast, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 3,200

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body

Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death

Words: 2,200

Hide Your Love Away – Dean Winchester x female hunter reader

Summary: Mutual hunters seek comfort for a night and a lifetime of memories.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, ass play

Words: 3,600

His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute

Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death

Words: 2,300

Just My Imagination - Dean Winchester x female Zanna

Summary: After Mary leaves the boys a second time, Dean needs a reset, or to blow off some steam – something. He heads out on a snowy evening the night before Christmas and finds just the right thing.

Warnings/tags: mature, Hallmark channel fuckery

Words: 2,800

One Night Only (23 in 1) - Dean Winchester x Mila (original female character)

Summary: While on a job in the middle of America, Dean enjoys a rigorous night of mutual gratification with a local art student.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, ass play, shower sex, dirty talk

Words: 5,500

River - Dean Winchester x Ty (Original male character), Dean x Benny implied

Summary: It’s Dean’s first winter after sending Benny back to Purgatory.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, implied underage prostitution, semi-public sex

Words: 1,600

Rules Are Rules - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean hasn’t been himself lately. The Mark has seen to that.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hand around the throat, rough sex, squirting

Words: 2,400

Shattered Like A Stone - Demon Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: The Mark is demanding, and the demon in Dean can’t deny it any more than he can deny her; it just might get everything it wants tonight.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, bondage, multiple object insertion, suicidal ideation, darkfic, self-destruction, bloody sex, sadism and masochism, anal sex, Jameson as lube, spit as lube, face fucking, Daddy as title, misogynist language, choking, strangulation, assisted suicide

Words: 6,800

Some Stranger’s Hand - 2009 Dean Winchester x 2014 Risa (The End)

Summary: He lost everything.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, plush pink pillow lips for my Eloise

Words: 1,700

Spark, Flicker, Blaze - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Somewhere along the line, her life became something she didn’t like. On her 35th birthday, she makes a decision to change all of that.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, overly descriptive orgasms, Dean’s the best birthday present ever

Words: 2,200

Stuff & Thangs That Are Awesome… And Not Awesome - Dean Winchester x female character (1st person POV)

*TWD Crossover

Prompt(s): 1) Dean has been arrested twice for indecent exposure – once was in a grocery store. 2) Jensen or Dean x Reader, a small public place, he pins you to the wall, covers your mouth and fucks you. 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Rick Grimes eye-fucking, Shane Walsh having a pissing contest with a young, cocky Dean Winchester

Words: 1,300

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Triptych - Dean Winchester x bisexual female couple

Summary: Dean’s on a case and meets two beautiful women. One of them is recently divorced, and the new couple invites Dean to help them kick off their new life together.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex toy, Dean’s real good at sex

Words: 4,700

Wait Till My Brother Gets Home - Winchester brothers x female reader

Summary: She wants to lose control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ Only, rough sex, hair pulling, mfm spit roast, bruising and chafing during sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2,450

When We Fall Then We’ll Know Each Other - Dean Winchester x Benny Lafitte (voyeur Castiel)

Prompt: “There’s nothing wrong with women, but a woman can’t hold you down and fuck you like I can.” 

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, cum and spit as lube, anal sex, voyeurism

Words: 1,400

QUICK AND DIRTY

*1K words or less

Barbed Wire Carnival - Choose your own Winchester

Summary: Absence of feeling.

Warnings/tags: mature, angst, dark descriptions

Words: 300

Brimstone - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s exactly what she wants.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY surprise, bitch

Words: 450

Bring It On Home - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Let’s pretend Dean wouldn’t be terrified to welcome love into his life.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, comfort, fluff, handsy Dean

Words: 1K

Communion - Dean Winchester x female reader

prompt: Fluffy dean or Jensen smoking weed plz, ty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, marijuana use

Words: 1K

Crash Through The Surface - Dean Winchester x Jasen (original male character)

Summary: Dean remembers his First.

Warnings/tags: mature, bi-sexual Dean, references to prostitution

Words: 800

Custard Pie - Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Dean/OFC based on Led Zeppelin’s ‘Custard Pie.’

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY oral sex

Words: 800

Drag You To The Shore - Dean Winchester x GN reader

Prompt: Dean Winchester settled in between someone’s legs on the bed. Like his back to their chest, their legs wrapped around him, heels keeping his thighs open while they jerk him off, explicit but soft vibes.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY

Words: 800

Fall Away Into - Dean Winchester x Ruby 2.0 x female reader (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Prompt: “Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY drug-induced sex, OOC Dean, mff spit roast, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 530

Foxholes - Annie Hawkins x Bobby Singer/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Summary: Annie recalls time spent with each man and what their facial hair told her about them.

Warnings/tags: mature language and references to sexual activity

Words: 349

The Gazelle - AU Dean Winchester x AU Benny Lafitte x female reader

Summary: They aim to please.

Warnings/tags: mature, power exchange, Denny apparent

Words: 1K

The Good Slayer - Dean Winchester x Faith Lehane

Prompt: Dean and our girl Faith. (This is a sequel of sorts for Pretty Reckless.)

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, talking during sex

Words: 800

Hollow - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

prompt: Would anyone be willing to write something with Dean [or Jensen] x reader to the song Love on the Brain by Rihanna

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, rough sex, angst

Words: 1K

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings/tags: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1K

Just One More Peaceful Day - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: angsty Dean with the line “I can still remember just the way you taste” from the song “It’s been a while” by Staind

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, blood play, knife play, mentions of addiction

Words: 700

Laissez Les Bons Temp Rouler -  Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got a dirty mouth when he’s drunk. 

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, a dirty public bathroom during Mardi Gras

Words: 600

Lifting the Veil - Choose Your Own Winchester

Summary: You’ve been missing something of paramount importance - until now.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, infidelity, squirting

Words: 1K

Mind Blown - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Mind-blowing orgasms can sometimes be literal.

Warnings/tags: mature, transient global amnesia after sex, dirty talk

Words: 560

Nihilism - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Prompt: Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, name-calling, rough sex, nihilistic themes, Knight of Hell Dean, fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours, you’re female AFAB in this scenario

Words: 800

One For Tomorrow, One Just For Today - Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: before leaving on a hunt, Dean sings “Love Me Two Times” to his lady.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLT, Dean can actually sing, and he does it during sex

Words: 660

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills x Winchester brothers (kinda)

Prompt: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their way home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky shower head, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display.

Warnings/tags: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 1K

Recompense - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean is sorry for hurting the ones he loves.

Warnings/tags: mature, angst, Dean saying hurtful things then trying to make up for it

Words: 500

Scream - Dean Winchester x past-female reader

Summary: Dean tells us the real reason he loves “All Saint’s Day” as much as he does.

Warnings/tags: mature, references to coming untouched, getting turned on by scary movies

Words: 320

Soft Cell - Dean Winchester + teenage female

Prompt: Dean + reader dancing in the bunker

Warnings/tags: one F-bomb bc Dean

Words: 720

Through The White Night - AU Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: 18th Century matrimony isn’t as simple as it is today.

Warnings/tags: mentions of wall sex and finger-y things

Words: 560

Wish - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: You want it to be love – but it isn’t. You want him – but you can’t have him. 

Warnings/tags: mature, sepia-toned angst ™ @boondoctorwho

Words: 765

With Pleasured Hands - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got secrets she has yet to uncover

Warnings/tags: mature

Words: 500

[spexialvixtimxunit]

How I think Law & Order SVU characters would react to you eating too much candy in Halloween

Pairing: All SVU Characters x Black!Afab!Female!Reader

Warnings: Halloween fluff!

Length: Medium

Masterlist

*there are writing mistakes in my works, I don’t proofread!

A/N AT THE END OF IMAGINE !!

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||Olivia Benson||

Every time you would go into Olivia's home office you would steal some candy throughout the day when she's not looking or when she steps out of her office into the kitchen. Well, it eventually backfired on you and you ended up getting caught in the act in the middle of the night being passed out in a candy coma in her chair, wrappers all over her files and on the floor. Olivia sighed as she cleaned up the mess you made and hid the candy away from you.

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||Alex Cabot||

You would visit Alex in her office and she would have this bowl of candy on her desk. She soon noticed that every time you would visit her, more and more candy would go missing until the bowl was completely empty. She eventually caught you taking her favorite candy out of the bowl and she scolded you for being addicted to stealing her favorite sweets and that she would never buy you any more candy because last Halloween you tried to steal candy from her you ended up eating too much last year.

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||Casey Novak||

Casey would always give you candy around Halloween but she later regretted it when she found out that you would go to her secret stash in your shared closet. She would come home to go and treat herself to some candy from the long day that she had just to see that the stash was completely gone. She questioned you and you acted like a deer in headlights, but inevitably she admitted to stealing the candy after you confessed that you had to stop because your stomach hurt after all the times you would steal too much candy.

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||Amanda Rollins||

You would come home after trick or treating with the girls. It was late and you and Manda put the kids to sleep and told them that they could have candy after school. Foolishly, the little children believed their parents and went to bed. Laster that might after checking the candy, you both ate most of the candy while watching scary movies. The next day you eventually had to buy some more candy for them when they were at school.

