[wlwnovak]

Too Good to be True

hi guys! I know it's been a while but here's the sequel to Bribery, But it's Totally Romantic

After a few months of dating, y/n's hidden trauma resurfaces, sending her spiraling into the fear that something this good couldn't possibly last. Casey doesn't push. She just finds her own quiet way to prove her wrong.

word count: 3.4k

(fair warning, im kinda trauma dumping through y/n lol)

The witness stand felt smaller than you remembered.

You'd testified before, plenty of times in fact , but never with Casey standing ten feet away in a burgundy suit, addressing you like you were nothing more than Detective Y/N, first officer on scene.

"Detective, can you walk the jury through what you observed when you arrived?"

Her voice was even, clipped in that particular courtroom cadence she used, no warmth in it, none of the softness you'd gotten used to over the past few months. You knew it was an act. You knew she had to be exactly this: sharp, unshakable, a woman the jury could trust with the truth. But some small, foolish part of you still ached at the distance.

You answered her questions the way you'd been trained to. Focused on the facts, no hesitation.

Defense tried to rattle you on cross, they knew you were young and not very experienced at the job, so they used it against you. Implied you'd jumped to conclusions, implied your report was sloppy, implied a dozen small things designed to plant doubt. Either way, you held your ground. When you glanced toward the prosecution table, just once, Casey's expression didn't so much as flicker. But there was something steady in her eyes that told you she saw exactly how well you were doing.

Olivia and Elliot were behind her. And judging by Elliot's smug face you could tell you nailed it.

By the time closing arguments wrapped, your shirt was sticking to your back and your hands hadn't fully stopped shaking, the good kind of adrenaline, the kind that came from doing something hard and doing it right.

The jury took four hours:

Guilty on all counts.

You caught up with your girlfriend on the courthouse steps, coat still half-buttoned, evening traffic humming past below. Casey was tucking a folder into her bag, hair falling loose from the twist she'd worn all day, looking for just a second like herself again instead of ADA Novak.

"You were incredible in there," you said, breathless with something that wasn't just the cold.

She looked up, and there it was, that smile, the real one, tired around the edges but warm. "Couldn't have done it without you. Defense counsel looked ready to eat his own tie by the end."

You laughed, stepping closer without thinking about it, the pull toward her as natural now as breathing. Your hand found the front of her coat, fingers curling into the lapel, and you leaned in.

Casey's hand caught your wrist. Gentle but firm.

"Sweetheart." Her voice dropped, quiet enough that only you could hear it. "Not here."

You froze, cheeks going hot. "Casey, there's nobody-"

"There's always somebody." She didn't let go of your wrist, but she didn't pull you closer either , just held the space between you. "Defense counsel's paralegal is twenty feet away pretending to check her phone. If anyone so much as suspects we're together, they'll use it. A retrial, an appeal, an ethics complaint. Everything we just won, everything that family just got, could unravel over a rumor."

You swallowed hard, the adrenaline curdling into something closer to shame. "You're right… I wasn't thinking."

"I know." Her thumb brushed once, briefly, over your pulse point, before she let your wrist go entirely and stepped back, restoring the careful distance between you. "I wanted to. For the record."

You gave her a shy smirk.

Something flickered across her face, guilt, maybe, or just the same ache you were feeling. Neither of you moved for a second.

"ADA Novak, a word please?" Some reporters gathered nearby.

"I'll call you tonight," she said finally. "We'll talk. I promise."

You nodded, throat tight, and watched her walk down the steps.

You didn't get far before you heard footsteps falling into step beside you.

"Hey." Olivia's voice was easy, casual in the way that always somehow felt like an invitation rather than an interrogation. "First time on the stand for a big one, right?"

"Yeah." You tried for casual too, and mostly missed. "It went okay, I think."

She studied you for a second too long, that particular look she had, the one that had cracked open more suspects than her badge probably had. "Okay? You did great!"

You opened your mouth to deflect. Nothing came out.

She could tell something was up.

"C'mon," she said, already turning toward the corner. "There's a coffee place two blocks down. My treat. You look like you could use a minute before you head back."

The café was quiet, tucked between the noise of the afternoon crowd, and Olivia let the silence sit for a while after your coffees arrived, like she knew better than to push. You turned your cup slowly, watching the steam curl up.

"I feel kind of stupid ranting to you about this," you finally admitted.

"Try me."

"It's not even work stuff."

Olivia leaned back, unbothered. "Even better. I could use a break from work stuff." When you still hesitated, she softened. "Y/N. I mean it. Whatever it is, I want you to feel like you can come to me. For anything."

That undid something in you a little.

"It's Casey," you said quietly.

Olivia's eyebrows lifted, just slightly, but she didn't look surprised. "Okay, what happened?"

You stared at your cup, avoiding eye contact. "After the trial, I just—I was so excited about how well it went that I forgot and I tried to kiss her on the steps. She stopped me. Told me someone could've seen, that it could mess up the case, mess up everything."

"She's not wrong to be careful."

"I know that. I do. It's not even about her being wrong, because she isn't."

You exhaled, frustration and something rawer tangled together. "It's just- this is the first time in my life something's actually been good, Liv. Like, really good. And every single time something good happens to me, some part of my brain starts waiting for the part where it falls apart. So the second she pulled away today, even for a completely reasonable reason, that part of me just lit up like… see? Told you. Too good to be true."

Olivia was quiet for a moment, turning her own cup slowly.

"That's a hard thing to carry," she said finally. "Waiting for the other shoe to drop, even when nobody's holding a shoe."

"It's exhausting," you admitted. "Being scared of something I want that badly."

"For what it's worth," Olivia said, "Casey doesn't strike me as the type to let something good slip through her fingers over one moment of caution. She was careful today because she's protecting the both of you, not because she's pulling away." She nudged your coffee closer, like the smallest push in the right direction. "You shouldn't have to carry that fear alone… after all, you are a couple and she loves you. I've known Casey for a while now and I can tell she truly cares about you. She'd probably want to know if you're going through something, especially if she can do something to ease that pain."

You nodded slowly, some of the tightness in your chest finally starting to loosen.

"Thanks, Liv."

"Anytime." She tossed a bill on the table and squeezed your shoulder as she walked away.

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Paperwork had never felt so endless.

Your phone buzzed against the desk. 

Casey 🍜: Dinner tonight? Or just takeout, if you're tired.

You looked at it. Read it twice. Your thumb even hovered over the keyboard.

And then you set the phone face-down and kept typing your report.

You didn't know why. That was the worst part—there wasn't a reason, not really. Just some quiet, stubborn weight in your chest that wouldn't let your fingers move. You knew Casey hadn't done anything wrong. You knew this wasn't really about dinner, or takeout, or even the courthouse steps this morning.

But some old, tired part of you had already started pulling away before you'd even decided to. Quietly. Just enough. Like if you let the distance in first, on your own terms, it couldn't be used against you later.

It didn't make sense. You knew it didn't make sense. But the part of you steering right now wasn't interested in sense, just in not being the one left standing there if your fear ended up becoming real.

