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I’ve done some house keeping (took me four hours) enjoy! Requests are open, you don’t ask you don’t get. Open to write for any series and ship down to my own discretion.
Law and Order: Calex
Calex ‘trailer trash’ series - What if they were neighbours? -
Part 4 - ‘For what it’s Worth’
Part 3 - ‘This Year’s Love’
Part 2 - ‘Long as I can see the light’
Part 1 - ‘Mary Jane’
Calex Knight/Princess AU -
Part 2 - ‘Neon Moon’
Part 1 - ‘Every time the sun comes up’
Calex Ex’s series ‘One more day’ -
Full series on Ao3 ‘One more day’
Chapter 6 - ‘Nothings gonna hurt you baby’
Calex One Shots -
‘Holy’ - Fighter Casey x Reporter Alex
Calex Date Night - Pictures
Calex New Year’s Eve Part - Pictures
‘Cherry wine’ - Ex wives fic
Alex’s phone - Picture
Casey’s phone - Picture
‘Doctor My Eyes’ - Paramedic Casey x Doctor Alex
‘Rosemary’ - Calex Date
‘Planted In My Mind’- Calex’s goodbye
A Whiter Shade of Pale - Calex Wedding?
Law and Order: Cabenson
Cabenson Lovers series - ‘Never enough’
Full series on Ao3 - ‘Never enough’
Part 1
Part 2
Cabenson One Shots -
Cabenson Engagement Party - Pictures
Alex’s Phone - Pictures
Olivia’s phone - Pictures
‘From Both Sides Now’ - Politician Alex x Secret service Olivia.
‘The Giver’- A hot day at the precinct
‘Help me make it through the night’- Cabenson Wedding.
Adhd vs Autism girlfriends - Multiship
Law and Order: Alex Cabot
Boss Alex Cabot Series -
Part 1 - ‘Cherry Blossom’
Part 2 - ‘Killer Queen’
Part 3 - ‘Why’d you only call me when you’re high?’
Part 4 - ‘Hot Blooded’
Part 5 - ‘Her Life’
Part 6 - ‘Bella Donna’
Part 7 - ‘Girl’
Part 8 - ‘What I’m doing here’
Alex Cabot x Reader One shots -
‘Back to Black’ - Ex wife Alex Cabot
‘Oh darling’ - Girlfriend Alex Cabot
Law and Order: Casey Novak
Casey Novak x Reader One shots -
‘Like a Prayer’ - Neighbour Casey Novak
Law and Order: Cabenovak
Cabenovak One Shots -
‘Oh me Oh my’ - What if they were farmers Au
Law and Order: Multiple Couples
‘Nom de plume’ - An assumed name - Full series on Ao3
Title page
Part 1 - ‘Maybe Tomorrow’
Part 2 - ‘How unlucky can one man be’
Sneak Peek
Bridgerton: Eloise Bridgerton
Creloise Affair series -
Part 4 ‘Love grows’
Part 3 ‘Must be a dream’
Part 2 ‘Home’
Part 1 ‘A case of you’
Creloise Lovers series -
‘If I betray you, I betray myself’ - Secret relationship, Modern.
‘To Lady Crane with Love’ - Love letters
‘Learn to speak’ - Secret Relationship, Cannon
Creloise One shots -
Cressida’s Phone - Pictures
‘My swan, My dove’ - insomnia
‘Mirror’ - Ballet Au
‘Oh finally’ - First kiss
‘Together’ - Proposal
Creloise back ground - Pictures
Creloise as parents
‘Between two points’ - Plane crash AU
‘Coffee and Ice cream’ - Divorce AU
‘Growing pains’ - Baby AU
‘Flash Cards’ - Dating with Kids AU
‘Little moon’ - Daring with Kids AU
Adhd vs Autism girlfriends - Multiship
Eloise x Original Female Character -
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Sneak peek
Marvel: WandaNat
WandaNat Affiar series -
‘Red handed’
‘Why won’t you be mine’
WandaNat One Shots -
‘Expansion’ - Proposal
‘One more minute’ - Death AU
Adhd vs Autism girlfriends - Multiship
‘Mommy’ - Kids AU
Marvel: Wanda Maximoff
Wanda Maximoff x Reader One Shots -
‘Two Platforms’ - Meet cute AU
Y/N’s phone - Pictures
‘The unexpected’ - Accidental pregnancy AU
Marvel Agatha Harkness:
Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal One shots -
‘Death’ - Rio’s return
Agatha Harkness c Agatha Harkness One Shots -
‘Learn to love it’ - Selfcest
Y/N’s phone - pictures
Marvel: Yelena Belova
Yelena Belova x Reader One shots -
‘Beetlejuice’ - Jealous Yelena
Other Fandom Content:
The chilling adventures of Sabrina: Madam Spellman
Francesca Bridgerton x Michaela Stirling - Franchaela
Very very rusty! Also my first time writing these two, enjoy?
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Michaela pushed the body with haste, showing little compassion as they stumbled away from the party. As though wading through moss licked lagoons, her hand curved into the other woman’s directing her into the kitchen.
Front to back, an arm twisted gently behind her captive. Her chin breathes from resting against the satin cove of her neck. A routine scent of roses passed her lips.
“Behave.” She scolded lightly her mouth grazing the tip of her ear, an all too familiar greeting for what they had become… surreptitious, restricted, swatting a prying hand back from her grasp. Leaning across to turn the handle.
With a final click Michaela released the other woman’s arm, her own raised in truce as she narrowly blocked the doorway.
No exit.
Fewer would travel such paths ahead so brazenly, her head lowered slightly as though in prayer. Hunting does and hints of green light.
Truce?
The brunette simply huffed, nostrils adorably flared as she clicked her tongue, batting Michaela away. She took to pacing the room, her nail hooked to her teeth as she took in miscellaneous foods and utensils. Her free hand gripping at every surface she passed till finally resting against soft ceramic.
Michaela watched from her gate, eyes hardened with every length of the kitchen she waltzed, the silence rooting to her skin, hairs on edge. She cleared her throat and leaned to the doorframe, calling a brief glance “Well?”
“Well what?” The younger woman mused never presenting her full attention, as her fingers curved to grasp an item as though in finality.
“You insist on my attention, now to have it and—- “
“You’re leaving.”
Her mouth dropped slightly at the response, jutting uncharacteristically, her words so rarely lost it stunned her. Tongue suddenly too wide, too wet, lips cracked as she reached out to soothe them. A hand finally bowing from its stretch to support herself and point towards the younger woman.
Eyes widened. Sweet doe.
“You incessantly push, a depth worse than the channel and yet now as I leave you behave with such malice once would think I’d threatened to stay.”
