#i need to get back to being freaky about remedy games ya know

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hiii…. more dbf!casey pretty pleeeaaaseee?

“φʕ•ᴥ•oʔ Mama Bear went to TOWN with this one! I missed Casey so much, I really need to replay AW2 for uh... for mental reasons, but I'm too deep in RDR2 rn so!

Love you Casey, anyway <3 NSFT under the cut and it's a bit bigger than I usually write. Again, thank you for being patient with me!

Alright.

You might get a ‘scary’ pass if everyone will be squinting.

You looked at yourself in the mirror again, just one more time to feel brave – long skirt, torn at the edges and high-waist, a good fitting blouse with a necklace that you’ve managed to thrift for just a few bucks (you really, really hoped it wasn’t cursed), and just a few specks of fake blood on your lips and going down on the neck, like you just recently fed.

You looked and looked. Made a scary face. A real scary face.

“I’m a scary vampire, blah-blah-blah!”

More like a cousin of count Chocula.

No, you had to be more confident that that! You made this costume, you looked good and if you’d managed to scare a few folks from a close up – you could consider Halloween test passed. The sound of a party going downstairs were bringing you a comfort you missed so much; you knew these people were waiting for you, missing you, there were family and friends and…

FBI Agent Alex fucking Casey.

You stopped midway to your door, the memories of what happened, right here, in this room, floating back into your mind not-so-uninvited. You’ve barely talked after that little ‘accident’, mainly because he was busy on missions off town, but even now, when the sky turned gray and air was crispy and light, you could still feel his presence – not just in his room, but in your bones, in your very being. Safe to say – you were in love with your father’s best buddy.

And there was nothing you could do. No amount of mental gymnastics were going to prove your poor aching heart that it was a bad idea. You loved him and you wanted him and you were now going downstairs to meet him…

Only to find out that he was late. You’ve mingled, talked, managed to scare shitless a couple that thought kissing in your dad’s storage close was a good idea. Score. But just as about you were going to drown your sorrows in the awful blood-red cocktail you did for yourself, you felt him first, before you saw him.

A sheriff.

You could’ve laughed. Well, you snorted - not very lady like. But that hat and a cheep plastic badge on his working jacket told you everything you needed to know of how seriously he took his costume. Though, the cowboy hat certainly did fit him, especially when his eyes locked with you across the room and he tipped it just right. His eyes were darker. Hungrier. The kind of look that made your stomach clench and your thighs press together under your skirt. He stopped just shy of crowding you, close enough that you could smell the leather of his jacket, the faint hint of whiskey on his breath. No hello. No nothing.

You could’ve kissed him right there.

"A sheriff, huh? Going for the classic then, Casey" you murmured, tilting your head just enough to bare your throat—your vampire costume suddenly feeling less like pretend and more like an invitation.

“So do you. Undead beauty, very adorable,” Casey’s voice was like honey-laced whiskey, the one that burned down your throat that one time he was willing to share it with you.

“Hmph. Hardly adorable. I’m dangerous, old vampire, here to prowl and feed on innocent!..”

“Oh. You’re plannin’ on misbehavin’, then?” he raised his eyebrows, not buying your act not one bit. Your throat clenched. Your knees threatened to buckle. And God, you could feel it—the slick, traitorous heat between your thighs, the way your panties were already soaked just from the rough tease of his voice. A pathetic whimper escaped you before you could stop it.

Casey’s grin turned predatory.

"I’ll take it as a no."

His thumb swiped over your lower lip, testing, before he tapped one of your fake fangs. "Do you even have fangs? Or just playin’ dress-up for me?"

He would’ve kept you in that corner and tease you all night, but you were saved by your father’s voice, who finally noticed Casey and with booming laughter called him over. The wink sheriff Casey send your way told you it wasn’t over.

<…>

You were a grown up, not some kid. So yes, you would leave your house. Yes, you would go over to Casey’s place. No biggie. Not like the party, which somehow spilled over the streets and manged to pull into it a few of neihboor’s houses would notice two of you leaving. Just for the ride. Just the two of you. Casey’s truck sat under a flickering streetlamp, looking as rugged and no-nonsense as the man himself. You didn’t hesitate. Just strode right up, the click of your heels on pavement the only sound between you. His voice cut through the dark, low and rough.