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A/n : I now write for Chicago Fire! So with that being said, you can dm me if you have a request for SVU, CM, Chicago Fire! 🫶🏾

[getitwhenyougotit]

Pay It Forward

Casey Novak x Fem! Reader

It was a late morning for you. You had so many things to do, but none of them were getting done before you had your morning coffee.

You threw on a hoodie over your pajamas, grabbing your phone, keys, and wallet - shoving them in your hoodie pocket before slipping on some shoes, and making your way out of the door.

The day was a beautiful, albeit chilly, autumn day. Leaves of orange, red, and yellow covered the streets and patches of grass alike. You decided to walk to the coffee shop down the street from your apartment.

Once you arrived, you noticed that the line was oddly long for it to be 10 am on Wednesday, but you didn’t mind the wait. 

As your wait in line had hit the 4-minute mark, you briefly raised your head from your phone, adjusting your glasses to sit comfortably on the upper part of the bridge of your nose. The bell above the door signaling that someone else was entering the shop grabbed your attention. This had already happened three times since you had taken your place in line, but the most recent customer of the coffee shop caught your eye.

Entering the long line, there she stood. Statuesque and beautiful. Clad in dark green slacks, a black satin blouse with a few buttons left undone at the top, with black heels that complemented her long legs. She had red hair that cascaded beautifully down her back, the slightly curled ends sitting softly at her shoulders. She was breathtaking.

She took her place in line and stole a glance down at the silver watch that adorned her wrist.

You took a long swallow before reluctantly turning your eyes away from the woman. Finally, it was your turn to order.

“Hey, what can I get  for you today?” The cashier says.

“Hi, can I have an almond croissant, a plain bagel with cream cheese, a large cold brew - with caramel and cold foam, and an extra large dark roast - one and one, please?”

The cashier nods and writes on a little notepad as you rattle off your order to them.

“Of course, anything else?”  Just as you were about to answer no, you had a thought spring into your head.

“Yes, actually, I’d also like to cover the tab for the redhead in the black shirt behind me,” you say, handing the cashier your card.

“Alright, coming right up.” the cashier smiles as they scribble your name onto a clear cup.

You step out of the line, taking a seat in a chair near the counter waiting for your name to be called. You start going through your emails on your phone, knowing your large order was going to take a little while to be finished.

“Uhm, excuse me?” a husky voice says from right beside you. You hum and slowly look up from your phone. 

Fuck, it was the redhead from the line. 

“This seat taken?” She gestures toward the empty chair right in front of you, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

“No, not at all” you smile back, insisting on her sitting down. She was more than likely waiting for her order now, too.

“Thanks for covering my order,” she says as she sits down. You turn your phone screen off, giving her all your attention. “You’ll have to let me repay you one day,” she continues, her voice laced with amusement and genuine gratitude.

“Well, I wasn’t looking for payback, but I might just have to take you up on that offer. What's your name?” You said,, surprised by the random streak of confidence you’d been on today.

“Novak. Casey Novak.” She extends a hand out to you for a handshake, 

“Y/N” you say, accepting the handshake. “So, Casey Novak, why are you all dressed up on this fine Wednesday morning?” You ask.

“I have court today. I’m an assistant district attorney for the manhattan special victims unit,” she says. You knew she looked important, but you didn’t expect her to be an ADA.

“Wow,” you say, “Impressive,”

“Yeah, Go Sex Crimes, I guess” Casey makes herself laugh at this one. “What about you, what’s your special occasion?” She jokingly gestures to your navy blue hoodie and grey sweatpants. She notices the emblem of Yale University embroidered across the center of the hoodie and is admittedly even more intrigued with you.

“Oh, uhm,” You think for a second before you come up with the perfect answer. “Sleep.” It was your turn to laugh at your own joke as Casey joins in.

“Oh sleep, I wish I could. Today’s trial is going to be a long one” Just as you were about to inquire about the case, your name is called to retrieve your order. You reluctantly stand up to grab the bag with your pastries and the cardboard cup holder holding your drinks.

“Well, Casey, I’ll be seeing you around?”

“I hope so,” she smiles brightly. “Here,” she reached inside her briefcase, finding a business card to scribble her personal phone number on the back of it. 

“I’ll be waiting for your call. I need to know what tab I can cover for you,” she winks as you accept the card. You bid her goodbye one last time as you make your way out of the coffee shop, the biggest grin painted on your face.

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Censured Ch 1

Casey Novak x reader

Warnings: Language?

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Casey Novak had certainly never imagined herself going out to a place like this, but an old Harvard friend found out she was temporarily back in New York and insisted that she join her and her friends for a night out on the town. Casey had been throwing the girl practically every excuse to dodge her invites to get together for nearly a month now, and she had nothing left when it came to tonight. At least there was a sense of authenticity to the place, a duelling piano bar that she thought definitely had more club vibes to it. It also happened to be the place she met you. Standing at the end of the bar, microphone, I-pad and glass of cider in front of you, currently engrossed in your phone. You were in black high waisted dress shorts, practically backless green bodysuit tucked into them, your hair loose in beach-y waves around your shoulders, topped off with a pair of black ankle boots (that you’d definitely be swapping out for Toms later). Casey felt drawn to you immediately, there was just something that piqued her curiosity, making it more than easy to approach you.

“I was told to bring these to you?” She started, you looked up, closing your phone as you greeted the woman beside you, handful of request forms in her hand, along with a hefty amount of tips.

“Oh wow…” You replied as you thumbed through them, “Yeah…thank you.” You offered her a genuine smile as you called out to the bartender, “Hey Andrew!” He took one glance over to you before smirking, instinctively pouring three cherry vodka bombs, walking them over to you,

“Cheers!” He winked across at you as you nudged the third glass over to her, following your motions of clinking glasses before downing the drink. “You need another one?” He gestured to your half empty cider glass, you shook your head.

“Mmm, no, but get whatever she wants, on me.” You gestured towards Casey.

“Oh, you don’t have—“

“Please…our drinks are on the house.” You cut her off, gesturing to the small pile of money in front of you, “Besides…”

“Double Lagavuilin please.” Andrew pranced off to pour the scotch for her, “Thank you.” She gave you a soft smile as you subtly drank her in, she was absolutely stunning, there was certainly no denying that.

“No worries.” You smiled, extending your hand, “Y/N.”

“Casey.” Hers met yours in a gentle but firm handshake as Andrew returned with the scotch, “Thanks.” She smiled over at him before taking a swig. You took in her appearance as you watched her sip back the scotch with ease, profiling her slightly.

“So tell me Casey…you a lawyer?” She laughed lightly at that, your ability to read her surprising her since she couldn’t really get a read on you.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well the scotch is usually a dead giveaway, plus it’s Friday night but you’re in a pencil skirt…” You smirked, “Not to mention the floor plan said we had a group of Harvard alum in tonight.” 

“Ooh so you technically cheated.”

“You calling me on a technicality counsellor?” You laughed gently, not missing the roll of her eyes, 

“As of right now, I’m only a paralegal. Had my licence suspended.”  She took a hearty swig at that.

“Rough. What’d’you do?” Casey nearly laughed at how simply casual and open you were at the heavy topic at hand, a heavy sigh leaving her lips.

“I might have…fibbed about lab reports not being done during a trial.” You could see her face fall slightly at the admission before filling with frustration, “But the bastard…was a cop. He’d abused his power to rape two girls, killing one of them, didn’t get caught for years, he deserved to go away for life, yet he got to walk free.” Your brows furrowed, a look of perplexity taking over your face as she looked over at you. “What?” Her voice was hesitant, wondering if you were judging her for her mistake or agreeing that the man deserved to do time.

“Sorry, but…are you Casey Novak?” She nearly felt her stomach drop at that, had her suspension been that public that a performer knew her story? She hadn’t remembered it being all over the papers.

“Uh..yeah…how did you..”

“Sorry!” You threw your hands up in submission, eyes wide with regret of even bringing up the subject, “I didn’t mean to offend you, I just…Rita Calhoun’s my aunt, not to mention the courthouse kinda leaks like a sieve.” You weren’t wrong there, “To be honest when I heard about it I thought it was complete bullshit, bastard should be behind bars, you didn’t deserve what happened.” She smiled softly at that, 

“Thanks.” 

“I’m serious…” You went to continue before a shriek let out behind the bar, Andrew had a trail of about 18 chits of drinks between his hand and the printer as the room had filled with large groups of people at a time, the servers pestering him over details. He looked over to you a plea of desperation on his face knowing you were more than qualified to help him, you quickly tucked the money and request forms inside your I-pad cover, hand squeezing Casey’s softly, “I’ve gotta go…” She nodded, flashing you a quick smile before you moved behind the bar, moving in an incredible rhythm with Andrew to help him serve up the drinks needed. 