Lay flat, breathe even, allow me this.
“Well you very well won’t stay now will you? So what would have been my point in asking? You cannot possibly sit down for longer than a beverage, I do not wish to disturb your lifestyle further.” Francesca declared, her octave rose and shook.
“You do very well at disturbing me a great deal, that is correct.” Michaela shot back, teeth on edge as she massaged her temple. As though some invisible thread were wrapped and restricting her skull, everything felt so loud. There was nothing to drown the thoughts, she longed to be drowned in voices, music anything to sounded the silence which reaped her. Deafening clarity.
She heard a scoff of annoyance? Disbelief?
Then.
The plate hit the door first, it had been a wedding present… it’s blue rim now split across the kitchen.
Michaela hardly felt anything enough to think as she fell back, pushing the door to lock as she pressed her body to it, quick to conceal them. The dull wood cool against her forehead, the bruising ache which seemed to have taken habitat within her chest, now accompanied an orchestra.
A spatula narrowly missing her elbow.
“Oh no please do not refrain our guests from the entertainment!” A voice followed, soft as bath water, it turned her, lure and drain.
Affliction.
It got her attention.
“Have you gone mad?” Michaela atoned, her face whipping round to view Francesca where she stood wielding a saucepan, balancing the handle on the tip of her finger as she glance up briefly from her anger to smirk.
“Perhaps.” The Bridgeton assisted before jacking the handle up to her palm and tossing that to towards Michaela’s growing form. The metal making a strange whistling sound as it crossed past her head before clattering to the ground.
“Francesca please.” Her hand rose as though to hold the distance, glove slipped to her wrist. “See reason.” She felt her jaw harden, unable to look up. She could not afford such a few as her eyes threatened and burned. She would not burden her with this—- weakness.
“Reason does not sound very fun now does it? Darling.” Francesca giggled gently, her finger tracing the floral rim of a plate before planting her palm flat, sliding the porcelain back against the counter until it toppled from the ledge. She let out a hum so gleeful as it smashed Michaela tore herself not to kneel. To find some way of marking the sound, its exact origin, to run her fingers across its surface.
Michaela sighed her hand rose to press against her own chest, calling herself to ease her breath. Though she remained focused on the tip of the other woman’s heel, soft green silk which complimented the peached tones of her flesh. Her fingers twitched, longing to run along the edge of each metatarsal, trace every vain to its source.
The younger woman continued, bite to her tone as she glanced up, cheeks blushed and filled by the spite that flavoured her tongue, “Isn’t it you that always requests such things from me? To have fun?”
Mouth dry.
“I have never asked you to be anything more than what you are.” She argued, sincerity licking at every syllable, her eyes almost sunken at the thought, the accusation that there were anything she could possibly aspire or crave to change about Francesca Bridgerton. “nor strived to change an inch of the space in which you fill.”
Truly.
“Yet it is still not enough for you to stay” The older woman felt herself gasp before a sound even came, ribs feeling uneven. It was juvenile, delicate in the most humiliatingly intimate way. Yet despite all reason and desire to hear such a confession, something twisted within her. The vague gloss of Francesca’s eye the slightest hint that her behaviour could have caused this goddess such distress it scourged her.
She moved to reach out.
Symptomatic.
“I’m—-sor—“
Her throat ached. For a moment the inability to speak roused her, she felt something tighten in her thighs, then without thinking she shifted back slightly allowing room as she lowered herself. The cool stone soothing the heat of her skin as she knelt, skirted crumbed and damed.
That were the thing about the reserved, the mere fact you cannot have it makes you want it all the more. Michaela had seen a great many wonders but no truer existing matter proved god were artist more than her. Michaela’s silence not a response of lacking but… overwhelm. How could something as simple as words embody this feeling?
“What are you doing?” The younger woman gasped slightly at the action, her attention finally stationary, a tea cup still clutched in her hand as the other instinctively reached to aid.
Yet she stopped short, curiosity captivated, head lulling gently to one side as though appreciating the bow. Communion.
“Shhhh” Michaela scolded and arched as she settled. However pathetic she were willing to be something brazen within her couldn’t help but perform, her graze flickering up heavily, face level with the other woman’s hips, the slight indents of bone and muscles teasing their way into the fabric of her dress. Her mouth suddenly dampened. A single finger reaching out to trace the outline of Francesca’s leg - barely, relishing in the feel of silk beneath her finger nail, the very silk she had memorised the pattern of all evening.
“I am apologising” she whispered, nose barely brushing the fabric as she focused far too intently on a single section of print, circling the detail which covered the span of Francesca’s hip.
Michaela rose slightly on her plans, bending to kiss the crook of her foot gently- the smooth strip of velvet that held a buckle snagging her teeth gently as she responded.
Capture even a fraction of the mosaic that depicted her.
Sweet Francesca.
“I have held every inch available and yet part of me cannot hold out for more.” The younger woman gasped at the motion of Michaela’s tongue counting the distance between each metatarsal, barely, simply greeting the skin. As though tissue, easily torn, valuable lace, dampened spices a many of great things worthy of gifting. Michaela took chapel in that moment, as unworthy as must be she felt she was, yet… here she was toeing the bounds of heaven with but little worth of her own.
Eyes closed. Forehead press the bump of the other woman’s corset, counting each breath. Disregarding its speed.
She shook her head praying the grey from her focus as her hands spread out, ignoring the scrape of porcelain, broken glass as she nudged closer. Tracing the figure of Francesca against her palms, head bowed in shamed, “Though it longs to, I know myself. The length, latitude of flagellation, hate…” face pressed gently the centre of the other woman’s stomach as she rose. The sound of shrapnel shifted around them, low vibrations of their abandoned guested echoed bellowed the bouts of silence.
She struggled to breathe, her nose burned so much
“I know the trails in which I’d happily beg to take me, for a say matters as simple as choosing your shoes.” She almost laughed at her own confession, the other woman’s silence all the more maddening.
“Do you not seek something similar?” She pressed, eyes bruised as they flexed tight, her fingers curving into the arse of the younger woman on instinct. Jolting her forward as a pathetic groan escaped Michaela’s throat.
Her hands fell and suddenly the woman bellow her stiffened. Grasp prompt, unwavering against the flesh as the other woman acknowledged her. Francesca thumbs running soothingly down the bend of her spine, circling the dint of her neck, teasing the thick curl of Michaela’s hair line with a nail.