Your phone lit up again. A call this time. Casey's name, her photo, the one you took of her laughing at something you said, wine glass in hand. You watched it ring until it stopped.

This is stupid, you thought. You know she's not the problem. Answer the phone.

You didn't.

Across the bullpen, Olivia's desk phone rang. You weren't listening, not really, until you caught your own name.

"Yeah, she's here," Olivia said, glancing over at you. "Finishing some paperwork."

Your eyes met hers for a second too long. Something passed between you, she didn't say anything else, just a small nod, like she understood exactly what was happening before you'd said a word about it.

She hung up, walked over, and rested a hand on your shoulder.

"Go home," she said, gentle but not a suggestion. "Call her. I'll finish this."

"Liv, I can—"

"Y/N." Just your name, quiet. "Go home."

You didn't call her on the way home. You couldn't make yourself. But somewhere between the precinct and your apartment, you opened the chat thread and stared at it for two full stops on the train.

You: takeout

That was it. That was all you could give it.

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.

Casey: 👍

You stared at the thumbs-up until the letters blurred. Something in your chest cracked open, sudden and stupid and entirely disproportionate to a two-word text exchange, and by the time you got off the train you were blinking hard against tears that made no sense at all. You felt unhinged. Like you were losing your grip on something you couldn't even name.

She didn't do anything wrong, you kept telling yourself. You know that. So why does it feel like this?

When you got home, the smell of reheated lo mein greeted you before Casey did. She was still in her suit pants and button-up shirt, stirring a carton with a fork, hair pulled back messy.

"Hey," she said without turning around. "Figured since you went quiet, you weren't up for going out. Hope Chinese is okay."

"Hi," you said. Your voice came out smaller than you meant it to.

You didn't move closer. You just stood there, in your own doorway, feeling impossibly far away from someone twelve feet away.

Casey turned then, and whatever she saw on your face made her set the fork down immediately.

"Come here," she said, quiet. Not a demand. An offer.

You crossed the kitchen on legs that didn't quite feel like yours, and when she cupped your jaw and kissed you, soft and unhurried, something in your chest that had been holding on all day simply gave out.

You started crying before you even realized you'd started crying. Not delicate tears, the kind that came with a shaking breath and a stupid, mortified apology already forming in your throat.

"Hey, hey." Casey didn't panic. She never did. She just wrapped both arms around you and held on, steady as ever, one hand splayed warm against your back. "I've got you. Breathe with me, okay? In through your nose."

You tried. It took a few attempts before your breath actually followed hers.

"I don't even know why I'm crying," you managed, voice thick and humiliated. "Nothing happened. You didn't do anything. I just- I ignored you all day for no reason, and I don't even know why, and now I can't stop-"

"Shh. You don't have to explain anything right now." She guided you both down onto the couch, pulling you into her side like it was the easiest thing in the world. "Just breathe. We'll talk when you're ready."

She didn't ask you to hurry. She didn't look confused or hurt, even though you knew, rationally, that you'd probably hurt her a little today. She just held you until your breathing evened out and the shaking stopped, and only then, gently, did she ask.

"Tell me what today was really about."

So you did. Haltingly at first, then all at once: the courthouse steps, the coffee with Olivia, the thing you now knew was true and stupid at the same time: that some part of you couldn't let yourself believe something this good was allowed to just be good, so the second anything cracked, even a little, even for a completely reasonable reason, that part of you had gone looking for the bad ending it was so sure was coming.

"And today, when you pulled back on the steps," you said quietly, "I know that wasn't a bad sign. I know you were protecting us. But it still felt like one. And I hated that I couldn't just—turn it off. So some stupid part of me wanted you to feel as bad as I did. Which doesn't even make sense, because none of this is your fault and I can't stand the thought of you hurting."

Casey was quiet for a moment, her fingers moving slowly through your hair.

"It makes more sense than you think," she said finally. "I know that feeling. Waiting for something good to prove itself fake, so you can say you saw it coming instead of getting blindsided." Her voice softened further, almost disbelieving. "Half the time, I don't understand how someone as brilliant, as good, as you somehow ended up choosing me. Some nights I catch myself waiting for the moment you realize you could do better. So believe me, I understand the fear."

You looked up at her, eyes still wet. "That's not fair. You're not supposed to have any of that too."

She huffed something like a laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Nobody's supposed to. We just do." Her arms tightened around you. "For what it's worth—I'm not going anywhere. Not because of a dry text message, not because of anything. You hear me, baby?"

You let yourself sink into her, finally, fully, the tension in your shoulders draining out for the first time all day.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"You don't need to apologize," Casey murmured against your hair. "You need dinner. It's gotten cold twice now."

You laughed, a little broken, but real.

She kissed your temple once more before easing up to grab the food. "Now scoot over. We're eating on this couch and you're not allowed to disappear on me again today."

You both ate dinner together and thankfully all the overthinking and stressful thoughts were nowhere to be found.

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"I can't believe I didn't even think to bring pajamas," Casey said, rifling through your drawer. "Guess I'm stealing one of yours"

"Bad news," you called from the bathroom, "everything's in the laundry bin. I was gonna do a load this weekend."

She appeared in the doorway, eyebrow raised. "Oh really? So what am I supposed to sleep in?"

You crossed your arms, feigning deep consideration. "Guess we'll have to improvise."

"Improvise how, exactly?"

"I'm thinking..." You stepped closer, fingers hooking loosely into the collar of her borrowed shirt. "No pajamas required tonight."

Casey's mouth curved slowly. "Detective, are you propositioning me?"

"Depends. Is it working?"

"Very much so" She pulled you in by the waist before you could say anything else, and the laugh that had been sitting on your lips dissolved the second her mouth met yours.

Her hands slid up your back slow and deliberate, fingertips finding the hem of your shirt and pausing there, silently asking. You answered by pulling it over your head yourself, and she made a low, appreciative sound against your throat that made your knees go a little unreliable.

You returned the favor, working the buttons of her shirt open one by one while she toyed with the clasp of your bra like she had all the time in the world, unhurried even as her breath went uneven against your skin. By the time you'd backed toward the bed, there was a trail of clothes marking the whole path there, and Casey's laugh, soft, warm, a little breathless, was the last clear thing you heard before the lamp clicked off.

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Sunlight was already spilling through the gap in the curtains when you woke, warm and golden across the sheets. Casey was still asleep beside you, sprawled on her stomach with one arm tucked under the pillow, and the light caught her hair in a way that stopped you cold, every strand a different shade of copper and gold, scattered messily across the pillow like something out of a painting.

You didn't move. You just watched her, the slow rise and fall of her shoulders, the freckles across her nose you never got tired of counting, the soft, unguarded stillness of her face that she never let the rest of the world see.

You were fairly sure you'd never seen anything more beautiful in your life.

"You're staring," Casey murmured, eyes still closed, voice thick with sleep.