If she didn’t find herself drawn to you before the show started, she definitely did once your voice rung out through the room. You were insanely talented and charismatic, drawing the crowd into the show with ease, laughing with your fellow performers. She ended up finding herself at your side during the couple of breaks that you had, the conversation and friendship bubbling easily. When you absolutely powered through a nearly 15 minute mash up of Beyonce songs, both moving from your piano to stand on it over to the ledge way halfway through the room she was beyond belief that someone like you existed. Casey had hoped to catch you on your last break of the night but it seemed you’d vanished from the club. Andrew had noticed her lingering, mentioning that you sometimes did that on the weekend nights, but you’d be back next Saturday if she wanted to see you again.

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“Hey…sorry I’m late, what’ve we got?” You felt Carisi take in your appearance, NYPD windbreaker barely hanging from your frame, badge clipped into your shorts.

“Liv put ya under cover again?” He countered, you rolled your eyes, 

“Sonny you know I spend Fridays at the club…”

“Right…” Both of your eyes turned back to the exam room, despite it being completely blocked off from your view, “Jenna Spencer, assaulted at a frat party at Hudson.”

“No surprise there…” You trailed off, Hudson was notorious for sexual assault, and for them attempting to not disclose them to the police, “Thank God she actually ended up in a hospital.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.” The nurse then interrupted your flow, saying that Jenna was finished and ready to talk, but still pretty shaky, “Ya wanna take this one?” Carisi asked, you nodded as he made his way to the nurses station, you moving into the room with Jenna, quietly and gently getting her to retell the horrible stories that happened to her. 

You’d been with Special Victims Unit for more than a few years now, more than happy with being partnered with Sonny, you fit together incredibly well. Your friendship flowed easily, you spent more time together than anyone else on the squad, he’d often end up at your apartment making you dinner when you’d been tempted to order take out for the 500th time. Carisi had once made a crack about how a perp seemed to have a thing for you and you quickly shot back that he definitely wasn’t your type, when he’d questioned you on that you laughed saying you much preferred women. He’d been surprised, but completely accepting, more than quick to jokingly suggest practically every woman you came across, it became part of your obsessing teasing as you (respectfully) checked out girls together. You were incredibly grateful at the partnership, no one else from the squad had any idea, but you knew you could trust Carisi beyond any measure which brought you even closer together. 

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↳ Olivia Benson.

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↳ Katriona “Kat” Tamin.

My Girl. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning: Dom Masc Kat (It’ll always be dom Kat, can’t see her as a Sub nor Switch), Sub Reader, Groping, Claiming, Marking, Impact Play, Spitting In Mouths, Degradation, Orgasm Denial, Sir Kink, Public Play, Oral (Giving).

Synopsis: While on a date the waitress seems to have a little crush on you and Kat, being the territorial possessive person she was had to make it known who you belonged to. To the server, and you.

↳ Melinda Warner.

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↳ Casey Novak.

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↳ Alex Cabot.

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↳ Nicholas “Nick” Amaro.

Poisoned Motive (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Dom!Nick, Sub!Reader, Rough rough rough, Oral (giving/receiving), intercourse, and then completely dorky fluff afterwards.

Synopsis: This episode unlocked my Amaro Kink, and I NEEDED to write about it. Whew. This episode is so sexy but spoilers ahead if you haven’t watched it!

Born Psychopath (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Talks of guns and blood, animal abuse, all that good stuff.

Synopsis: This takes places on the first episode of the Henry Messner case, after Nick is “shot” so to say and finally gets to tell Gil he’s his father. You’re a nurse and Nick’s girlfriend, Zara and Gil both know about you and you come in after Gil finds out. Fluff ensues.

She’s Out There!!! (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning: Attempted Rape, Kidnapping, Torture, Violence, ANGRY Amaro, Child Abuse, Racism.

Synopsis: When you’re out there, kidnapped by a suspect, Amaro loses it. He’s lost so much and you? He can’t lose you too.

Safety. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Talks of guns and abuse, Tense violent situation, mentions of blood, mentions of rape and death, Smutty but no full out smut.

Synopsis: Nick had been in love with you since you entered SVU and seeing a gun pointed at your head might just be the kick in the ass he needs to confess.

Blood Brothers. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; EPISODE SPOILERS, Mentions of violence, death, rape, teen pregnancy, abortion (pro-lifers do not interact.), bitchy rollins, female receiving oral, soft degradation, oral fixation, spitting in mouth, pet play, all that good stuff. that is all.

Synopsis: Getting close with the devishly handsome Nicholas Amaro during a particularly daunting case was amazing, made even better when his possessive side starts to show over little ole you.

Candy Kisses. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Lots of stuttering, Awkward Nick, Sweet bullshit.

Synopsis: After a night out trick or treating with Zara and Nick you and Nick enjoy yourselves after Zara is finally asleep and your lips look amazing with sticky candy on them.

Twerp. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Child Death, Talks of Child Molestation, Abuse, Miscarriages, Trafficking, Teen Pregnancy.

Synopsis: From the moment you entered SVU it seemed that Nick hated you, and you him. The entire team could tell it was just the opposite but let you both tell it? You despised one another. After a tragedy happens, just how true is that?

Holden’s Manifesto. (☦︎︎ - ❥ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Hostage Situation, Side Character Death, Blood, Protective Yet Tender!Nick.

Synopsis; My first reaction about one of my FAVORITE episodes!? Okay, Okay. Here’s how I think Amaro would react to s16e4 but with wife!reader instead of Rollins.

White Noise. (Surrendering Noah) (☦︎︎ - ❥ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Blood mentions, Talks of Death, Gunshots (obvs), Sweet Bullshit.

Synopsis; ngl, i never rewatched this episode because i can’t stand to see how it affected olivia, noah, and amaro but this is cute so here we go. here’s how Y/n would react to the court shooting.

Daddy/Daughter Project. (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x South Asian Fem!Y/n

warnings: cuteness aggression.

synopsis: #9 “you’re too tiny for that, let me help.”

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↳ Dominick “Sonny” Carisi.

hrs and hrs. (Songfic) (☦︎︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Talks of Incest, Abuse, and Pedophilia. None just sleepy fluffy smut and sweet aftercare. Slight Breeding Kink.

Synopsis: After stressful jobs sometimes all you and your husband Carisi need is each other. To take care of one another.

Revenge. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning; S20 E4 SPOILERS. Talks of Rape, Assault, Death, Incels.

Synopsis: You and your partner Sonny work as a “couple” to get a confession out of a peep who happens to be an incel. Everyone thinks you played too well at being a couple and that gets Sonny thinking if it’s time to tell you he loves you.

That Girl Is Mine. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning: Possessive Dom, Dad Figure Odafin, Light Asshole Barba, Mentions of Rape, SVU stuff, Smutty No Full Smut.

Synopsis: Barba takes a little too much of a liking to Sonny’s girl.

Sickly Overprotective. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Tutuola!Reader, Dorky and Sometimes Mean!Carisi.

Synopsis: Sonny’s never liked you and the feeling was mutual, well I think. The squad saw it as an old married couple fighting but filled with love. You and Sonny disagree…until you get sick that is.

↳ Rafael Barba.

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↳ Hasim Khaldun.

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↳ John Munch.

That’s Not Her Name. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Sexual Harassment, Slut shaming, Semi Aggressive Munch.

Synopsis; inspired by s13ep9 when the lawyer calls alex “sweetheart” and munch steps in his face and goes “ADA Cabot” but with y/n and someone disrespecting her while they’re on a date.

↳ Odafin “Fin” Tutuola.

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↳ Mike Dodds.

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↳ Peter Stone.

He Can Only Hold Her. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎) x Black GN!Y/n

Warnings; Asshole!Peter, Breaking piece by piece!Y/n.

Synopsis; It was no secret Peter Stone was in love with Olivia Benson, even you as his lover could see it. The question was how long would it be before you broke?

↳ Brian Cassidy.

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Contempt

Pairing: Casey Novak x Female Reader

Summary: Sometimes hate and lust are one in the same.

Genre: Smut, (one bed trope, fingering, orgasm control), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 3.4k

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The night before a preliminary hearing was almost always riddled with tension, though this one seemed to stir something different within you. It had everything to do with Casey Novak, who worked for the opposing side as prosecutor. You had heard of the horror stories, the way her biting words could rile and persuade a jury into a decision, but you had yet to encounter her until this particular case.

Her exacerbation of you had begun as soon as the complaint had been filed, appearing unannounced in the doorway of your office to gloat about the inevitable victory she would soon revel in. You had sworn never to back down, not even in the face of a woman so successful, so mesmerisingly beautiful.

Masked beneath the low lighting of the bar, you had failed to notice the door bursting wide, a few patrons twisting to discern the sudden raucous. The clacking of heels approached from behind, halting beside you as you dared to lift your gaze. Surprise was yet to register, certain that Casey was not yet finished with her intimidation of you. A wry chuckle fell from you, accompanied by a disapproving shake of your head as you ignored her, your attention focused solely on the bottle of beer that pressed to your lips.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Casey greeted, flatly, a stoic expression cloaking any semblance of emotion. “What a pleasure.”