And for a moment Michaela prayed, hardly recognising the hum which responded to the touch.
pairing & prompt— a.cabot x c.novak for breeding kink (ended up being significantly more pregnancy-related)
premise— Alexandra Cabot and Casey Novak had a simple relationship during Casey's suspension. "Simple" meaning sex, easy, occasionally ruthless but still mostly uncomplicated sex. Alex expects that when she returns back from the spontaneous decision to drop everything for the Congo, Casey, now returned to her former glory, won't settle back into the same place- especially now that she's pregnant, a consequence of a one night stand Alex hadn't meant for but didn't necessarily regret. She's right in that- Casey wants her, now, in a gentle yet serious way. Every complication, every new aversion or addiction, every loop Alex is thrown for- Casey's there, ready to provide.
warnings— 18+ content, graphic description of lesbian sex, extensive talk about the effects of pregnancy hormones, strap-ons (a receiving), implied cunnilingus
When she first found out, she’d read a lot. The first night she’d been home- finally home, in her own space- had been spent curled in her sofa going through the box of books on pregnancy and child rearing she’d ordered to be delivered while still in the Congo.
Since then, the amount of books ordered and read carefully with post-it notes emphasizing the sections she found most important had been increasing rather dramatically. She’d donated a whole trove of old books on justice to her old law school, just to clear up the space to justify buying more. At some point the books started feeling essentially like more of the same monologue, the blogs she started reading sounded monotonous, and the advice she was receiving from others varied little. Still, all of it made her feel slightly more comfortable, because it felt like she was prepared. To some extent. She knew what she was doing.
She thought she was prepared. She really, really thought she was prepared enough.
But nothing could’ve prepared her for how damn sexy Casey Novak would look in her penthouse kitchen, sleeves rolled up her arms and a scrunch in her eyebrows trying to read the text on her phone screen.
Alex had been watching her for what felt like hours. It had been at least two.
She couldn't remember a time in her life that she’d been more desperately aroused than right now.
It was growing in her stomach- along with a bundle of cells that was already starting to dictate her life- into a state of overwhelm she couldn’t handle.
Casey as she reached up to rummage through Alex’s cabinets, her shirt raising to expose a sliver of her back, the column of her spine visible. Her hands on the cabinet doors, tapered fingers tapping idly on the wooden surface, blunt nails that Alex could remember the feeling of on her tongue, skimming her waist, in her cunt.
She could feel her cheeks burn red, but she’d never really been one to blush before. Her lips parted so she could breathe through them, her eyes turning dry as she kept blinking at Casey, who was very focused.
Of course she would be. Of course she had no reason to be.
Alex hadn’t been at work today, but Casey- she was working her ass off, trying to regain the same reputation she used to have before the suspension. Alex had sensed it since the first time she’d seen her since her return, the weariness that had set into the woman’s bones, despite the fact it was overridden entirely by the sheer willpower and ambition she considered only Casey could have. They’d had plans for Casey to come over and Alex was half convinced she’d cancel. She knew Casey had multiple court appearances today, hell- she was still wearing her fucking court clothes, that blazer and those slacks that had her heart pounding. She must be exhausted.
Casey had come over with the intention of cooking beef bourguignon. It was a fancy yet ‘safe’ option, she’d made it before, and Alex had loved it. It was healthy, it was hearty and comforting, and Alex was incredibly grateful that Casey had offered to make something personally so intensive despite her assumed fatigue- but the second that cork opened, she couldn’t do it.
The scent of the wine Casey would need to use for the sauce had caused a wince Casey had noticed immediately with her damn perceptive, stupidly caring eyes. Alex had been in the middle of accepting forcing herself to choke it down regardless of her personal opinions, but Casey had only smiled.
“Wine isn’t any good?” She asked simply, and with a hard swallow and a pause Alex shook her head slowly. She eyed the bottle like it was radioactive and Casey snorted lightly.
“It smells strong all of a sudden, doesn’t it? Happened to my mom when she was pregnant with my little sister, too. I’ll … okay, with what I have here-” Casey hesitated, scanning the ingredients in front of her, most of which she’d already carefully prepared to some degree, before nodding to herself and flashing a reassuring grin in Alex’s direction. “Braised beef and pan seared vegetables with potatoes. Does that sound okay?”
Alex had nodded, mostly just watching Casey seal the opened bottle of wine back up with relief evident in her face.
She settled back into the armchair she’d curled herself in and took a deep breath, her mind turning back to apparently the only other gear her hormone-addled self had, which was shamefully watching the other woman and attempting to convince herself she wasn't lusting after her.
The low ponytail she’d tugged her hair into was slipping and she reached behind her, strong arms reaching over her own shoulders, practiced movements slipping the band free to retie it. Alex felt like she was drooling, watching her shoulders flex like that, her back elongate like a tease meant specifically for her.
She bent down to rifle through Alex’s drawers, trying to find a second cutting board to not cross contaminate raw meat, and Alex had never been so particularly interested in gazing at someone’s ass until just right then.
Alex forced herself to clear her throat quickly, face burning hot so quickly her head snapped adamantly in a different direction so when Casey turned to her to investigate the sound she wouldn't see the fire burning across her cheekbones.
Shifting her hips didn't help with the discomfort at all. Absolutely nothing sexual had happened and her panties were plastered to the folds of her labia in a way she couldn't shift away from. Desire burned even hotter at the realization and she wanted to groan and throw something- she wanted to strip, and she wanted Casey to watch her, and she wanted Casey to be naked and on top of her too-
Casey was humming something soft under her breath and Alex wanted to slap herself to snap out of it. She was cooking something for her and she’d had a long workday and she was probably exhausted and should deserve to relax instead of indulging both Alex’s new odd food aversions and also her sudden, overwhelming sex craving.
“Okay,” Casey murmured to herself, interrupting Alex's spiral, “I think that's all the prep work done.”
The blonde turned her head back to the kitchen, eyeing up the wooden board holding the carefully diced or cubed ingredients.
She inhaled slowly, and then her jaw was clenching before she realized. Her stomach flipped over, a deep sort of sinking disgust, and her grimace must've been obvious on her face when Casey glanced briefly in her direction.
“What is it?” Casey asked, looking down at what she'd prepared as if one ingredient would suddenly stand out to be the obvious culprit of provoking her.
She didn't mean the question regarding the issue entirely, only inquiring which vegetable or root specifically.
Casey was caring and she was unbelievably kind and Alex could see the gears turning in her head, already trying to find alternatives of what she could make without wasting food even though Alex was the one unjustly ruling out random things as she went.
“Nothing,” Alex murmured, “It's nothing, I’ll eat it.”
The auburn haired attorney turned entirely towards her then, shooting her a firm look. She crossed her arms over her chest and raised a brow in a sort of gentle ferocity that Alex couldn't help but immediately transfer into her growing fantasy of having her look down on her in a different context, which did not help the stress beginning to gnaw at her ribcage at all.