You startled slightly. "I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to." One corner of her mouth tugged upward, though her eyes remained shut. "I can feel it. You've got a very specific kind of staring silence."

"That's not a real thing."

"It absolutely is. I've catalogued it." She finally cracked one eye open, squinting against the sun, and found you already smiling at her.

"The sun really likes your hair," you said, reaching out to brush a strand back from her face, just to feel it slip through your fingers. "Kind of unfair, honestly. Some of us haven't even brushed our teeth yet and you're out here looking like that."

Casey huffed a sleepy laugh, turning her head further into the pillow. "Flattery this early is suspicious."

"It's not flattery if it's true."

That got both her eyes open. She studied you for a moment, something soft and a little disbelieving passing over her face, the same look from last night, like she still hadn't quite gotten used to being looked at like that.

"Come here," she said, voice still rough with sleep, tugging you back down against her shoulder before you could protest the morning breath. "Five more minutes. I need my morning snuggles."

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After spending the entire weekend together, you started your week in a much better mood, and Olivia could tell by the look on your face.

Monday was nothing out of the ordinary but Tuesday started a bit different.

You'd almost missed it at first: a tiny paper flower sitting on the corner of your desk, folded with more care than skill, petals slightly uneven. You picked it up, turning it over in your fingers, and something in your chest went warm before you'd even let yourself think about who it might be from.

You had a pretty good guess.

Wednesday brought a small paper bag from the bakery two blocks from the precinct, the good one, the one with the lemon shortbread you'd mentioned exactly once, months ago, in passing. No note. No name.

You didn't need one.

By Thursday there was a teddy bear. Small, a little lopsided, the kind you'd find in a gift shop rather than anywhere fancy, but it was sitting square in the middle of your desk when you got in, like it had been placed there deliberately, patiently, by someone who wanted you to notice without making a scene of it.

After all, you were a detective. You knew exactly what was happening.

You left your desk without a word to anyone and with a smile on your face, walked straight to Casey's office.

She looked up from her paperwork, something amused already tugging at her mouth like she'd been waiting for this exact moment.

"I love you," you said, before she could get a single word out.

Casey blinked, pen stilling. Then her whole face softened into something unguarded, something you'd only seen a handful of times.

"I love you too," she said simply, like it had been sitting there the whole time, ready. Then, after a beat, the corner of her mouth curved. "Did you get the presents?"

"I did." You crossed the room and perched on the edge of her desk. "It's honestly the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me."

Casey waved a hand, a little bashful in a way she rarely let herself be. "Come on. It's just some silly trinkets and pastries."

"It's not, though." You reached for her hand, lacing your fingers through hers. "It's not the trinkets. It's that you understood. You saw what happened to me: the overthinking, the spiral, the way one small thing sent me straight into thinking this was all going to fall apart… and instead of just telling me it was fine, you decided to speak my own language back to me. The same way I used to leave things on your desk when I didn't know how to say it out loud."

Casey's expression shifted, something quiet and a little amazed crossing her face, like she hadn't quite thought of it that way herself until you said it.

"If a kiss on the steps was small enough to trigger all that fear," you continued, "then I guess it makes sense that something just as small could undo it. A flower. A cookie. A ridiculous little bear." You squeezed her hand. "And it works, Case. It actually does."

For a moment she just looked at you, something in her eyes gone soft and slightly overwhelmed.

"I didn't know if it would," she admitted quietly.

"Turns out you know me better than I know myself."

Casey smiled and kissed you. Her hands all over you, nothing at all like the careful distance from the courthouse steps. Just the two of you, in her office, exactly the way it had all started.

[nightfm108]

nightly rituals

synopsis: a glimpse into your and alex's nightly routines after work.

pairing: alex cabot x reader

tags: fluff, comfort, established relationship, smoking, mentions of jason mayberry

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i was originally planning for this to be a little flashback on my baran fic but i cut it out so our favourite doctor has all the attention. it's a waste for me not to upload this so here it is :)))

Even though months have already passed, you can still remember Alex’s exact words when she proposed to you.

“I can't promise you happiness every single day because we both know that things won't always go our way. But what I can promise you is companionship for the rest of our lives.

No matter what happens, I will always be right by your side, even if you get tired of seeing my face sleeping next to you every night.”

Alex didn’t need to ask you to marry her; she already knew that you were going to say yes. 

The ring she’d picked out is simple yet elegant. It doesn’t flaunt because Alex doesn’t need a diamond to do so when she’s already got your arms linked with hers. 

She had proposed to you in this exact spot: in front of the open window next to the small table containing a crystal ashtray, a vintage wooden cigarette box, and a Zippo lighter placed near the edge of the table. 

It’s a nightly routine, the two of you smoking a cigarette after getting home from work to unwind and chat about anything and everything. 

Naturally, tonight’s not an exception. 

The front door quietly opens and shuts, locks clicking in place before you can hear Alex neatly put her heels away in the shoe cabinet next to the coat rack. An exhausted sigh escapes her lips as she tosses her blazer and leather satchel on the back of the couch. 

You can hear her soft footsteps pad their way towards you. She settles right next to you, reaching over to grab a cigarette from the box. You pick up the silver lighter, lighting the tobacco stick for her as a habit. 

The lighter clinks shut satisfyingly, and you place it back on the table.

“How was it?” Alex breaks the comforting silence after blowing the smoke out towards the window.

“The defence was shit. It was an easy win for Novak.” 

Alex hands you her cigarette.

“Yours?” 

“Life without parole.” She silently watches you bring the filter to your lips while she speaks.

A brief silence passes before she takes a step closer to you, casually wrapping her arm around your waist to pull you into her as she takes the cigarette from your hand. 

“I missed you.” 

You’re unable to hide the smile forming on your lips. “We ate lunch in your office earlier.”

“That’s not enough.” Her voice is muffled due to her peppering small pecks along your jaw before resting her chin on the top of your head.

“Bad day?” 

Alex was hesitant to let go of her hold on you when you slithered away into the kitchen.

“Just a long one.” She turns her back on the window, hands placed on the windowsill, leaning against it. Her eyes trail all over your figure, observing your careful movements.

She taps the ash off the cigarette on the ashtray as you arrive with a glass and a bottle of scotch that you always keep on stock for nights like this. 

“You’re too good for me.” Says Alex after handing her the glass filled with the amber-coloured alcohol, she immediately takes a sip before placing it on the table with a small thud. 

“I care for you.” You take a step closer to her, irises tracing the column of her throat and the skin of her chest that’s exposed due to having a few of the buttons undone on her button-up shirt.

Your palms rest against her clavicle, “You do the same thing for me.” 

Alex looks down at you, eyes filled with endless affection and devotion. You watch her take a quick inhale of the cigarette before she tilts your head up with a finger beneath your chin. She slowly exhales as she leans in, the smoke swirling between you and your eyelids flutter close. 

The kiss is soft and unhurried; she savours the sensation of your lips against hers. You melt into her, and the stresses of the day slowly ebb away. The grip of her other hand on your waist relaxes, and she gently runs her thumb up and down, feeling the heat of your skin radiate through your shirt. 