The sardonic tone that she had enlisted almost had your jaw flexing in fury, the chance of a quiet drink alone fizzling out in an instant.

“Have you resorted to following me now, Novak?” You asked, pointedly, unable to hide the annoyance that began to possess you. “That’s low, even for you.”

Casey quirked a brow, a flitting trace of amusement soon cast aside as she settled upon the barstool next to you. Predictably, your question was left unanswered, the blonde preoccupied by the black briefcase that was splayed open on her lap, nimble fingers sifting through documents. Immediately, you outstretched your hand in rebuttal of what she was about to do, sensing another tactful segue about the upcoming case.

“I just want to ask you one question,” Casey insisted, an exasperated huff escaping her when she met your gaze, adamant in your resistance of her mind games.

“And I’m off the clock,” you flared, your forthrightness catching the woman off guard. “If you wish to discuss this case, you do so at my office. Do I make myself clear?”

In a bid to cut the growing tension, you gestured the barman and courteously ordered Casey a glass of red, hoping that the diversion would will her away from shoptalk. Sometimes you wondered whether the woman had it in her to speak about anything else. Casey’s hands brushed the wine glass with careful consideration, her focus intent on the space before her as if drowning in contemplation.

“You can’t possibly believe that your client is innocent,” she remarked, completely undeterred by your prior requests to steer clear of the topic. “The evidence speaks for itself.”

“Miss Novak, if it was my job to cast a judgement, I’d be on the bench,” you stated, bluntly as you stood to your feet. “Take the drink or take your leave. The decision is yours to make.”

Casey scoffed aloud, petulantly pushing the glass of wine out of reach as a means of displaying her verdict.

“I’ll see you in court.”

Casey’s little charade continued to irk you as you made the journey home, heavy breaths exuded as you strolled in haste. The woman had intended to get into your head and unbeknownst to her, had subsequently succeeded. Blaring sirens pierced the continual hum of the city, a series of fire trucks flying by and seemingly heading in the same direction as yourself. In the distance, black smoke billowed into the open sky, thick and sprawling as you raced to pin-point its location.

Luck appeared to be evading you in every sense, shocked to discover that the blazing flames were in fact assaulting your apartment building.

Tenants lined the streets in their hundreds, faces painted in terror, duress as they watched their homes burn before their eyes, left in debris. The damage had already been done, authorities ushering people away to the sidewalk to find alternative accommodation for the night ahead. Local hotels were overrun with an influx of people seeking refuge, your mind carding through the options at hand. It was a long shot, but you were certain that you knew of a place to reside for a while.

Revolving doors led you to an open lobby, bright and spacious inside as you rushed towards the desk to snap up a last minute reservation. The receptionist was otherwise preoccupied, her attention placed upon a man that stood in the queue before you, two large suitcases resting at his feet. Hastened footfalls obscured the faint chatter that existed, your neck craning to note a woman stumbling frantically into the building. For a moment, you had suspected that your eyes had been deceiving you, certain that this unfortunate meeting was a mirage of sorts. The blonde caught sight of you and found herself similarly perplexed, fixed in place as she sighed aloud.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, disappointedly, hoping that Casey had scuttled in by mistake.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she barked, her usual composure slightly off balance as you tilted your head in suspicion.

“There was a fire in my building,” you spoke, the unison in which you did so causing the both of you to step back in horror, the realisation disconcerting for a number of reasons.

Casey paced towards the revolving door, wrangling with the possibility of leaving to find another hotel until she realised the scarce likelihood of such a thing.

“Can I help you?” The receptionist questioned, the sound of her voice calling Casey’s feet into activation as she hurried to jostle you aside.

The woman stared on in confusion as she observed the two of you battling for the upper hand, Casey’s arm outstretched to deny you access to the desk.

“Is there any availability for tonight?” Casey asked, quickly, hazel eyes throwing daggers towards you as you struggled against the menacing obstruction of her arm.

Fingertips moved wildly against the keyboard, the woman’s eyes scanning avidly through the system to complete Casey’s request as you scoffed beside her, enraged by the ordeal. With a polite smile, the receptionist nodded her head and subsequently produced an electronic key card from a little black box, a single document slid towards her.

“You’re lucky, ma’am,” the woman informed. “That was the only vacancy left.”

Pre-emptively, you swiped the card and raced towards the elevator, a grin plastered upon your face as the doors closed, tactfully avoiding Casey. You could only imagine the expression that descended upon her face, disgruntled, though you were sure that it was not the last you had seen of it.

The repetitive thump of a furious fist slammed against the door, unambiguous in its origin. Casually, you pried open the door, leaving a gap small enough to peek around it. Casey fumed, hazel eyes flaring with rage as she barged inside of the room, her briefcase swinging recklessly.

“The joke is over,” Casey seethed, the proximities in which she had incited enough to feel each of her exhalations breezing across your smirk. “Don’t make me have you forcibly removed.”

Casey’s intense reaction was too good to ignore as you sauntered away from her, unfazed, leaping into the king sized bed as if you had been the one to own it. You scoffed aloud, feigning umbrage towards the way Casey’s callous gaze transfixed itself upon you, wholly bemused by your playfulness.

“Lighten up,” you suggested, smartly, the woman’s irises merely darkening in response to the remark. “I was under the impression that you had a conscience, counsellor. Isn’t that why you do what you do?”

A flickering gaze wavered in avoidance of you, the remark seemingly having some kind of effect. Quietly, Casey set her briefcase atop the armchair and swivelled slowly to face you.

“Nicely done,” she bit, sarcastically. “I hope you like sleeping on couches.”

Sardonic laughter sprung from you, half-impressed by how little time it had taken to will her into persuasion. The woman’s only mistake was forgetting the nature of your job, she should have known how unlikely it was for you to settle on the first available offer.

“No deal,” you rebutted, frankly, an almost undetectable smile lurking upon Casey’s lips. “Just admit it, Novak,” you spoke, smugly. “You’re scared that you won’t be able to control yourself.”

Defined eyebrows flew upwards in quirk, half-shocked by the suggestion that you had posed, though you were sure that a silent consideration possessed her for all but a moment.

“Is that what you think?” Casey asked, curiously, riveted as she awaited an answer, fingers propped against her hipbones.

A wry chuckle emanated from you, intent on drawing out the suspense that had gathered all of a sudden. Retreating from the bed, your hands ransacked your work bag to procure an appropriate sleeping outfit. Luckily, you always carried a spare outfit with you in case of an unforeseen emergency at the office. You would have to make do with what you had.

“What I think is irrelevant,” you diverted, an ingenuous simper thrown in her direction as you lingered over the threshold of the ensuite bathroom. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take a shower.”

The room was eerily quiet when you re-emerged, Casey planted comfortably on one side of the spacious bed. Drowned in the orange tinted glow from the bedside lighting, Casey’s irises flecked in gold, sparkling as she covertly raked her gaze over you.

“I know how tempting it is,” you riled, faux empathy cloaking your expression as you manoeuvred into bed. “But try and stay on your side, hm?”

Casey grunted angrily, shifting petulantly until her limbs dangled from the mattress, her body teetering on the very edge. The duvet dipped between you, a cold air whipping up from the distance she had opted to introduce. Unthinking, you burst out into a cackling laughter, surprised by just how childish the infamous prosecutor could be.

“Go to sleep,” Casey spat, a disconcerting silence engulfing the room, deafeningly so.

It was glaringly obvious that neither of you had fallen victim to slumber, breaths occluding the silence, sporadic and fuelled with agitation. After a few minutes, Casey sighed loudly and twisted abruptly to face you, finally submitting to her need to settle into a more comfortable position.

“Are you asleep?” She whispered, your eyes gradually opening to the sound of her voice, the burn of her boring stare felt instantaneously.

“Well, I was trying to,” you retorted, half-seriously, neither one of you daring to pry your gaze from the other.

Hazel eyes radiated light, even in the partial darkness of the room, enough to see her attention flicker between your lips and fixating there. Tension lingered thickly in the air, no words exchanged as Casey gulped in the realisation that she had been momentarily mesmerised. The physical sensation of ebbing contempt held you in its grasp, noting the way the blonde’s expression had softened, almost undergoing the same process. Something entirely different had repossessed you, a raw magnetism that saw the two of you subconsciously closing the space, fuelled by an otherworldly passion.

Senselessly, you launched forwards, crazed kisses capturing her plump lips. They were heavenly, soft against yours as you became immediately entranced, addicted to the feeling of them. Forsaking the frenzy did not even occur to you, finally realising why fraternising with the enemy appealed to so many.

“So much for controlling yourself,” you breathed, Casey’s hands fervent as they grasped wildly at your face, urging you back into reconnection. “It’s almost as if you want this.”

“God, I hate you,” she moaned, uncontrollably, her voice even lower than usual and so seductive, every ounce of self-control abandoned without a thought.

Panting breaths emanated into the room as you dwelled in the reality of what you had done. You had expected a wave of regret to rush in and take you under, or at least for logic to seep in and set you straight. Instead, there was nothing, so removed from the consequences of your actions that to you, they simply ceased to exist.