The weight of her gaze and the way her abdomen throbbing gave her only one option. She hesitated only a moment longer before agreeably mumbling her answer.
“Onion,” she said faintly, “I don't- it smells so- I’m sorry.”
“I don't want you to be sorry or have any apologies,” Casey breathed, and if Alex hadn't been so stressed she might've realized Casey was slightly amused, “I just want to make sure whatever I make you’ll actually enjoy having.”
Alex sat still as though she’d been scolded when that was the furthest thing to what had happened, but the guilt she felt was unbearable regardless.
She forced herself to try to take deep, even breaths.
Pinching herself didn't help at all, but she tried it regardless. Her mind was out of control, pendulating between seemingly random disgust at ingredients Casey was putting careful attention to, and wishing with an unadulterated need for that attention to be turned on her instead.
Her body ached to lash out. She was curled and she wanted her limbs spread out, she didn't want to be restrained in the clothes that were starting to itch and irritate her skin in a way she’d never felt provoked by before, she wanted to twitch and shudder in Casey’s arms and come so the damn arousal controlling her body could finally seep out of her veins so she could think like a goddamn normal person and less like a whore.
Her hand shivered where she’d placed it on her knee as though prompting her to let it wander down and ease the pulse that wouldn't settle. She bit her lip and glanced towards the kitchen, delusionally hoping perhaps she’d be able to get away with momentarily excusing herself to rub one out like a horny teenage boy in the bathroom so as to not disturb the redhead who she was feeling increasingly guilty for.
The second she thought about it, she felt even worse. She wasn't sure why but the odd feeling in her stomach was overpowering, like a dragon built of emotion trying to stretch out of the confines of her skin, lust and guilt and discomfort swirling together until tears pressed hot against the inside of her face.
Her bottom lip quivered softly but sobbing was the last thing she wanted to do to Casey, not when she must be so exhausted, not when she’d already been working so hard trying to bring a borderline deranged woman hyped up on hormones the slightest bit of comfort through a home cooked meal she could barely enjoy because her damned body kept rejecting foods she’d never had an issue with before.
A hand was placed on her shoulder gently and she got pulled momentarily out of what was growing into a proper odd mix between anxiety attack and a broken desire to orgasm for the second time. Casey placed a small plate- one meant to be the saucer for a teacup- in front of her, with a single piece of each food she’d just stir fried. A cube of carrot, a wedge of potato, a slice of mushroom and a sprig of broccoli.
“Here,” she said, “Try each one before I mix them together. It's okay if you don't like something, I’ll just pack it up, it won't go to waste.”
Alex’s mouth parted wordlessly, but when Casey’s thumb stroked softly on her shoulder she forced herself into motion, picking up the broccoli and putting it in her mouth.
It felt odd. Parts were mushy but the fibers of the spring went loose on her tongue and she swallowed twice trying to rid her mouth of the odd sensation. The potato wasn't much better- it just tasted like starch, oddly, starch mixed with garlic that came apart like thick glue in her mouth.
Even the carrot wasn't safe from her screwed taste. It was impossibly sweet, as though it had been cooked in sugar. It shocked her. She wasn't a picky eater. She'd never been picky with her food before.
Everything felt foreign and- and wrong, and nothing was distracting at all for the desperate need for Casey to be touching her in a much more filthy way than a simple hand on her shoulder.
“It's okay if you don't like any of them,” Casey soothed quietly, reading her mind before Alex could scramble and come up with a lie that would sound convincing to a woman too sharp to ever properly deceive. “We can just eat the meat. We don't have to eat that, either. I can make pasta, or sandwiches, or whatever you think you can stomach. I’ll figure it out for you. Just tell me what you want.”
She looked up at Casey, blue eyes widened and almost glassy. Casey was staring down with that warm expression that looked almost fatherly-
God, she would be an exceptional parent.
She wanted Casey to fuck her so brutally the kid growing in her stomach would be her’s.
Alex was crying before she could try desperately to hold the dam together, tears spilling out and flooding her face. An ugly sobbing sound was escaping her throat and she buried her head in her hands so quickly she didn't see Casey’s face scrunch sympathetically.
“I’m sorry,” she choked, “I’m so sorry, you must be so tired and I can’t control anything and I- I’m-”
“Hey,” Casey breathed, and when Alex blinked her blurry eyes back open, she realized Casey had dropped instinctively into a kneel to comfort her, hand still on her shoulder although now she was looking up from Alex’s side.
It sent her stomach twisting in a way that had her breathless. She froze, hands shaking by her face until Casey pulled them into her own, soothing tear stained palms under gentle strokes of her thumbs.
“Talk to me. Deep breaths, you’re okay- talk to me, tell me what's up.”
“I-” Alex hiccuped, wrists jerking as she wanted to close back in on herself, but the second Casey let her hands go so she could do so she regretted it immensely. “I’m ju- just hormonal, and I read about all these things happening and I thought I was prepared- I thought I knew- but I don't know anything and I feel so- I feel…”
Casey was nodding gently, eyebrows scrunched but in the way she always did when she was focusing intently, her eyes studying Alex’s face like Alex was something to be worshipped.
“I can't handle you looking at me like that,” Alex snapped suddenly, holding her hands over her face again so she wouldn't need to look at the green eyes who were so ridiculously caring, and she felt so immensely guilty the second the words left her mouth she could only break down in increasingly broken sobs.
“Do you want me to go?” Casey asked, firm but not unkind, her voice only so solid because anything softer wouldn't have been heard. Alex shook her head and reached for Casey’s hand, curling both of her own around it like a lifeline, bringing it to her face.
“No,” she sobbed, “No, I can't handle it because I’m- I’m… it's hormones, it's just-”
“You keep saying that you're only feeling how you feel because of hormones,” Casey cut her off gently, “And I know that, but that doesn't take away the fact it's overwhelming you, and I can't help if I don't know what it is. Alex- what’s got you so upset, hm? Please.”
Alex raised her head, eyes bright in the way her tears were reflecting the light of the room, her face pink.
She let out a sound somewhere between another gasping sob and a wry laugh, closing her eyes with a grimace that Casey was only further confused by until Alex spit the answer out like she was releasing a demon.
“Horny,” she laughed again, wet with tears and hot with overwhelm, “God, it's so pathetic. You make me so fucking horny I can't- all I want to do is be out and these clothes and have you- but I don't- because you worked and you're tired and you were trying to hard to cook, and I-”
“Alex,” Casey murmured, and when Alex didn't respond, hiding herself again, curling her knees up to her chest and forcing her face towards them, she repeated it. Loud, firm, commanding.