Slowly, you pull away from each other, staying in her arms. Your knees weaken at the sight of a certain look in her eyes, seeing her dilated pupils and slightly flushed cheeks.

“I made us a reservation in that Japanese place you like.” She casually states with a gentle voice, the one she reserves for you.

“You didn’t need to.” Once again, you take the cigarette that’s already been burned halfway through.

“I know.” Alex briefly looks away from you to grab the glass of scotch. 

You take a quick puff of the cigarette, and you exhale the smoke, “Your uncle called me earlier. Said he wants to have Sunday brunch with us.” 

Alex stays unfazed as she drinks from the glass.

“He’s excited to help us plan our wedding. I think I’ve heard him ask his wife about a good baby shower gift.” Her eyes quickly trailed down to the ring on your finger, glinting in the moonlight.

A smile resurfaces on your lips, “Our kids’ gonna be spoiled, aren’t they?”

“She’s going to be reading the code of laws as her bedtime story.” She mirrors the upward curve of your lips.

“Do you think she’ll follow in your footsteps?” 

The thud of the glass against the small wooden table lightly echoes through the momentary silence.

“If that’s what she wants.” 

You hand her back the cigarette.

“I won’t force her to do something she doesn’t want to.” 

A few seconds later, Alex stares into the distance, shifting so she could lean sideways against the windowsill, causing you to take a small step back.

Her sudden silence and distant stare often indicate that her mind has gone elsewhere. 

“You know that you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know.” She lets her gaze fall back on you as you place your hands on her shoulders.

“If you ever have a change of heart at the SVU, I’ll support you wherever you go. Even in white collar.” 

Her irises flit down to your lips before looking back in your eyes. “I’ll think about it.” She whispers.

The two of you stay in the comfort of each other's arms as the cigarette extinguishes itself in the ashtray, leaving behind the white filter.

You notice that Alex is still lingering in her previous thoughts.

“Want me to run us a bath?” You give her a distraction, a chance to silence her mind and relax for a while before heading to bed.

“Later.” Instead of looking at you, she stares out of the window and into the distant cars passing by.

You place a kiss on the underside of her jaw, “Jason Mayberry’s gonna rot in a tiny cell where he won’t be able to hurt women anymore.” 

Alex feels the vibrations of your voice against the sensitive skin of her jaw.

“If it wasn’t for his mother doing inexplicable things to him, then maybe he wouldn’t have turned out that way.” She pauses.

“What if I end up as a bad mother whose child-”

“Alex.” You cut her off, gaining her full attention. 

“You’re going to be a great mom. Those people are already messed up in their heads before they even have a kid. I mean- look at what his mother did to him. You’re nothing like them.” 

The tension that had previously built up in Alex’s shoulders melts away with your reassurance.

“You have a good heart, Alex. It’s one of your best qualities. It’s one of the reasons why I fell in love with you.”

The air in the room returns to one filled with warmth and comfort. An atmosphere that can only be brought about by lovers who are enchanted with each other. 

“Care to tell me the reasons why?” The small smile is back on Alex’s lips.

“You’re pretty, smart, a force to be reckoned with in court, gentle, caring, passionate- the list is long, counsellor.” 

Wide smiles are present on both of your faces, and Alex pulls you closer to her with her hands on your waist. She leans down to place several kisses along your neck to your jaw.

“I should marry you now.” Her breath tickles the spot where she knows is your weak spot. 

“And risk upsetting Uncle Bill?” 

Alex doesn’t move away from your neck.

“He’s going to get over it in a week.” 

A soft giggle comes out of you, and you feel her lips curve into a smile against your skin.

You manage to pull her away from the crook of your neck. “Tell you what, we’ll talk about our elopement tomorrow at dinner. But for now, let’s take a bath.

You’re easily lost staring into her captivating blue eyes, the once cold stare of hers now replaced with a warmth seen in her irises. 

“Deal.”

You can’t wait to spend your entire life with her if this is what’s waiting for you when you get home. 

[prentisssmut]

your little secret series | emily prentiss x reader

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

more coming soon :)

[prentisssmut]

gender reveal | emily prentiss x f!reader

a continuation of the "your little secret" series! let me know if you guys want more!

pairing: emily prentiss x f!reader

contents: definitely medical inaccuracies lol, lots of fluff

You were now well into your second trimester, feeling much better than you had the previous 5 months. You actually looked pregnant now too, the curve of your belly becoming more and more pronounced each day. In addition to your own changes, you noticed that Emily was changing too. In the field, she was always serious, composed, and could handle nearly anything that was thrown at her. But as the pregnancy progressed, she began to soften, even shedding a few tears after some especially hard cases. Not to mention how much more protective she’d become. She did not hesitate to pull you out of the field nowadays and insist you hang back and work from the local precinct. At times it frustrated you, but you also felt a certain tenderness knowing that she was not only looking out for you, but for your unborn baby.

Emily was also insistent on being at every single appointment. Ever since missing the one appointment where you found out you were pregnant, she made sure that she was available for every one following. Today, you were going in for your 20-week anatomy scan, where you’d finally find out the gender of your baby.

“I’m telling you,” Emily said from the driver’s seat. “It’s a girl.” You leaned back in the passenger seat and smiled at her. Even though she wasn’t the one carrying the baby, she’d been looking especially radiant lately. There was a sparkle in her deep brown eyes that you hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

“And on what authority are you making this assumption?”

Emily shrugged, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Dunno, just a gut feeling.” You laughed, reaching across the console to put a hand on her thigh.

“Well I don’t know if your gut is the one we should be trusting, considering it’s my gut that’s carrying this baby.” You used your other hand to rub your belly. 

“Listen, my gut has rarely ever steered me wrong in my 40+ years on this earth, I’ll have you know. Plus, it’s my egg in there…call it other mother’s intuition.” She said through a smile.

“I dunno babe, I really think it’s a boy.”

“For two people who hate being wrong, this is going to be an interesting appointment.” Emily said, picking up your hand from her thigh and kissing the back of it.

“As much as I’m looking forward to finding out, I’m reeeeally also looking forward to a donut and coffee after,” you said, eliciting a laugh from Emily. “Whoever guesses wrong is treating.”

“Great, your treat then!” Emily said as she pulled into the clinic’s parking lot. She turned off the car and took a deep breath, looking over at you. “Ready?”

You nodded. “Ready.”

The nurse brought you both back into the exam room. As you laid back on the table prepping for the doctor, you noticed Emily’s knee bouncing up and down as she sat in the chair by your side. You leaned over and took her hand. “Hey,” you said softly. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Emily looked down and shook her head, her raven hair falling around her face. “I know, I know. I just get so nervous every time we come here. Ever since the first two times I—”

You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “We’re out of the first trimester, the baby is doing so well at every appointment. We don’t have to stress now, okay?” You leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the temple. “Plus, today is really exciting. It’s going to feel even more real.” Emily nodded, still looking a little teary-eyed as your doctor walked in.