“We shouldn’t,” you insisted, unconvincingly, your body screaming avidly in resistance of the words that you had spoken.

Casey nodded zealously, though her expression was doused in uncertainty. Her eyes lowered in avoidance, as if a mere glance in your direction would reignite her urges tenfold.

“Yeah,” she acquiesced, a heavy sigh releasing from her as she twisted in the mattress, her back presented to you as it were before.

It was then that the regret you had awaited began to infiltrate, your body rigid as you lay in the darkness. Frolicking with the prosecution was never going to be a good idea, but the sheer desire to succumb to such a thing was becoming unstoppable. Your hunger for her tore you at the seams, brain clouded with unholy visions of Casey under you, breathless, begging.

Cautiously, you shuffled towards her, your chest pressed tightly to her back as your lips dared to graze the side of her neck. Immediately, her body jolted as she felt the re-emergence of exploration of her, thrilled by the prospect of you having changed your mind.

“What about the case?” Casey groaned, though it was evident that her mind had ascended to places elsewhere, neck elongated to grant further access to your inquisitive mouth.

“Fuck the case,” you growled, carnal in your exertions as you roughly grasped at her breasts from behind, hands quickly moving south. “I want you right now.”

The blonde hummed in delight, captivated by the way your lips attached expertly to her pulse point, willing the skin further into your mouth.

“And you thought that I’d be the one to lose control?” Casey remarked, seductively, her back arching in desperation as she felt your hand settle atop her underwear, a whine flying free of her.

“Who said I lost it?” You asked, feigning cluelessness as you emphasised her state of submission with a gentle circular motion delivered to her clothed pussy.

The blonde let out a raspy moan, lips pursed together to stifle the countless others that threatened to burst from her throat. And when you halted to assess her reaction, you were unsurprised to find her keening for your touch, fidgeting to gain whatever friction that she could. Impatience rose with every passing moment, purposeful hands ripping the shirt from her back in seconds, buttons scattered aimlessly across the mattress.

“I thought that you hated me,” you chuckled, wryly, a fresh red mark suckled into her neck to reiterate your dominion.

Casey whined out, your words left unacknowledged as the growing ache for touch consumed her.

“Oh, I do,” she ruled, yelping instinctively as you sank your teeth into her. “It’s all the more fun this way.”

Harshened manoeuvres saw her nipples plucked taut between your fingers, the blonde thrashing wildly in response as you rolled the buds without mercy. Her head fell backwards against you, lips messily aligned with each other as you took the opportunity to capture them in a mindless kiss. Casey’s saliva painted your chin, sheer lust overpowering every other though that dared to enter your brain, quickly cast aside by your need to have her, possess her, just once.

“Yes,” Casey encouraged, breathlessly, charged with craving. “Like that, don’t stop.”

Satisfied that the woman had been sufficiently tormented, you trailed across her underwear once more, this time dipping inside to feel her directly. The thin material was sodden to the touch, clinging to her skin as you dug deeper in search of her wanton hole. Dripping was an understatement, your digits covered in hot arousal as you relished in the sensation.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” you crooned, unable to hide how impressed you had been to uncover it. “Tell me what you want from me.”

Casey mewled whorishly as you toyed agonisingly with her clit, wanting to torture the woman until she inevitably caved. The tactic appeared to be successful, the blonde’s hips rocking methodically against your hand as she spiralled into thoughtless desperation.

“I want you to fuck me, Y/N,” Casey admitted, unashamedly, her arm encircling around your neck from behind as a means of keeping you in place. “Please, just fuck me.”

The two of you were so closely intertwined that it was suffocating, meshed together so affectionately that it almost seemed to have meant something. Your mouth explored every inch of available skin as you pushed two fingers into her, the sound that fled from her unlike anything you had heard before. The pad of your thumb brushed languidly across her clit, revelling in the way Casey’s body shook and seized, every sound absorbed into your hungry mouth.

“That’s it,” you whispered as you gradually picked up the pace. “Take my fingers just like that.”

You were rough with her, brutal in fact as your digits ploughed recklessly into her needy pussy. The pace that you had set had rendered Casey oxygen-starved, gasping out as if it were the last breath she would ever take. Even in her compromised state, she did not dare to pull away, simply kissing you with more fervour than you could imagine.

“Please, please,” Casey sobbed out, her pleas activating a newfound motivation within you, despite your growing weariness. “I’m close, so fucking close."

The blonde’s mouth hung permanently agape, threatening grunts escaping when your action momentarily halted. Casey was confused, though this feeling was soon drowned out by her overbearing need to be sated, hazel eyes visibly darkening to what seemed to be black.

“Beg for it,” you demanded, your gaze piercing and unyielding. “Beg and I’ll let you cum all over my fingers like you want to.”

Cunningly, you tapped at her clit to emphasise your seriousness, hoping to tease her into compliance as you dangled the possibility of release in front of her. Casey choked out, a fleck of the same contempt you had seen thrown from her in the courtroom passing over her eyes.

“Please,” she pleaded, albeit meekly. “I need it.”

Luckily for Casey, her attempt was enough for you, your fingers working overtime to propel her over the edge. With each reckless thrust, she cried aloud, strangled moans escaping on repeat until she began to quake violently against you, her thighs flexing around your hand.

“Oh, fuck!” Casey shrieked, the volume unrivalled as her lips crashed against yours in a frenzy, her eyes rolling into her head. “Y/N, mhm.”

Delicately, you loosened your grip upon her, your attention reclaimed by the ceiling of the hotel room as you lay in the aftermath. In your peripheral, you could feel Casey’s gaze burning into you as she mirrored your position, silence persisting as she fought to steady her breath.

“Still hate me?” You questioned, playfully, hoping to remove any awkwardness that may have subsequently incurred.

Casey regarded you with a knowing smirk, sheepish as she cast the sweaty strands of hair away from her face.

“Even more now I know that you can fuck me like that,” she admitted, naughtily as she drew the duvet upwards to shroud her exposed top half.

You hummed, a victorious smile bitten away behind pursed lips.

“Oh, you’re very welcome, counsellor,” you replied, facetiously. “Anything to help the prosecution.”

Casey visibly tensed at the mention of her title, the moment of escapism soon abandoned, grave reality crashing down before her.

“This can’t happen again,” Casey insisted, panic-stricken as she frantically lunged for her shirt and slipped into the torn garment.

Sighing, you climbed out of bed and travelled to her side, thwarting her movement with a firm hand. Softly, you traced your thumb across the surface of her full lips, her eyes flitting away in avoidance until they subconsciously fluttered to a close. Trailing downwards, you abruptly cinched your open fist around her throat, a pornographic moan exuding from her. A pink hue tinged the woman’s cheeks, a stark revelation descending.

“I think we both know that it will,” you stated, doubtlessly, Casey’s reaction only proving your point to be true.

Casey’s hands fisted in the material of your shirt, yanking you so forcefully that you landed directly on top of her, your bodies connected as one.

“We’re screwed, aren’t we?” She whined, her arms thrown around your neck as she held you against her.

Chuckling, you nuzzled into her neck, a ghosting kiss pressed to the bruise you had etched into her earlier.

“It sure looks that way,” you conceded, a smirk plaguing your features. “But I’m not complaining.”

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[illdowhatiwantthanks]

First Time

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Graphic sex, oral, fingering, language. Word count: 3,286

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest by the time the two of you made it through Casey's apartment door. You didn't even have time to look around, barely noticing the stacks of manila folders scattered around the apartment.

Casey let the door slam shut behind you, then pushed you up against it, somehow gentle and rough at the same time. She reached past your waist to lock the door, kissing you deeper than you'd ever been kissed in your life. You felt nearly drunk as Casey's tongue slid into your mouth, her breath hot and desperate. You gasped as her hands slipped under your shirt and trailed up and down the bare skin of your back. You were all too aware of the rapid beating of her heart, the way the buckle at her waist pressed into you.

When she moved from your mouth down to your neck, you felt your legs grow weak. When she sank her teeth into your pulse point, you let out a moan. You felt her grin against your skin, then run her tongue up your neck and back to your mouth. She pulled away and looked at you with a smug expression.

"You want to go to bed?" she asked, drawing circles on your waist with her thumb.

"What?" you exclaimed, a confused look on your face. "No, I don't want to go to bed. I thought we were gonna have sex!?"

Casey laughed and kissed the side of your head, dragging you back to the bedroom. "Go to bed as in have sex, you idiot."

"Oh," you replied, following her eagerly. "Then yes."

Casey's room was spare, but nice. Each piece had been chosen with care, and none of it was cheap. Now that you were here, in her space, in her bedroom, the nerves started to kick in. Casey was already unbuttoning her shirt, throwing it off to reveal a simple black bra and more skin than you'd ever seen. Pants followed. You forgot how to breathe for a moment, but when she moved to lift your own shirt over your head, you found your voice.

"Wait, wait, wait," you said, pulling away.

"You okay?" Casey asked, concerned.

"I, uh... I've never–" You didn't quite know how to say it, afraid it would bring your evening to a screeching halt. "I'm a virgin," you finished, avoiding Casey's eyes.