“Alex.”
The blonde looked up, tears clinging to her lashes, face grimaced in anxiety. Her jaw was taut with effort, forcing herself to breathe through her nose so she wouldn't keep crying, blue eyes flickering back and forth across Casey’s face like she was waiting to be scolded or sighed at.
“I’m not tired.” She said, her voice a honeyed rasp, low and laced with something darker. Her eyes had gone black, pupils dilated to swallow the green, her breathing having hitched and begun to come faster.
“I’m not tired,” she repeated, when Alex didn't react. “Go to the bedroom.”
Alex gave her a watery forced smile and raised her palms to her face to try to push away the remnants of tears and quell the source of them, shaking her head softly. “You don't have to- you don't have to indulge my delusional pregnancy sex craze, Casey-”
“I know I don't have too,” Casey shot her another stern look, feisty in the way she cared about her, “but God, do I want to.”
Her arousal clenched so tight in her stomach she had to steal each nerve to not whimper. The way Casey was looking at her was just too much.
The weight of her gaze, so intense, so fierce in her desire to pleasure and provide. Her posture had shifted, her breath coming faintly from her parted lips, and her mouth looked so tempting Alex thought she was going to cry again and simultaneously swoon.
“You don't have to- I never expected you’d-” Alex jumbled and tripped over her words, no blood left for her brain to process, all of it straight in her cunt which throbbed with a sole-focused need.
“We can talk about this after,” Casey concluded smoothly, “We should talk about this after. But you're overwhelmed and told me that fucking you would make you feel good, and frankly I love fucking you, so go to the bedroom and get on the bed. I just have to turn the stove off so your pans don't burn.”
Alex looked up at her when Casey stood, lithe muscles in easy motions as she turned, before pausing when Alex had yet to move.
“Alex,” she said crisply, her voice warm and still steeled. “That pretty head is doing too much thinking. I want you naked, on the bed, now. Go.”
Her body obeyed even as her mind still struggled to ease the amount of stress that had overtaken her. She stood, pacing quickly to the bedroom in the same stride she made on courtroom floors, although now her legs felt so weak they may give out and her hands were already reaching to tug her sweater off her thin frame as she walked.
She felt better the second she got it off, throwing it like it had personally betrayed her at the closet door. Her leggings followed, wrestled from her, dragged down alongside the underwear that was visibly wet with the arousal she’d been trying so hard to suppress.
Her breath was coming fast, but finally not from tears or her emotions trying to strangle her, rather large heaving gasps from a body that finally felt released from weight she hadn't known had been so oppressing. She slid herself onto the bed, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing that equally haphazardly away, pressing her overheated body against the cool linen of her sheets. Breathing in once, a reassurance to herself, before rolling herself onto her back and staring at the ceiling.
Casey came into the room seconds later, her blouse already unbuttoned enough she could reach one defined arm over her shoulders to discard it from her, leaving it useless on the floor. Her milk-colored bra was framed sweetly by the gentle flush of her skin Alex had come to associate with the copper haired woman’s arousal.
She unfastened her belt and let her slacks drop, kicking them to the side, before rising up to kneel on the bed, sliding one hand up along Alex’s thigh as she did so.
“What would make you happy, baby?” She breathed, pressing a chaste, impatient kiss to Alex's abdomen, “My tongue? My fingers?”
Alex whimpered, eyes flitting from her eyes to her lips to her chest and then her hand, fighting the urge to hide her face- she knew well enough now that Casey wouldn't let her hide from her, not like that in bed- the redhead took too much pleasure out of seeing the usually impenetrable blonde blush beneath her.
“You're- the stuff you left, I never took it out of the closet,” she said, her mouth moving before her mind had even processed, body too needy to wait for her to catch up. “The.. get the thickest one.”
“The thickest one,” Casey mused, pressing the side of her face against one of Alex’s hip bones, staring up at her through her eyelashes. “You couldn't take it before. You're sure?”
“I- don't question- I just need to feel full, I want it, please.” Alex breathed in sharply, and then let out a broken groan, her face looking almost pained when she closed her eyes. “Please, just go get it. Please.”
Casey’s weight left her lower body, and Alex opened her eyes to see Casey stretched up, fetching the box she kept on the upper rung of her closet shelves. Her back muscles, the column of her spine- watching her made Alex feel almost perverted, but she was drooling.
She adjusted the harness with practiced ease, and then fetched the black silicone Alex had been referring to, and Alex groaned again softly at the sight of it.
False veins ribbed over the sides of it, raised to the point she could eye them despite the short distance and the lower lighting in the bedroom. It was thick, thicker than any real phallus could be, and long enough to make any man who had one similar celebrated. It fit Casey perfectly, strangely, the calm sort of caring ferocity in her combined with the absolute weapon hoisted between her thighs.
The way she treated it had Alex’s sex pulsing so tight she may as well have already been climaxing.
Casey’s head tilted back slightly, the column of her throat on display as she made a soft sound in her throat. Her fingers laced around it, pulling her fist back and forth briefly, and Alex knew she was simply testing to ensure it was properly secured but the sight did something to her no other person alive could elicit.
She crouched to take the lube out of the box she’d retrieved and Alex watched her do so despite considering to herself that she was so wet she really doubted they needed it- just to watch her carefully pump her fist back and forth over the silicone, a glistening sheen left on it before she was satisfied. She tossed the bottle on the corner of the bed in case she’d need to reapply it, before sauntering back over.
Alex was wrecked already.
Her pale skin was flushed, body almost seeming to glow golden as a thin layer of sweat reflected the dim lamplight, her breast rising and falling quickly as she panted through her lips for air. Her legs were parted, knees up, and they framed Casey as she found herself between them.
Alex's hand, thin and tapered fingers, slid slowly from her ribcage to her sex, delving between the swollen folds on her labia, parting herself open, displaying the throb of her clit and the wetness that seaped from her core. The apex of her thighs was soaked, skin coated in the glossy fluid of arousal.
She shuddered, legs shaking just strong enough for Casey to notice and place her hands on her knees, guiding Alex to wrap them around her waist.
Casey opened her mouth to speak but all that came was a low rasp, a groan of utter heat at the display before her.
“Get ready,” she forced out in a whisper. Alex had been beyond ready since the moment Casey had shown up.
The rounded tip of the strap bumped against Alex’s clit as Casey’s hand guided the silicone down, stroking the length of her slit once to further coat the toy in fluid, and Alex bit back a moan she knew she had no hope of containing for much longer.