“Hello ladies, how are we today?” She said, taking a seat on the stool by the sonogram machine. “Excited for your anatomy scan?” You looked at Emily and nodded.

“Yes, definitely. The gender been a debate for the past few weeks, so we’re excited to finally know,” you replied. 

Your doctor smiled, squirting the gel on your belly. “And do we want to find out in the room today? Or would you like me to write it down and put it in an envelope so you can look later together?”

Emily shrugged and looked at you. “Your call, love.”

“We’ll take it in the envelope, thanks.” The doctor nodded, spreading the gel across your belly with the wand.

“Okay, as you can see here, everything looks anatomically perfect. Heartbeat is strong and they seem to be thriving in there.”

Emily visibly relaxed hearing this. She looked over at you with full tears in her eyes now. 

“Aw, Em,” you said, brushing them away with your free hand.

“Sorry, just happy tears now,” she laughed. The doctor finished up, giving you both a printout of the day’s ultrasound plus the envelope that contained the gender of your baby.

“It was lovely seeing you both, I’ll see you again in a few weeks!” She said, walking you both out to the waiting room.

You and Emily climbed into the car, looking at one another. Emily had the envelope in her hands. Her eyes darted over to you, a smile creeping on her face. “I don’t think I can wait a second longer,” she said, turning the envelope over in her hands. You nodded enthusiastically. 

“Me either, let’s do it. You’re still team girl?”

Emily gave you a look. “My stubborn ass? Yeah I’m still team girl.” You laughed, leaning over to give her a quick kiss.

“I love you so much,” you said.

“I love you too. Shall we?” Her fingers deftly opened the envelope. You couldn’t help but close your eyes as she pulled the card out. “Okay on the count of three, we look together.” You nodded. “One, two, three…”

As Emily turned the card over, there it was, clear as day. 

Girl. You and Emily were having a little girl. 

“I TOLD YOU!” Emily said, leaning over and wrapping you in a hug across the console. She peppered kisses all over your head. You were stunned, just laughing. Of course you loved when you were right, but as long as you were having a healthy baby, the gender was the last thing that mattered.

“Oh my god,” you said, still laughing and now slightly crying. “We’re having a girl, babe.” You took Emily’s face in your hands, staring deep into her brown eyes. “We’re really doing this, we’re having a baby and it’s a girl!” 

“What did I tell you? Other mother’s intuition.” Emily smirked, wiping the tears off your cheeks. “I knew my baby would be a girl.”

You leaned over and planted a sweet, soft kiss on her lips. “I hope she has your eyes,” you whisper. Emily laughed, kissing you back.

“Yeah just maybe not the nose,” she said. You gave her a playful slap on the arm.

“Stop it! I love your nose!” To emphasize your point, you placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I wouldn’t want our daughter to have any other one. Oh my god, that’s so weird to say: our daughter.” You put your head in your hands. “What a fucking day.”

Emily stroked the back of your head, kissing you one last time before starting the car. “Donut time?” She said.

“Absolutely.”

As Emily pulled out back onto the road, you looked over at her again from the passenger’s seat, wondering how on earth you got so lucky to have her in your life.

[prentisssmut]

the argument | emily prentiss x f!reader

pairing: emily prentiss x f!reader

content: angsttttt but with a happy ending!

reminder I am taking requests from this and this prompt list!

The door of Emily’s office closed loudly behind her. Not quite a slam, but also definitely not the gentle care she usually takes with the doors. Rain pounded on the windows. It had been pouring all day, nearly delaying the jet’s journey back to D.C.

You sat on the opposite side of Emily’s desk as she takes a seat across from you.

“Emily -” you begin. 

“You deliberately disobeyed my orders today in the field.” She cuts you off. Her voice is level yet firm.

You can’t help but go on the defense. “I know, but I -”

“Do you even understand how reckless that was back there? You put yourself in grave danger. I specifically told you not to rush in there. You also put the lives of everyone else on this team at risk.”

“Are you going to let me explain myself?” You asked.

At this, Emily stood. “Actually, no, I’m not. I don’t want to hear it. You’re on desk duty for three weeks.”

Laughing ruefully, you also stand up. “Are you serious right now, Emily?”

“I’m 100% serious, Agent y/l/n. Effective immediately.” Emily crossed her arms, looking you dead in the eye.

You scoffed. “Understood, Chief.” You brushed past her as you walked towards the door before turning around. “Anything else, ma’am?” 

Emily turned her gaze downwards and licked her lips. “That’s all, Agent.” You exited her office feeling rage bubble up in your chest. The rest of the team milled about the bullpen, not-so-subtly pretending like they hadn’t been eavesdropping on Emily chewing you out. 

“You okay?” JJ asked as you reached your desk and began angrily shoving your belongings into your bag.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Y/n, you know she’s right,” JJ said. “That could’ve gone so bad, you honestly could’ve gotten yourself killed. I’m sure you can understand why that would freak her out.” You stopped. 

“So what was I supposed to do? Just let that girl die in there? What if we hadn’t reached her in time? We barely got the EMTs to her before she fully lost consciousness.”

JJ looked at you. “You’ve been on this team long enough to know that we can’t just rush buildings without ensuring everything’s clear. You got really lucky today.”

You didn’t say anything. You knew JJ was right, but you also hated being wrong. 

“Now was the way she went about that conversation the best? No…but I’m sure you can understand why seeing you put yourself in danger would bother her, right?” JJ gave you a knowing look.

“I know.” You said quietly. 

JJ rubbed your shoulder. “Let yourself and her cool off tonight. Call her in the morning. You guys will be able to get through this.”

You patted JJ’s hand. “Thanks. I will.” The blonde gave you a knowing look before leaving the office.

“Have a good night, y/n.”

Your leg bounced up and down as you sat on your couch, trying hard to focus on the TV show you’d put on to drown away the horrible day you’d had. You were still pissed at Emily, but also understood more where she was coming from. The rage in your chest had cooled, leaving instead a gnawing guilt that you’d let Emily down, that you’d scared her the way you did.

Without giving it a second thought, you got up and grabbed your car keys from the entry table. Between your apartment building and the parking lot, you got soaked from the heavy rainfall. You made the 10 minute drive to Emily’s building, the entire time practicing what you’d say to her in your head. After you parked, you took a deep breath and put your hood up before making the run from your car to her front door, buzzing up to her unit.

“Hello?” You heard her voice come through the intercom.

“It’s me,” you said. You wrapped your hoodie around you closer, as if that was doing anything to keep you dry. “Can you please let me up? I’m getting soaked.”

A moment of silence, then the door buzzed, unlocking for you. You took the elevator up to the 7th floor, your body on autopilot to unit 7E. Emily opened the door before you could even knock.

“Jesus, y/n,” she said. “You really are soaked.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you going to let me in? Or do I have to apologize from the hallway?” She wordlessly beckoned you inside. 