"Okay," Casey replied, matter-of-factly. When she didn't say anything else, you glanced at her. If anything, she just looked impatient.

"Is that... okay?" you asked, shaking your hands at your sides–an anxious stim.

Casey grabbed one of your hands and pressed it flat between hers, massaging the anxiety out of it. "Mmhm," she confirmed, taking your other hand and repeating the process. "Perfectly fine. More than fine. Let's just lay down some rules first so you feel safe."

"Okay," you agreed, a little less nervous than before.

Casey sat cross-legged on the bed and patted the spot next to her. You joined her, feeling more and more comfortable, like this was a sexy sleepover. Casey's fingers tracing up and down your forearm didn't hurt either.

"Since it's your first time, I'm not gonna get too crazy," she said.

"Thanks, I think?" you replied, your eyebrows scrunched.

"Don't worry. There'll be plenty of time for crazy later." She winked at you. "But I need to know, is there anything you don't want to do or that you don't want me to do?"

You squirmed and avoided her eyes.

"Hey," she said, grabbing your knees and pulling you closer. "I need to know. I won't be upset. I promise I can work with whatever you need. I can even pull references if you want."

You laughed quickly, then blushed and squeezed your eyes shut. "I don't want anything inside me," you confessed, embarrassed.

"Anything at all?"

You shook your head, your hands starting to shake again. Casey took them and held them still in her own.

"Fingers?"

You were beet red as you shook your head.

"Tongue?"

Another shake of the head.

Casey's face was scrunched, like she was concentrating very hard. "Noted."

"Is that gonna mess things up?" you asked quietly.

"God, no," Casey said, smiling at you and trying to get you out of your head. "You know where the clit is, right?"

You coughed and nodded: "Uh-huh."

"Then you should know I won't have any problems."

"You're pretty cocky," you observed, still avoiding her eyes. You were embarrassed by how turned on you already were. You were still embarrassed to be wanting sex at all. Call it a remnant of the church culture you'd grown up in or a product of being slightly on the asexual spectrum, but it felt illicit. And Casey was so... comfortable.

"Don't worry," she bragged. "You'll find out why."

"What about you?" you asked, doing your best to meet her eyes.

"What about me?"

"Is there anything you want me to do?" You desperately hoped she wouldn't ask for something you didn't know about. You were nervous enough as it was.

Casey looked at you intently, a smile creeping at the corner of her mouth. "I want you," she started, her fingers carefully lifting your shirt up and over your head and shimmying you out of your pants, "to do whatever I tell you to do." She unhooked her bra and threw it aside, now clad in nothing but her underwear. "Got it?"

You wiped actual drool off your mouth and nodded vigorously.

"Now lay down," Casey commanded.

You were more than happy to oblige. Casey straddled your lap and leaned down to kiss you deeply, pressing her body against yours. Your heart beat wildly as she swirled her tongue into your mouth, grinding her hips into you. She bit your lip and you let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a cry. She smiled as she moved her way down your throat, then across your collarbone, alternating kisses and bite marks in no particular pattern, so that every time her teeth took you by surprise.

Your hands lay limply at your side. You felt like you should touch her, you wanted to touch her, but you didn't know how. It still felt like you'd be caught, like Casey would suddenly decide she didn't want you touching her and you would be ashamed of yourself.

"Hey," Casey said, low against your chest, as if she'd read your mind. "You're allowed to touch me, you know."

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Y/N," she said, kneading your breasts in her hands, "I'm literally using your tits as a sandwich for my face. Just fucking touch me."

You gingerly rested your hands at the small of her back, taken aback by the feeling of her hips pushing into you again and again.

"Holy shit, Case," you breathed, gasping for air as her tongue circled first one nipple and then the next. She let one go with a pop and looked up at you.

"I'm just getting started," she said, smirking. Casey kissed her way down your body. She took her time at your chest, relishing the way your back arched to meet her. She ended at your inner thighs, planting kisses closer and closer to your center.

You were shaking. You had never felt less in control in your life, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You ready?" Casey asked, breath hot against your folds.

You nodded, running a hand through her red hair. She looked up at you, and you pushed a loose strand out of her face.

"I need a verbal yes."

"Yes," you nearly begged. "God, yes."

If you'd been having a good time before, you were out of your mind now as Casey licked her way through your folds and pressed the flat of her tongue against your clit.

"Holy shit," you exclaimed, groaning as your hips bucked involuntarily. "Oh my god, Case." She didn't look up, too focused on her work. But she reached out to place a hand on your heaving chest and you grabbed it and didn't let go.

You had masturbated before. You had orgasmed. But it was not like this. The others had been like a sparkler. This was the Fourth of July. Your whole body tingled and heaved and surged toward climax, and you were riding it like a sailboat on the ocean.

You didn't notice your hand on the back of Casey's head, pushing her harder and harder into your throbbing clit. You didn't notice your hips bucking faster and faster, your vulva wet and swollen and shivering. But Casey sure did. She let out a low moan, her voice vibrating against you as she continued to lick.

You felt yourself climbing up and up and up, your breath hitching, your body clenching, preparing for release. You squirmed against Casey, chasing the high you could feel was so, so close.

Casey felt it, too. She wrapped her arms around your legs to hold you steady, pressing harder and faster with her tongue. "That's it sweetheart," she said, vibrating into you. "Come for me."

That was all you needed. Your pleasure washed over you in waves, and you held onto Casey's head and hand for dear life. Your breath came in gasps and left in moans as you rode out your high, Casey's mouth guiding you through it. She lapped and lapped as your orgasm dissipated, making sure she didn't miss one single bit.

When you finally came down, shaky and trembling, you noticed the mess of Casey's hair and the marks your fingernails had left on her hand. You started to apologize, but you were met with Casey's lips against yours, your head held gently in her hands.

"You did so good," she said breathlessly, burying your neck and face in kisses. "Such..." She kissed your eyelids. "A good..." Your forehead. "Girl," she finished, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on her tongue and it drove you wild.

"How do you feel?" she asked, laying down beside you and running a hand through your hair.

"So fucking good. God, Casey," you said, turning to face her. "I get the hype now."

She laughed, low and sweet. "Well, I'm honored to show you the ropes."

You looked at her and bit your cheek.

"What?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

"Can there be more ropes tonight?"

Casey's eyes lit up. "There can always be more ropes."

You sat up, brows furrowed, studying Casey.

She chuckled and ran a finger over your eyebrows. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," you said, leaning over her, "that I want to do you now."

Casey bit her lip and scanned your body. "Oh, fuck."

"Good oh, fuck or bad oh, fuck?"

"Good, so good," Casey said, pulling you down for a kiss.

"I don't know what I'm doing though, so you'll have to tell me what to do."

Casey snapped up and threw a pillow to. the floor. She pointed to it and said, "On your knees."

You rolled out of bed and did as you were told, placing the pillow under your knees and situating yourself on the floor in front of the bed. Casey sidled up to the edge and let her legs hang off so that you were positioned right in between them. She ran a hand through your hair, her face flushed.

"Fuck, you look pretty like that," she said, breathing in sharply.

"Now what?" you asked.

"Just start with what feels right," Casey said, holding your face in her hands. "I'll help."

"Got it," you said, then shrugged and gave her a thumbs up, which made her giggle. You loved her laugh.

You put your hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. You kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose. You kissed the space under her chin, the place where her neck met her collarbone, the soft rise of her breasts. Your stomach fluttered as Casey continued to run her hands through your hair, making small noises of pleasure as you made your way down her body.

You kissed her hips, her legs, the backs of her knees, and when you made your way to the inside of her thighs, you found her underwear soaked through, her hips already pushing toward you.

You stared at the underwear. You knew what was next, but you were afraid to start, afraid you'd do it wrong. This was foreign territory, an alien landscape. You wished you'd read an instruction manual.

Casey stifled a laugh and you looked up at her. "What?" you said, only a little terse.

She burst out laughing. "You just look like you're trying to solve a puzzle!"

"Well, it kind of is!" you cried defensively.

"It's okay if you're not ready," she said, running her thumb across your jawline.

"No," you replied, frustrated. "I'm emotionally ready, I just... feel like I should've taken a class or something."

She giggled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Look, there's no pressure, okay? You don't have to be good at it. I got you off. That's the best part for me. This is all just a really, really nice bonus. It's just for fun."

"Just for fun," you repeated, exhaling. You started your ministrations again, moving your way up and down her body until you were sure she was ready again.

Staring at her underwear, you took a deep breath and pulled them down. Casey groaned and unknowingly pushed your head toward her center. Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun, you repeated before diving in, tongue first.

But once you were in, god, you never wanted to leave. It wasn't so much the taste, thought it was intoxicating to know that you were tasting her. It wasn't the landscape of it, though you did very much enjoy exploring every corner. It was the way that your every move, every breath, elicited a response from Casey. It was knowing that when she pushed her hips into you, you brought her to it. That when she moaned, it was you drawing it out of her.

You were only briefly interrupted in your successful exploration by Casey saying, "I want you inside me."