“You can say no, lil’ bat,” Casey warned you when you stepped closer to a vehicle. “It can stop, right now. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Think I don’t want this?..” you flapped your eyelashes, all innocence like.

“Hm. Good girl. Get in.”

The door creaked as you slid inside, and God, the cab smelled like him—leather, gun oil, and that stupidly expensive cologne he only wore on special occasions. (Was tonight special to him?) The engine growled to life. You didn’t ask where you were going, exactly. He didn’t tell you. But when his hand landed on your thigh, squeezing just shy of too tight, you knew the answer.

It was escape. You always loved to ride in cars, especially without any music, just listening to the engine and the ambient hum outside windows. Casey was an excellent driver and your town looked absolutely breathtaking in the dark, with all the decorations outside. He pulled over about half an hour later into some parking spot, just shy from all the other houses and looked at you.

Really, really looked at you.

You unbuckled your seat belt and reached for him.

Fucking finally.

His mouth crashed onto yours, hot and demanding, swallowing your gasp as his tongue slides against yours. There’s nothing gentle about it - this is hunger, weeks of pent-up want finally unleashed. His teeth graze your bottom lip, a sharp contrast to the softness of his tongue, and you moan, fingers tangling in his hair, the softness of it sending shivers down your spine.

“Fuck,” he rasps against your mouth, his hands sliding down to grip your chest, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers. The groan you let out was embarrassingly loud, but you didn’t care - not when his lips were on your neck, not when his teeth scraped over your pulse like he was deciding whether to bite. Somehow, between kisses, he’d plucked the faux fangs from your mouth, tossing them onto the dashboard with a smirk.

"Didn’t need ‘em anyway," he muttered before claiming your lips again. Then his hands were on your waist, hauling you over the console and into his lap in one smooth motion. The steering wheel dug into your back, but you barely noticed - not when his hips rolled up against yours, not when you felt how hard he was already, rubbing against your still clothed pussy.

"Casey - "

"Tell me to stop," he growled, mouth trailing down your throat.

"Say the word, lil’ bat and I’ll take you home. Right fucking now."

You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled, making the older man groan and his hips twitch up.

"Don’t you dare. You’ve been watching me all night. Thinking about this, huh? Thinking about me?”

“It was a fuckin’ torture,” Casey sighed, pushing one hand over your waist and between your thighs, letting out a chuckle when he finally, finally slide his fingers where you needed him most. “Gotta torture you back just the same. Gonna ruin you,” he promised.

“Gonna make sure you don’t forget whose girl you are.”

He curled his fingers, the slightly awkward position making his wrist cramp, but he was sure to prepare you good, before giving in to his own desires, pushing his pants down just enough to show his hard, leaking cock. You were all too eager to lower yourself onto it, and god, he was thick in the way that had your toes curling. You wrapped your hands around his neck, breathing through the stretch.

"That’s it," he rasped, hands sliding up to grip your waist.

"Fuck yourself on me, babygirl. Take what you need."

You didn’t need to be told twice. Rolling your hips, you set a punishing pace, chasing your own pleasure as he watched, eyes black with lust, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you rode him. Every drag of his cock inside you sent sparks up your spine, the filthy, wet sounds between your bodies only spurring you on, fogging the car windows.

“Love how you do it,” Casey whispered against your lips. “Love how much you need my cock. After that… you really will be mine, you understand? Now…”

He grabbed your hips and started moving with you, plunging you so deep onto his length you quite literally saw the stars.

“Ah, ah, ah! C-Casey, A-Alex, please!.. It’s-it’s too much---”

You sobbed, thighs trembling as the pressure built, white-hot and unbearable.

"Now…" His voice dropped to a sinful whisper, lips brushing your ear.

"You gotta cum on my fuckin’ cock, you understand?" A punishing thrust. "C’mon now, give it—give it to me..."

And just like that, you shattered. Your vision whited out as pleasure ripped through you, your body clamping down around him in helpless, pulsing waves. Casey groaned, his rhythm faltering as he followed you over the edge, his teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle his own release. For a long moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing, the slow drip of sweat between your tangled bodies.

"Still think you don’t look adorable like that?" he murmured, lazily tracing the marks he’d left on your skin. You didn’t answer.

Best Halloween Party of your life.