“Y/n, what are you doing. You’re going to get sick.” The older woman motioned for you to take off your hoodie. This was one of the things that you cherished about your relationship with Emily: that without even speaking you both knew what the other meant.

“It’s okay,” you said, smiling softly. “I know you’ll take care of me anyway.” Emily couldn’t help but laugh.

“Go into my room and get changed. We can talk when you don’t look like a sad wet puppy.” She said, already going to put your hoodie in the dryer.

“Thanks, Em.” You said, making your way to her bedroom. You opened her top drawer where she kept her pajamas and lounge clothes, selecting your favorite worn Yale sweatshirt of hers and a pair of athletic shorts. When you returned to the living room, she was seated on the couch, two mugs of tea on the coffee table. You sat on the opposite end of the couch, feeling awkward, wanting to be in her arms but knowing you needed to tread lightly.

“Em-” you started.

“No,” she cut you off. “Let me start, okay, love?”

You nodded. 

“The way I spoke to you was completely unprofessional, and I apologize. It was also…I know…harsh. I just…” she trailed off, her voice shaking slightly. “Seeing you almost get shot was…hard. I got really scared.” Your eyes were still downcast, you couldn’t look at her. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you though. And I’m really sorry for that. I let my emotions and feelings for you get in the way. And I promised myself, and you, that when we started…this,” she motioned between the two of you, “I wouldn’t do that. But I did. And I’m sorry. I should have treated you like an agent in that moment.”

Honestly, you were stunned. You were almost bracing yourself for another argument.

“I mean,” you started, “I’m the one who should be sorry. You were absolutely within your right to be pissed. I ignored you. I put myself and others in danger. It was a rookie mistake. It was stupid and-”

“It was,” she said. You gave her a look. “You were very fortunate nothing went awry.”

You scooted over to her, closing the gap between the two of you. You took her hands in yours.

“I know, Emily, and I promise it will not happen again. I just, I don’t want work to affect our relationship like this. This shit has been hard and we’ve put in a lot of effort. I want to be able to get through this stuff without fighting in front of the team.”

Emily pulled you into her, planting a kiss on top of your head. “I promise I won’t yell at you like that at work again. You just scared me out there.”

You looked into her deep brown eyes, sitting up and kissing her slowly. “And I promise I won’t go rushing into uncleared buildings.”

“Deal,” Emily replied, hugging you tightly. You sat up to kiss her again, taking your time, going from her lips to her jaw to her neck. 

“And honestly,” you whispered between kisses, “it was kind of hot the way you yelled.”

Emily laughed rolling her eyes. “Oh my god, y/n.”

“No I mean it, punish me, Chief.” You said, swinging your leg over to straddle her, burying your face in your neck. 

“Get off of me you weirdo,” Emily said through her giggles, pushing you off and going back yo holding you close.

Nothing made you happier than to see Emily laugh like this, especially after such a tough day. You pushed her grey hair back behind her ears.

“I love you, Em.”

“I love you too, baby.”

[prentisssmut]

req: Emily x reader , UC Emily and agent reader are dating. reader defies emily’s orders (like Luke in that one ep) , Emily is pissed , and they get into a fight. Later reader shows up on Emilys doorstep and apologizes . “you’re going to get sick” “it’s okay i know you’ll take care of me anyway” prompt ?

O M G I love this. Will be posting sometime this week!

[malabu]

drunken confessions

"it makes me mad how pretty/handsome you are"

"i don't have to be drunk to know how much i love you."

"i wish i was the only person you looked at like that."

"goddamnit, i told myself i wouldn't cry."

"we should just, like, run away together." "and go where, exactly?" "anywhere."

"you know me better than so many people."

"i don't deserve you." "yes you do." "no. no, no, no, i don't. you're, like, so out of my league it's insane."

"i think you're my soulmate."

"i knew i shouldn't have said that. i'm sorry."

"kiss me." "you're drunk." "pfft. it's just a kiss."

"your hands are so warm. feels nice."

"i don't wanna go home." "why not?" "'cus you're not there."

"you're my favourite person in the whole wide world."

"you're not gonna leave me, are you?"

"you should let me paint you. i'd do such a good job at it."

"if you keep looking at me like that i'm gonna fall even more in love." "even more?"

"i don't care if i forget this in the morning. i'm just happy to be with you right now."

"i should've told you how i felt before. woulda saved a lot of time and heartache."

"your smile is so beautiful it almost makes me nauseous." "you don't know what you're saying." "in a good way."

"i can't believe i just said that. it was supposed to be a secret."

"i wasn't lying when i said i didn't want anything serious. i just didn't realize i only want it with you."

"are you sure you don't want anything serious?" "i'm sure." "you're breakin' my heart."

"that guy/girl you're seeing? he/she doesn't deserve you."

"you're my favorite person, you know that?" "i know."

"i'm so scared i'm gonna fuck this up."

"sometimes i feel like you're the only one who gets me."

"i know i love you more than you love me. but that's okay. i still get to be with you. and i love you."

"i wrote a song about you." "did you now?" "yep. and it's super poetic."

"your hands are so much bigger/smaller than mine."

"i'm so glad i exist at the same time as you."

"you ever think the universe wanted us to meet and fall in love?" "i know it did."

"babe, look, that car is your favourite color. how cool."

[prentisssmut]

I’d love to write something from this prompt list! Send me requests!!

[ssaprentissdimples]

Take Out

Summary: You come home from a stressful day ready to unwind with your girlfriend and eat some take out. Emily has some other ideas.

Warnings: #smut, top!Emily, sub!reader, slight degradation if you squint, begging, mdni

When you finally get home you can breathe. Thank god Emily said she’d pick up dinner on her way home. You didn’t feel like cooking and you didn’t feel like making her feel good about being a bad cook. With your blazer off and gun away and secured you finally let your shoulders relax. Gently massaging your shoulder blades as best as you can. Turning your head from side to side, managing to only crack the right side. The instant relief is enough for you to let out a soft moan. 

“I can’t imagine it feels that good.” 

You jump when you hear her voice. 

“Jesus Em. You of all people should know not to sneak up on the post traumatized.” 

She laughs then. Hearty and full, dimples coming out of hiding. It’s the thing that makes your heart start to flutter. 

“I guess I should take my noodles and go then.” She jokingly starts to back away with her hands up. 

“I said nothing of the noodles- they are innocent. You … not so much.” 

She wets her lip in response, her teeth grabbing at her bottom lip proving your statement true. She stalks over to you. One measured step at a time until her hands are on your hips and your head tilts slightly to meet her eyes. 