The first stretch burned, tight and slow as Casey crept her hips closer, eyes frozen on Alex’s face for the first sign that the discomfort was too much for her, but the blonde made no move to stop her. Her breathing quickened dramatically, heart pounding at her ribcage, eyes fluttering shut as she leaned her head back.
“Yes,” she breathed so softly Casey read her lips rather than heard, “God, yes.”
“Mm,” Casey coaxed, her torso curling slowly down towards her, each movement of her body calculated and smooth. “There's my girl.”
“You’re so gentle,” Alex gasped, shifting her head up, desperation clawing at her throat and deep inside the cunt that had barely been breached. “But you don't need to be. Fuck me, please. So hard that- fuck me so hard I’ll be filled with *your* kid. Please. God, please.”
Casey raised her eyebrows, but with the blush coating her cheeks and the nearly ravenous look in her eyes she didn't need to be told twice.
Alex choked on a scream when Casey thrust forward, not violent and not particularly harsh, but with the girth of the toy the smooth, persist snap of her hips the sensation was overpowering. Flooding her senses and rushing out the traces of stress and guilt, the only thing left on her mind how warm and how full she felt, the coil in her abdomen tight.
“Keep- yes- mhm,” Alex stammered, the hand not holding herself apart raising to slap gently on Casey’s shoulder when Casey slowed her movements in favor of her comfort, her jaw falling open.
Casey pulled back slowly, and then pushed quickly in, Alex’s body jolting and stretching to encompass and accommodate the attentions it so desperately required. Blonde hair swirled on the sheets as Alex’s spine bowed off the mattress, her muscles tensing, face contoured in the utter feeling of being so full.
The redhead didn't pause, affirmed that Alex would actively tell her if it got too much, and began to establish a rhythm of her hips that had Alex more vocal than she thought she might ever have been before.
Her entire abdomen felt warm, molten honey hot in her veins, dripping down her sex onto the sheets and coating the strap. Her body felt grounded, finally realized to the potential it wanted to be, beneath the woman she loved getting the attention she'd so craved.
She whined, body thrashing until Casey leaned to wrap both hands around her waist, caging her in her grasp.
It felt like fireworks of pleasure shooting up her spine, easing the ache of her frustration and simultaneously making the coil of her lust so much tighter. She thought she may faint from the intensity of the redhead’s face, the hunger in her eyes, the feeling of being gazed down upon like she was about to be ravaged.
Fingers slid from her waist to her hips, pressing her down on the sheets, and Casey breathed in once, a slow pull to prepare herself, before she pushed forward so brutally Alex saw stars.
She gave her no time to recover. Casey’s bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, her fingernails tight in Alex’s skin in a prickle of pain that made the pleasure only more intense, fucking into her at a steady pace but a depth that made Alex cry out sharply.
“Fuck, fuck-” Alex sobbed, tears pricking at her waterlines for a second time, although the cause of which she could not be happier with.
Casey’s skin slapped in quick intervals against her, Alex’s breast forced to sway along with the pounding motion, her breathing hitching, body curling desperately. Her hips jumped and stuttered, each drag of the silicone against the sensitive walls of her cunt agony in the most heavenly way possible.
She climaxed before she knew she was going too, cum spurting out to dampen the sheets and Casey’s pelvis as her pussy clenched down tight around the faux phallus.
Casey seemed to realize, but she didn't stop, her eyes dark with intent as she kept her body rocking diligently against her until Alex groaned and raised a hand up to motion her to stop.
“Jesus,” Alex panted, her chest flushed pink with a blush that had coated her face along with her torso. “God, I- … God.”
Casey huffed, an amused little sound from the back of her throat, pulling the shaft which she had frozen still impeding deep within her out, slowly.
“You're okay? You feel better?”
“Mhm,” she wanted to nod, but a whelm of exhaustion crashed over her, the previous state of stress quite literally fucked out of her. She was left with a warm feeling, somewhere deep within her, her body feeling soft and her mind feeling soothed.
The sound of Casey unclipping the harness from her and letting it drop to the floor played quietly in the now quiet room, and then Casey kneeled on the bed beside her, toppling herself onto her side to lay next to her woman. She kissed her forehead lightly, cupping her jaw with her hand and running a thumb gently over her cheek.
“When I came back from the Congo, I really … I thought I’d be doing this whole pregnancy thing alone.” Alex murmured, twisting her body to the side to face her lover, “I still don't… you're so understanding about all the odd things I’m discovering about how … how this all works for me. Even when I can't handle it, you do.”
Casey studied her. Alex’s eyes were barely open but from the blue she could see beneath her layer of her lashes, she was intentful. Asking, gently. The redhead's face slid softly into a smile.
“I always wanted to commit to something more serious,” Casey breathed. “I just wasn't in the place to do so, during my suspension. I wanted you to have me, seriously, but when I was at my best, not when I felt so lost. I’m more than happy to do this with you.”
“I thought it would've scared you off.” Alex murmured, looking away, her voice lowered and almost numb. The sort of breathless confession of a reality she thought she’d accepted until it had been proven otherwise. “We used to mess around, and then I spontaneously ended up in the Congo, and I didn't expect you to be waiting- or even… want anything after that. And then I came back pregnant. Jesus, Casey, it was a lot for me, but for you…”
Casey frowned gently, nestling slightly closer. “I know it changed a lot, in life and such, but it- you being pregnant doesn't change what's important for me. I love you. I have loved you. If you allow me into the life of your child, I'll love them too.”
Alex hiccuped back a watery laugh, something hollow and yet heartfelt. “It's not like I’m on bad terms with… the sperm donor. But if I had known you’d be here with me, like this- I… you heard what I said. I wish it could've been you who fucked this into me.”
Casey raised her eyebrows and then gave a light shrug. “The night’s young,” she said, a joke in her voice Alex scoffed at, but it felt reassuring.
They laid there, Alex bare and Casey mostly, both vulnerable yet in a state in which they could never be more comfortable. Casey’s eyes traced her face slowly as Alex’s eyes fluttered shut, briefly, the curve of her cheekbones, the soft lines the years had made on her face.
“You still haven't eaten anything,” Casey chided gently, raising her upper half up to stand and fetch something for her. “What are you in the mood for?”
Alex paused, eyes opening, and the way her eyes had shaded over dark had Casey’s stomach slowly curl tighter.
“I think I would like to taste something else, actually,” she mused, sitting up slowly, her limbs stretching out as she sat up to guide Casey back down. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips, parting and glancing down Casey’s abdomen with suddenly renewed energy hot in her veins. Casey looked up at her breathlessly, need suddenly spiking in her cunt.