"What?" you said, emerging from her thighs, brought out of the moment.

"Oh my god, don't stop," she scolded, shoving your head back down.

"Sorry," you mumbled into her.

"Start with one finger," Casey explained. "I'll tell you when I want more."

Now that you'd conquered the scariest part, you had no hesitation with your hands. You carefully inserted a finger, and if you hadn't already been on your knees, you'd have been brought to them. The warmth of her, the rhythm, the pulse–it was like you were a part of her, really a part of her.

You moaned into her, slowly starting to pump your finger in and out. You were no anatomy expert, but you'd heard of the g-spot. At the very least, you knew there was a lot going on in there. Since Casey seemed to be enjoying herself, you decided to look around, so to speak. You used your finger–careful to keep a steady rhythm–to explore Casey. All the topography of her. You felt a particularly squishy spot and reached your finger back to press into it.

Casey nearly exploded, shoving your head into her and taking you by surprise. "Jesus, Y/N!" she cried. "More of that!"

You panicked a little. "More fingers or more of that spot!?"

"Both, both," she said. "Just keep going and don't stop!"

You wasted no time getting back to work, continuing the pattern of your tongue against her clit and matching it to the rhythm of your now two fingers, reaching back, back and curling into that spot that made Casey lose it.

Her breath came faster and faster, and you could tell she was losing control. Her hands grasped your hair desperately and her hips rose to meet your tongue with every single thrust of your fingers. You felt her body clench around you, pulsating wildly, and Casey clenched your hair so hard you thought she'd pull it out.

You felt her come before you heard her, the vibrations of her body sending you into a bliss you hadn't even known existed. Her legs shook around you, and you moved forward to support her so she wouldn't fall. She quivered around you, moaning as she ground her hips into you. You waited until she was completely spent before pulling out of her, kissing her thighs and licking her off your fingers.

She laid back on the bed, still breathing heavily, and looked up at you. "What are you doing? Come up here," she motioned. You stood, wobbly and more than a little wet, and climbed into the bed next to her, your stomach doing somersaults as she tangled her arms with yours and kissed you.

"Did I do okay?" you asked.

"Okay!?" She raised her eyebrows. "Either I'm a really good teacher or you're a really fast learner."

"Probably both," you said, grinning with pride.

"Probably," she agreed.

Casey traced the freckles on your shoulder and you drew circles on the back of her hand. You were quiet for a while, but eventually you looked at the clock and saw that it was past midnight.

You propped yourself up on your elbow and looked at her. "So, uh, what's the protocol here?"

"The protocol?" she repeated. "This isn't a courtroom. There's no post-sex protocol."

"No, but..." You bit your lip.

"Spit it out," Casey said.

"I'm afraid I'll sound stupid."

"You've already sounded stupid at least five times today. What's one more?"

You glared at her briefly, then continued. "Well, I want to take a shower because I feel sweaty and sticky, and I don't like that. No offense or anything. I like it in the moment, just not... after. And I don't know the protocol! Do I take a shower here or at my house? Do you have an extra towel? I didn't bring a towel. Am I supposed to? Am I supposed to have travel soap? Do I sleep here or at home? If I don't go home, will it be awkward in the morning?"

By now, you were just spiraling, but you couldn't stop yourself. "What if you tell me I can stay and then I do because I want to spend more time with you, but really you were just being polite and you're tired of me. And then I do that every time, so you get really, really tired of me and want to break up? Or what if–"

"Jesus, Y/N," Casey said, planting a kiss on your lips to quiet you. "I want you to stay. And I think you know me well enough to know that I don't say things I don't mean."

"Promise?" you asked, twirling your fingers.

"Promise. Now for the other stuff..."

Casey pulled herself out of bed and you immediately missed her body next to yours. She walked to the closet, stark naked, and rummaged around. You hated yourself a little bit for it, but you couldn't keep your eyes off her ass. You were still reeling that she'd let you fuck her. And she'd enjoyed it.

"Are you staring at my ass?" she accused, smirking as she interrupted your reverie.

Your face flushed. "No..." you said, averting your eyes.

Casey threw a clean towel at you and draped another over her shoulder. "Come on. Let's clean you up."

You leapt off the bed and followed. After tonight, you'd follow her anywhere.

[adarafaelbarba]

So as mentioned in my previous post about this bingo, my birthday is next month. And for that occasion I wanted to host another bingo! Like my last bingo in October 2021, this one will have moodboards to the squares. You don’t have to use them, but they’re there for inspiration, and can also be used in your fics as a “cover” if you’d like 🥰 I’m gonna have the moodboards up before the bingo starts on Monday 17th of January 😅

here are some rules:

1. It’ll start on January 17th and ends on February 17th at Midnight (Norwegian time)

2. Write one, ten or all of the fics. But don’t feel like you have to write them, this is a fun little writing exercise

3. You can write a head canon, ficlet, multi-chapter (one moodboard/square per fic) or a one shot. But please, if it’s longer than 500 words, put it under read more.

4. The fics can be fluff, smut, angst, etc if you feel like they would fit with the aesthetic of the moodboard you write for. Please remember to tag the fics with the right warnings before posting it.

5. Tag me when you post it, so I can keep tracks of the fics that are posted for this challenge and use the hashtag: #adarafaelbarbabirthdaybingo

6. Characters allowed (reader insert, oc, ships)

SVU:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Peter Stone

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

Elizabeth Donnelly

Other Raúl Esparza Characters:

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Frederick Chilton

Paul Mendelsohn

911 / 911 Lone Star:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Maddie Buckley

Chimney

Hen Wilson

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Owen Strand

T.K. Strand

Grace Ryder

Judd Ryder

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Carlos Reyes

Tommy Vega

Mayans MC:

Miguel Galindo

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Bishop Losa

Emily Thomas

Coco Cruz

One Chicago:

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Brian «Otis» Zvonecek

Joe Cruz

Stella Kidd

Gabby Dawson

Violet Mikami

Sylvie Brett

Emily Foster

Jessica Chilton

Gianna Mackey

Evan Hawkins

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

Vanessa Rojas

Sean Roman

Kim Burgess

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Will Halstead

April Sexton

Crockett Marcel

Jeff Clarke

A Discovery of Witches:

Baldwin Montclair (Trystan and Peter’s version, but specify it 😅)

Matthew de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Diana Bishop

Miriam Shepard

Domenico

Sophie Norman

Nathaniel Wilson

Gallowglass

Satu Järvinen

Juliette Durand

Phoebe Taylor

Hamish Osborn

Chris Roberts

Ransome Fayrweather

Outlander:

Ian Murray

Frank Randall

Jamie Fraser

Clair Fraser

Briana Fraser Randall

Roger Mackenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Newt Scamander

Young Dumbledore

Kingsman:

Eggsy Unwin

Roxy Morton

Harry Hart

Merlin

Charlie Hesketh

Percival

Lancelot / James Spencer

Ginger

Whiskey

Tequila

Characters from the King’s Men

MCU:

Thor Odinson

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner / Hulk

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Sam Wilson / Falcon / Captain America

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Dr. Stephen Strange / Dr. Strange

T’Challa / Black panther (rip Chadwick 🥺)

Shaun / Shang-Chi

Xialing

Wenwu

Wong

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Tom, Toby or Andrew. But specify it 😅)

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Wade Wilson / Deadpool

Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

Baron Helmut Zemo

Yelena Belova

Monica Rambeau

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Charles Xavier / Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Druig

Makkari

Dane

Thena

Sersi

Ikaris

Ajak

Gilgamesh

Kingo

Phastos

Note: If there’s a character/fadom not listed, feel free to DM me.

7. No RPF/real person fic. No underage character (includes reader/ocs)

8. Please signal boost this post, regardless if you participate or not

9. Most important! Have fun! 🥰 Feel free to dm me with any questions or concerns

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MASTERLIST- 29...

I love you, but chess is not my hobby - Margot Robbie x Male Reader (SMUT)

Be my fake Valentine - Casey Novak x Female Reader

Don’t say it sooner - Casey Novak x Reader

Can’t sleep with you on my mind - Casey Novak x Reader

Sink into the sun - Jerrod Carmichael x Male Reader

Black Tuxedo - Hiram Lodge x Female Reader (SMUT)

New hire, unknown feelings - Hiram Lodge x Male Reader

headcannon Yandere Dimitrescu x Reader

Lady Dimitrescu Yandere Alphabet

I have seen what the darkness can do - Lady Dimitrescu x Male Reader

Blood in a open bottle - Lucifer Morningstar (caos) x Male Reader (SMUT)

Middle of the nights in June - Lena Luthor x Male Reader

The Magician & The Lovers - Chase Stein x Male Reader Stark

Frame the venom on the wall - Elliot Stabler x Female Reader (SMUT)

I don’t want to be in California - Elliot Stabler x Male Reader (SMUT)

The sun is not our color - Elliot Stabler x Male Reader (SMUT)

Let me drink in Memphis - Elliot Stabler x Male Reader (SMUT)

Sfw and Nsfw headcanon - Elliot Stabler x Male Reader 

Our hearts can touch the sky - Male Reader x Percy Jackson

Talk until Dawn - Inko Midoriya x Male Reader

I never liked the movie the notebook - Johnny Storm x Male Reader

Why are you drinking red bull? - Johnny Storm x Male Reader

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Law and Order SVU Masterlist

(will be updated regularly!)