“Is that so?” There’s a glint in her eye as she says it. The soft hint of the change in the air, the way your breath hitches, how the thoughts slowly start to melt from your head when she gets this close. When her voice sounds like that. When you can smell the hint of her perfume and feel the ends of her perfectly curled hair on your chin. The only words you can muster are dulcet sounds that start in your throat and die somewhere in your mouth. Right on the tip of your tongue. She grips you tighter as she leans down closer, her lips brushing against yours. Her tone barely above a whisper, “answer me princess” 

You let out a weak yes before she’s kissing you. Slowly, softly, enough to make the moan from earlier sound like an involuntary breath. You feel her tongue then, gently lapping at yours, her teeth barely biting your lip. Before you realize it, her hands are unbuttoning your shirt. Her hands, strong and warm against your hip bones. Tracing, wanting. You nip at her this time and hear her moans echo yours. With one hand on her neck you pull her in closer. As if she could get any closer to you than she is right now. Emily breaks away from your lips to kiss down the side of your neck. She inhales before she does.

“God you smell so fucking good.” She licks up your neck till she’s next to your ear. “Good enough to eat.”

You’re not sure how your knees don’t give out that exact moment with how she’s talking to you. She knows exactly what to say to make your pussy get wetter and wetter with each syllable. She has you pushed up against your bedroom wall, topless and wanting. You fuss with the buckle on her belt that is always miles away from the center of her body. You’re kissing her in between breaths when her pants come off, when your pants follow, until you’re both panting against one another until you’re both in nothing but your underwear. You both stumble back on your bed. Emily lays down as she adjust your knees while you straddle her. 

“Emily, touch me. Please.” You grab her hand and move it across your body before she yanks it back. She sets a torturous pace touching you everywhere but where you want her. Where you need her.

“I am touching you baby.” She says with a smirk. You can feel your wetness growing, playfully annoyed, you roll your eyes at her.

Emily's eyes turn lust filled as she continues, “Want to try asking nicely?”

You bite at her neck as your hips roll against hers. She lets out a gasp you know she felt reach her clit.

“No. Not really my love.” you smile against her mouth before you’re kissing her again. She chuckles darkly before she’s using her left hand to hold herself up and her right hand to grab at your hair yanking you up as well. She has perfect access to the smooth skin on your neck as she purrs in your ear once again, “it’s a shame. Good girls get fucked harder.”

Her tongue flicks out at your earlobe sucking gently. You don’t realize it but you’ve started to rock your hips harder against her.

“Emily please! I’m begging you.” You practically whimper as she starts to play with your nipples. She smiles again, mouth half way open, breath blooming across your chest. 

“I don’t think you are baby.” She takes a nipple in her mouth, gently swirling her tongue around until it peaks. Her hands are firm on your hips, holding you in place while she toys with you. She looks up at you through her lashes as she lets up from one nipple to take the other between her teeth. Your back arches into her. Hopelessly moaning.

“Fuck, Emily please, please.” You drop your head back dramatically. Emily stops all stimulation to look at you for a moment before she says, “On your knees then for me Angel.”

As you start to climb up onto the bed, she places a strong hand on your shoulder shaking her head.

“No my love on the floor. I know your brain gets a little foggy before we fuck. So I’m going to tell you exactly what’s going to happen.”

You gulp at her brazenness, sliding off the bed and starting to kneel on the hardwood of your bedroom, you shift your hips once you’re settled to relieve some of the tension between your thighs.

Emily leans down and places a firm hand on your thigh, “if you think you can fuck yourself better than me I can always leave you to it Angel.” 

You start to shake your head frantically, “no no no no, I’ll be good I promise I’m sorry.”

You give her your best pout and puppy dog eyes that you know works like a charm every time. Her eyes dance over your body, slowly taking in your bare chest and swollen lips. Her tongue peaks out to wet her bottom lip. A movement that reveals her dimple yet again. Making your heart beat faster. Your attention dwindles when she does that and she knows it.

A smile graces her face, “shall I continue?” Emily leans back on her hands and crosses her legs with you at her feet. You nod eagerly slightly lifting off of your heels. You reach out to caress her thigh.

Her lips part, “like I was saying. You’re going to stay like that. On your knees for me while I go and get the harness.”

Your breath grows ragged at the word ‘harness’ and the way Emily is talking to you. All you can really focus on is the need growing between your legs. You do your best not to move. Emily notices of course and grabs your chin in her hand. Her face inches away from yours. 

“When I come back you’re going to suck the toy in such a way that shows me exactly how much you want me to fuck you. Do you think you can manage?”

Your stomach twists deliciously in anticipation as you nod your head yes.

Emily bends down to meet your ear, “words sweetheart.”

You swallow before you can respond, “Yes, Emily.”

With that she places a chaste kiss to your lips before she gets up. Her long legs saunter over to the en suite, shutting the door. You feel a chill run down your spine when you hear the click of the door. When Emily returns, she’s clad in nothing but the harness. The sight alone makes your mouth water. She walks over to you slowly, never breaking eye contact. When she’s standing in front of you, your fingers trace slowly over her calves, the back of her knees, you raise so you aren’t sitting on your heels, running your hands up and down her thighs. When you finally tilt your head up to look at her, her chest is rising and falling, her lips parted, her eyes hooded. That’s when you take the length of the dildo in your hand positioning it to your mouth. You lick from base to tip before slowly taking it entirely into your mouth. Emily moans at the sight with her eyes fluttering close and her hand lightly on your neck.

“Fuck, you look perfect.” You hum around the toy as you bob your head up and down. She can’t help but move with you. Moving her hips back and forth as she holds your head in place, fucking into your mouth. You moan as you adjust your legs careful not to rub your thighs together. You can feel your saliva falling onto your face as you continue to let Emily face fuck you. You know she loves to see you like this even though she gets seemingly no pleasure. Seeing you treat the toy like it’s an extension of her is enough for you to smell her wetness from beneath the harness. Making you impossibly wetter. You pull away and spit onto the dildo using your hand to imitate a handjob.

You don’t break eye contact with her, “Please Emily, I need you inside of me please.”

You know that your face is a mess in the way she can’t resist as you ask her sweetly to pummel you. She motions for you to stand up, pushing you onto the bed when you do. She slowly takes off your underwear as you squirm and turns you around. You back arches with your ass in the air. You feel Emily’s hand on your hip as she leans down and licks a stripe from your opening to your clit that almost makes you pass out.

“Fuck, Emily please!” You look over your shoulder to see her standing up straight, she smiles at you warmly before placing her pointer finger in her mouth. You feel her finger push into you sinfully slow, your eyes roll back into your head at the action. 

“Fuck baby. I didn’t know you were this wet” she says as she pushes her finger in and out of you. All you can do is moan, falling onto your forearms.

She continues in mock condescension, “if I knew you were this wet I would’ve fucked you the first time you asked.”

She slides her finger out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing and impatient. You push backwards to find the head of the fake cock already at your entrance.

You hear her sigh, “mmm, it’s going to feel so good baby.”

Her nails trace over your back and down your spine and your back dimples as she slowly lets you feel the stretch of the fake cock inch by inch.

“Emily.” You can barely get her name out before she shushes you,

“I know baby. I know.” She starts to buck her hips back and forth, “fuck Angel you’re taking my cock so well, fuck, it’s just sliding in and out so perfectly.”

You start to grind your hips back to meet her thrusts.