Casey was suffocating the music felt as though it were pulling through her, vibrating across her ribs. The air was thick enough to mute her gaze, hazy flecks of neon flooding her peripheral view. The edge of her vest of slick to her chest, dampened at the waist. Bodies of people shed long forgotten to ask the names of crowding her new apartment. She could vaguely hear Amanda howling with laughter somewhere behind. Her body fell finally to the condensate glossed wall, sliding the sill right and clambering out onto the fire escape.
The relief was instant, hard Manhattan air whipping back at her. Her flush skin bruised yet soothed. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back. Allowing the wind to curl across the curve of her ear, brushing her hair to the side. She had no idea how a simple house warming had become this, but first they’d invited Olivia across the hall, she’d called the third floor and everything had simply snowballed from there. Some guy called Fin had hooked up a Strauss sound system - stollen from-by his uncle, to Casey’s old I pod, she’d heard some place an order for forty pizzas, a kid called Munch had lost and bet and was paying.
“Fuckkk.” Casey sighed, finally allowing her shoulder to sag, patting down her cargos for a familiar pouch. Popping a perfectly rolled joint between her lips the redhead took a step back. Her hips softly swaying as she twisted the end, twisting the lightly between her fingers.
“Rough night?” The voice came, as though from nowhere. The heavens.
Casey’s head flung up, her hand instinctively slotting the joint being her ear and fluffing her hair. Using her hands as a visitor the redhead took a step forward, towards the edge of the fire escape.
There she was, the most softened shade of blue, the kind of blue that mad Casey curious to how there could be any bad connotations of the word. “Sorry—.” The voice continued, accompanied by a sudden burst of laughter, a sound Casey found hard to replicate. Her gaze flickered down to lips. Shells. Something some naturally pouted, structures haunted by a voice which absorbed.
Casey gawked, her jaw slack. Dry lips suddenly moistened.
“Sorry.” She stated again, shifting her neck slightly to look down at Casey, perched on the third stop of the fire escape, in nothing but her old track T-shirt and underwear, slick kimono shifted open. Her hair clipped back and smouldered, her thumbs pushing the perspiration on her wine glass. “I didn’t mean to—whatever… you, please.” She cleared she throated, gesturing towards Casey’s ear. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Did she fucking blush?
Casey’s teeth tapped together, her breath finally evening, an odd almost perplexed turn to her expression as she lit the joint carefully. Cupping the tip with her palm, twisting the roach against her tongue. Her lips still dry from the crowd, useless.
“Here.” Before she could even look up, the cool brush of glass touched her temple. She blonde now perch on the edge of the step reaching toward her - offering a wine glass. Half drink, her lip stick still smudge the the edge of it.
“Thanks.” Casey muttered, reaching up past her own face to collect the glass, barely acknowledging how the blondes index stretch out the graze the tip of her nose.
“Bad night?” The blonde offered, her body shifting slightly as though to see Casey better, turning to heighten a candle, reaching to place it on the ledge. A soft amber painting Casey’s slick skin, she couldn’t help but linger on the soft extracts of golden brown which rested in wisps at her temples, the back of her neck…
She shook her head lightly, glancing back into the party, over the wall, at the city. Yet again her vision was pulled around, as the other woman took a heavy sip from Her glass, the remnant smudge of lipstick now pressing against the strangers mouth… coating her teeth, kissing her throat.
Casey tilted her head back, eye finally falling inline with her visitor. Her eyelashes, so long one would fear drifting, bashful, greeted by a complimentary flush. Cerulean, hourglass. Casey took her time, studying the face. Plain against the dim flicker of candles and street lights.
Casey coughed back a laugh, flicking her chin up to observe the other woman from a different angle. Drawing her shoulders back, the thick band of wires that decorated her bicep stretched. The same familiar patterning visible at the hem of her jeans, tones abdomen flexed.
The visitor swallowed, Casey spoke. Voice hindered by the smoke, the partying, her presence. “You live in 23 right? The one with the wind chimes.” The blondes brow quivered, Casey couldn’t help but smirk, taking a drag of the joint before flicking the ash to the tip of her boot.
“How did you—-“ her neighbour started, only to be cut off by the familiar signal of smoke. The redheads arm stretched out offering the habit. The blondes eyes sharpened lightly, she couldn’t help but notice. The small graze that traces the side of Casey’s hand; other aged scars crawling up to her elbows, cut off by her shirt, shaded by a plethora of tattoos.
Casey shrugged, “I pay attention.”
She took the joint, leaning down, the edge of her shirt falling to show case her bare reach of her chest, the faint consolations of her. The daunted dips of her shoulders, carved by hand. Casey suddenly found herself curious by a many world of things that had never intrigued her. Déjà vu, reincarnation, the familiarity of the situation suddenly tarnished by the harsh grey line of smoke which down cast onto Casey’s face.
Her fingers had brushed her own, yet she allowed it to linger, switching the joint between hands as, Casey hooked her pinkie within the other woman’s before she could pull away completely. The blonde faulted, her hand flying to the other woman’s shoulder to steady herself against the mental stairs. She huffed lightly, before allowing a small indentation of a smile greet her.
Yet nothing came, Casey simply towered over her, her hands linked, the redhead simply observing her. Crouched slightly as she squinted, registering, indiscreet.
The blonde allowed it. For what reason she wasn’t completely sure, her apparent new neighbour, intoxicated and sweaty, vaguely panting and looking at her as though she were mere moisture.
“You’re awfully observant.” The blonde kicked back, with a grin, crossing her legs as she drew back to lean against the steps. Forcing the redheads attention and presence away - only slightly. Their fingers still linked, Casey’s pointer slowly drawing across the back of her hand. The redheads gaze finally falling to her face, capturing her mouth as she took yet another indulgent drag, tilting her head back, stretching her neck to blow the scent away, she eyes fell closed.
When she turned back, Casey could have sworn she drowned. In that moment, all else but faint glint of a mere strangers eyes, false reds painting her waterline as the high hit her. Her head turned just enough for the light that highlighted her left side. Her cheek illuminated, plump and bare. Casey felt as through her teeth itched. Surly to be so slight less was to die? At a force so great it could only be natural.
“I’m Casey.” The redhead offered finally, after pause that had felt millennia. The blondes expression altered, her vision blurred at the edges, the dimple in her chin increasing as her smile softly down turned. Her hand slowly unlinking from the other woman’s, who softly shuddered as she draw her nails across the metatarsal, crawling the side of her hand before finally pressing their palms together. Fingers twisted and tightened by the blonde who playfully pulled the redhead a step closer in introduction.
Her free hand reaching for the joint once more as the smoked passed between them, “it’s very nice to meet you Casey.”