✨- denotes smut

total completed works: 26

Series:

✰ fitting in (sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ three way phone - part 1 | part 2✨- coming soon! (sonny carisi x peter stone x detective!fem!reader)

Oneshots:

✰ unusual reunion (candy hearts bingo - sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ sneaky on the 8th floor (love you, love you not bingo - sonny carisi x female reader) ✨

✰ returning the favor (love you, love you not bingo - peter stone x female reader) ✨

✰ pre-motion shenanigans (love you, love you not bingo - sonny carisi x female reader) ✨

✰ new beginnings (request - peter stone x female reader)

✰ wet dream (request - sonny carisi x ada!female!reader) ✨

✰ strapped up - coming soon! (casey novak x black!detective!fem!reader) ✨

✰ more than just my intern (sonny carisi x fem!reader)

✰ wanted him back (request - nick amaro x fem!reader)

✰ long lost (peter stone x black!fem!reader) ✨

✰ you saved me - coming soon! (request - amanda rollins x black!teen!reader)

✰ fainting spells - coming soon! (request - sonny carisi x black!fem!detective!reader)

✰ massage envy - coming soon! (sonny carisi x black!fem!reader) ✨

✰ top secret - (peter stone x fem!reader)

Drabbles:

✰ surprise, let’s be valentines (love you, love you not bingo - rafael barba x gender neutral reader)

✰ fantasies (rafael barba x female reader) ✨

✰ truth or dare (100 celebration - sonny carisi x gender neutral reader)

✰ we’re not dating! (100 celebration - sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ dress shopping (100 celebration - nick amaro x female reader)

✰ tattoo ridden (200 celebration - rafael barba x fem!reader) ✨

✰ secretly in love (request - rita calhoun x gn!reader)

✰ talk through it (request - sonny carisi x fem!reader) ✨

✰ too fast… or not fast enough (request - sonny carisi x fem!reader) ✨

✰ mea culpa - (peter stone x fem!detective!reader)

Headcannons:

✰ one true love (request - rafael barba x gn!reader)

✰ gala ready (wsvu week - cabenson)

Other:

✰ a little excerpt (sonny carisi x oc)

✰ 5 minute drabble (rafael barba x gn!reader)

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Replay [3/-]

Here is chapter 3 after a LONG time of not posting from this series. Hopefully, I can finish this and not abandon it haha.

Pairing: Casey Novak x Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff really

Length: Short

Word count: 722

Masterlist

Replay [1/-] [2/-]

***THERE ARE SPELLING ERRORS, I FORGET TO PROOFREAD***

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“Casey, have you seen my purse?” You asked while searching in your shared bedroom. You walked out of the living room to where Casey was and she held your purse in her hand. “Here you go.” You sighed and grabbed the purse from her.

“Thank you.” She kissed you on your lips. "Are you sure you're fine? You know doctor's orders right?" She said in a worried tone. "Mrs. Novak, I'm fine. I'm a bit sore but I can manage." Casey still looked at you slightly worried but a small smile formed on her face from the alias.

You smiled. "Casey, I'm fine, really. You don't have to worry about me, I'll be on desk duty if that makes you feel any better." Her face was still frowned up. "Maybe I should take you to the precinct so I don't have anything to worry about."

"Yeah, maybe this will knock the edge off a bit." You said as you pulled her close, wrapping your arms around her neck. "We can cuddle after I come back from work okay? How does that sound?" You asked. Casey's frowned face turned into a smile.

She sighed, "Okay fine, let's go before you be late." With that, you both made your way out the door to work.

-

The halls were empty as you walked into the precinct. You heard loud chattering than normal. You stepped into the main office. “There she is,” Olivia said while clapping. You smiled as the crowd in the office cheered for you. A bundle of flowers sat idly on your desk as well as teddy bears and cards. "What's all of this?" you asked.

"After what had happened to you, I decided that we should do something nice for you when you get back so we all got something for you beforehand and kept it in our lockers. Cragen told us when you were coming back when you called so we just placed everything on your desk."

Olivia said excitedly. You nearly cried as the number of teddy bears overflowed as more officers put them on your desk. "How will I get this to my car?" Casey chuckled. Olivia laughed and came up to Casey. "We already have a group of people putting it in your car, just come with me."

Casey nodded as both she and Olivia made their way to Casey's car. Cragen came up to. "It's good to have you back, the kids were crazy around here so Olivia had to put them in time out." Cragen gave you a soft pat on your shoulder. You chuckled at his statement directed towards Elliot and Fin.

"Hey, that's not far, that last argument was Fin's fault!" Elliot said as he gave you a soft hug, trying not to hurt you. "What?! That was all, you man! You were the one who started it, I just finished it." Fin said while giving you a soft hug.

"Boys, what did I say about fighting. I just got here and you're already going to make me want to go back home." You said slightly annoyed and they apologized. You sat down at your desk, looking through the gifts.

"It's good to be back, Casey was driving me crazy." The crowd laughed. "What about me?" Casey said playfully while standing at the doorway. You laughed, "Nothing." Casey smiled and came up to you and placed a kiss on your lips. "Everyone I have an announcement," You said loudly as everyone became quiet.

You pointed your hand out flat and showed it to the crowd, as people gasped. "R/n and I are engaged," Casey said with a smile. Olivia smiled "Congratulations! You both already make a beautiful couple." You smiled as Olivia came up to you and gave you a hug.

"Thank you, Olivia, that means a lot to me." you said cheerfully. "Okay, I'm going to head out to my work so I'll see you later beautiful~" Casey said while walking away. "Can you walk me to the elevator?" Casey asked and you nodded.

You both walked to the elevator and pressed the button and waited. "I love you okay, called me if you need anything." Casey hummed softly as she placed a kiss on your forehead. You smiled. "Olivia is going to watch me today, so I think I'll be fine."

-

Sorry that this is so short, I'm having writers block on this one and hopefully i can get some ideas for this one :/

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Masterlist

Here is the most updated version of my masterlist! 

You can send me requests here!!

Criminal Minds

Hotch x  Reader

5 times Hotch didn’t kiss you and 1 time he did

Bombing

3 am

Hit Me

Bar Fight

I love you

The First Noel

Sofa

Ex Boyfriend

Wounds

Christmas Morning

Cell Phone

A Family

Freezing Cold Part 1, Part 2

Sick Day

Separation

Pop

Be Someone (Hotch x daughter figure reader)

Halloween Huntsmen Part 1, Part 2

Paperwork Hell

Transfer

A Better Uber

Reid x Reader

Interrogation Techniques

Club Scene

Separate Lives

Exclusive

Why don’t you want me?

Worry Wart

Sit down, I’ll get it

Flu Season

By the Fire

Nerves

My Beauty My First

Winner

In The Crossfire

Hard Times

Dr. Doctor

Cutthroat Kitchen

Movie Night

Sexy

Morgan x Reader

Understatement

Morgan

Heaven?

A Flirt

Rossi x Reader

Dream

Prentiss x Reader

Completed

JJ x Reader

Secret Admirer

Garcia x Reader

I’d Never Leave You

Law and Order : SVU

Carisi x Reader

Threat

Driving

Tesoro

Two Drifters

In Need

Sun and Moon

Londoner

Distracted Driving

Stay

Overtime

Gallery

Self Medication

Never the Same

Anytime

Car Keys

It brings out your eyes

I’m sorry for your loss

Don’t Cry

Barba x Reader

Lunch Date

You can borrow mine

Amaro x Reader

Late Ride Home Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Handyman Part 1, Part 2

Princesa (Smut)

Broken Heat

Hostage

Puddle

Dessert First

Valentine

Look at Me

Sleepless

Legalization

Munch x Reader

Always You

Stabler x Reader

Survivor

NCIS

Gibbs x Reader

Drinks

A Big Commitment

Sharing is Caring

I noticed (Gibbs x daughter reader)

Waiting

Snack

The Outcome

A Saint

In Need

Stubborn

Anytime

Tit for Tat

Little Sister

I Did the Dishes

Watching You

Painting

Bad Mood Blues

Ex, Why, We

Great View

Partners

Excuses

Storage Room

Dinner?

Father (Gibbs x son reader)

You’re important too

DiNozzo x Reader

Fairytale

Dinner?

You Didn’t Have To

Undercover

Going Out

When The Going Gets Tough

Breakfast

Mr. Jealousy 

Against the World

Secrecy (smut)

Black Eye

McGee x Reader

Unknown

DiNozzo

Don’t Leave Me

Surprise Visitor (Implied slightly)

Nurse

Headcanons

Headcanon for being Gibbs' agent and finding out you're pregnant with Gibbs' kid?

Gibbs with a punk kid

Casey Novak with a photographer girlfriend