“You know.” The redhead started, her body almost slithered as she bent to place an arm on the step above the blondes head, draped over her now. Their hands pulled up between them as Casey pressed her lips against the other woman’s knuckles. “Le nostre bocche si sono già toccate.” Her lips travelling up the palm offered to her, tongue flicking gently over the faint intent of what she assumed had been a watch. Thumb stroking at the anxious flesh that coated the side of her nails, red and flush, picked and chewed. The redhead frowned, though she did not grimace, kissing each nail individually.
The neighbour could not her shudder, her chest shifting at the contact, she hummed low and methodical, till the tip of her point finger pulled back to pressed across her top lip. Wine the reminisce of wine from the corner. Eye coated, flickering up to meet her own - a shared laughed.
“And what exactly does that mean?” The blonde teased, yet her attention followed the finger, pulling at the side of the redheads cheek, pushing at the bone. So perfectly angular, till grazing her temple mechanically with her thumb.
our mouths have touched already
The redhead merely grinned, their mouths so close she could have sworn to feeling their lips grace, the breath of the other woman’s shallow huff as she pulled back slightly. Before dipping down to her elbow, forcing the blonde back further, her hand flying up to grasp Casey’s bicep, fingers curled into the strap of her vest.
The redhead simply grinned, one leg already planted on the step behind now rose to press between the opening of her legs. Though she did not press. The joint suddenly moving between them again, the blonde simply watched, eyes heavy, chest tight yet her breath felt freer than she had allowed herself before. The redhead inhaled her tongue peaking out slightly to wet her lips as she again dipped and blew the smoke directly into the other woman’s awaiting mouth. The smoke seeping across their gestures, weighted and soft as the blonde obliged to the request, pulling the smoke back between her own teeth slowly. Coughing gently on exhale.
She’d gone silent again. Casey. Joint now resting beside them, her hand cupping the other woman’s face guiding it finally lay flat against the metal step. The material cooling the flush of neck and ears. She gasped lightly. She was in over head, surly? This was what nervous breakdown looked like surly, people like Alexandra Cabot didn’t kiss strangers on fire escapes, no matter how pretty their accent. Yet as the draining voice of her mother slowly dampened and the high finally in full swing. The blonde finally allowed her body to relax, enjoying the warm motions of her neighbours hands against her legs, creeping up her thigh. Lips so plump you could stand a pin in them.
Then.
“Wait.” Her hand shot out, body up before she could gather a sentence, hunching over the other woman’s shoulder as she caught her. A look of confusion holding Casey’s features and the blonde continued, her lips brushing the redheads ear as she spoke. “My name is Alex by the way.”
Casey wanted to laugh in that moment, yet her call was quietened by a mouth. Alex’s mouth. Their lips twisting in tandem, the blondes soft pants soothed as her hands fisted into Casey’s hair, as though forbidding her from pulling back. Teeth sunk to her bottom lip, a moan coating their shared space.
The music from the party suddenly picked up, glass smashing and people cheering, jolting them always with a pull of silva between them. Casey groaned, her forehead falling to Alex’s chest with a heavy breath. Before whispering “well then you better get dressed Alex.” She pulled back with a smirk, her hand still circling at the flesh of her thigh, tugging slightly. Pecking the blondes mouth again teasingly. “We’ve got a party to get to.”
Not sure have I feel about the ending, let me know I guess?
Hihi :) decided to try my hand at this. Not on a fixed schedule, but all fics will be posted sometime in October, with links being added on this masterlist.
special victims unit ↓
Orgasm Denial/Edging— "Such a Fucking Priss"
··· dom!c.novak × sub!a.cabot _ alexandra is very composed after coming back from the congo, and her life has become one gala and one high stakes fundraiser after the next. she's too composed, by far, for casey's liking.
Face Sitting— "Head Held High"
··· dom!a.cabot × sub!c.novak _ casey's the type of newbie with stars in her eyes and ambition that makes people flinch, but she has a lot to learn. alex provides her with a hands-on demonstration of proper posture.
Threesome— "Stone Fruit"
··· dom!a.cabot × c.novak × a.chase _ amelia realizes the woman she's been hooking up with has been seeing someone else- of course, her most prominent thought is what the other woman who caught alexandra's eye tastes like.
Hate Sex— "Bulletpoints of Reasons (to Leave Again)"
··· dom!c.novak × o.benson _ since coming back from suspension and post elliot's sudden absence, olivia just can't seem to be the slightest bit respectful, and casey needs to make her listen.
Breeding Kink— "Hold the World in the Palm of my Hand"
··· c.novak × pregnant!a.cabot _ casey realizes that alex's hormones are affecting her in a very particular way, and God save her if she won't immediately get on her knees to provide her girlfriend with whatever possible.
Temperature Play— "Portable Heater (you'd get cold without")
··· a.cabot × c.novak _ it's been too long since alex has thought of anything other than casework, and an offhand comment from the wife she's barely been able to see between scheduling conflicts leads her to believe what they both need in a night in a world just their own.
criminal minds ↓
Spanking— "Time in the World"
··· dom!e.greenaway × sub!fem!reader _ it's been a long case, and you're utterly impatient to get your hands on your gorgeous girlfriend; she tries her best to teach you the value of patience.
Role Play— "Put Some Faith in Me"
··· e.greenaway × e.prentiss _ after an argument with hotch, emily is given the contact info for a woman rossi tells her could help- one thing leads to another, and those things land her in that woman's bed
Double Penetration— "Experiment with Experience"
··· dom!a.blake × j.jareau × fem!reader _ jj admits that despite realizing she's into women, she hasn't been with one, and she has trouble imagining that it'll feel as intense as it does with men. alex and reader, who have a history, make it a point to provide her with a night full of answers to questions she didn't know she had.
Restraints— "Weightless"
··· e.prentiss × j.jareau _ emily struggles with giving up the strength and rough edges her life has shaped into her soul, and jj often feels powerless. a joint combined with a lighthearted comment leads to both women getting what they want.
misc. ↓
Aftercare— "Dragon eats Knight, Maiden tames Dragon"
··· a.chase × j.sycamore _ amelia's jagged, and she knows that. she's consuming in the way that aids her work life and used to tear apart the softer moments, back when she attempted to have them. a hookup with a divorcee whose intriguing in many more ways than one offers her the realization that being the way she is and being held aren't incompatible feats.
Daddy Kink— "The Cat has Seen Things"
··· dom!a.borin × fem!reader _ the reader's cat interrupts borin's foreplay, but when the reader uses a specific name in reference to themselves, abigail realizes it might've awoken something in her that she hadn't realized the extent to which she'd enjoy.