“That’s it baby, ride me.” You can barely register the words if there are words coming out of your mouth as she works you towards your orgasm. All you know is the stretch of your walls against the dildo, the slapping of her hips against your ass, and the creak of the bed with each forward thrust Emily graces you with. She pulls out completely before laying you on your back, settling in between your legs, she moves a few strands of stray hair away from your face before she kisses you.

Lining the head once again to your entrance she forcefully thrusts forward grunting over you with each buck of her hips, “sorry I just wanted to see your face when you come for me my love.”

You feel the head of the dildo tap at your cervix, making your head tilt back as you all but scream from the way she's fucking you. “Oh my god, Emily. I'm going to come.”

She leans down to kiss the side of your face and neck, the sensation making you gasp.

“Wait for me.” She speeds up her movements, her hips moving as erratically as yours. You feel your orgasm building before you can stop it, “Emily- I’m-“ 

She rubs her finger on your thigh tenderly. “It’s okay baby, you can let go. Come for me.”

Her voice was strained. Her orgasm comes right after yours. She collapses on top of you, panting. She leans back to pull out of you. You gasp at the emptiness as she lays back down onto your chest, disposing of the harness. She breaks the comfortable silence, 

“I think the food is cold now.” She says as she traces mindless circles on your chest. You can't help but laugh. Emily joins in, her chin on your sternum as she looks at you. You start to play with her hair, raking your fingers through her dark curls. 

“Let’s go heat it up and eat naked in bed!” You hummed excitedly. She leans up and grabs your hand to pull you out of bed. 

[kittennextdoor]

━ 18+...your girlfriends nose feels perfect against your clit! ۶ৎ

You couldn’t hold back anymore.

Your girlfriend was lying on her back in the middle of the bed, looking up at you with hungry eyes as you straddled her face. You lowered yourself slowly until her mouth was pressed against your soaked pussy. The moment her big, perfect nose rubbed against your swollen clit, you moaned loudly. The firm pressure felt incredible — every little movement made the tip of her nose grind deliciously against that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” you whimpered, starting to rock your hips.

She moaned into your pussy, the vibration sending sparks through you. Her tongue licked deep between your folds while her nose continued pressing and rubbing perfectly against your clit with every roll of your hips. You started riding her face harder, grinding down so her nose rubbed firm circles exactly where you needed it.

She gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you down even more as she devoured you — tongue fucking into your dripping hole while her nose worked your clit without mercy. The wet, filthy sounds of her eating you out filled the room as you rode her faster, chasing that perfect friction.

“You’re gonna make me cum like this,” you gasped, grinding harder on her face. Her nose kept nudging and rubbing your clit with every desperate movement, the pressure driving you crazy.

She sucked on your clit and pressed her nose even firmer against you. You came hard, thighs shaking around her head, moaning loudly as you rode out your orgasm on her face. Even after you finished, she kept lazily licking you, her nose still gently nudging your sensitive clit like she couldn’t get enough.

[scullysversion]

Tongue Tied

olivia benson x female!reader

(here’s the fic you’ve all been waiting for especially (@littlemonstrosityy ) enjoy my loves <3)

summary: after a rough day at svu, olivia comes home exhausted, pissed at elliot (again!), and craving comfort. luckily, her girlfriend has dinner—and a lot more—waiting. (a lil proposal at the end too cause it’s a cute gesture :))

warnings!!: – nsfw / explicit sexual content (18+), oral sex (reader receiving), mentions of workplace stress and partner conflict, mild language, emotional vulnerability, established relationship

The door slammed harder than usual.

You didn’t flinch—you’d been with Olivia long enough to know the sound of her keys hitting the bowl meant she was done. Not tired. Not grumpy. Done.

You stayed by the stove, stirring the sauce gently, pretending not to hear the low muttering until—

“God, he’s such a stubborn, insensitive—” Her boots thudded against the wood as she stomped into the kitchen. “—prick! I swear, if he tries to tell me one more time how I’m supposed to handle a vic, I’ll—”

She froze. Sniffed. Blinked.

“Is that…?” Her tone shifted like the snap of a rubber band. Her shoulders fell slightly.

“Chicken cacciatore,” you said without turning around. “With the extra garlic. Just like you like it.”

A pause. Then a tiny groan. “You’re evil,” Olivia muttered, crossing the kitchen in three long steps. Her arms wrapped around you from behind, hot and solid. “you’re making me fall in love with you all over again.”

You leaned back into her. “That’s the plan.”

She chuckled. It was breathless and tired, but real. You could feel her now—melting. Peeling off the Olivia-Benson-who-holds-it-together mask and turning into just Liv. Your Liv.

Her nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “Elliot wouldn’t stop challenging me today. Second-guessing every decision. Every one. We’re supposed to be partners, not… whatever the hell he’s been lately.”

“Want to talk about it?” you offered gently, hand sliding over hers at your waist.

“No.” Her voice dropped an octave. “Want to bury my face in you and not think for the next ten hours.”

You smiled. “Food first.”

She groaned dramatically and spun you to face her. “You’re too good to me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’ll remind you that you once brought me sushi at 3 AM after a double shift just because I was craving it.”

“That was sex-motivated,” she said flatly.

You smirked. “So’s this.”

Her eyes flickered. Sharp, brown, intense. She leaned in. “I missed you today,” she whispered, lips brushing yours.

“I’m right here.”

Her kiss was soft. Slow. Just lips and breath and exhaustion. But you knew the difference between

worn-out and needing. When her tongue traced over your bottom lip, when her hand slipped under your

shirt to your bare waist—you turned off the burner.

The food could wait.

Later, you were lying half on top of her on the couch, the TV flickering quietly in the background while the scent of garlic and tomato still lingered in the air. Her head was on your chest. Her hand was under your shirt again, now lazy, just fingers trailing mindlessly against your ribs.

She was so rarely like this—quiet. Still. Soft. She needed this version of you like oxygen.

You brushed her hair back. “You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Still thinking about him?”

“No,” she murmured. “Just you.”

You kissed her temple.

Then she shifted. A slow, deliberate slide of her body between your legs. You blinked down at her, caught off guard by the sudden heat in her eyes.

She kissed your stomach through the fabric of your shirt. “I need to do something that makes me feel…useful,” she murmured. “Needed.”

You sat up slightly. “Liv—”

“Shhh.” Her hands were already pushing your shorts down. . “Let me take care of you for once.”

You moaned softly as her tongue met your inner thigh, dragging up with agonizing slowness. She took her time, teasing, licking, kissing—until you were breathless, hips twitching, thighs tightening around her head. She loved that. The power. The intimacy. Her badge might stay on her hip all day, but this—this was her real control.

You came hard on her tongue, fingers tangled in her hair, breathless gasps echoing off the walls. And she didn’t stop—not until you were wrung out, half-laughing, half-shaking from the overload.

When she crawled back up, her lips glistened and her cheeks were flushed. She kissed you, deep and messy, and you tasted yourself on her mouth.

She collapsed against you again with a satisfied grunt. “Now I feel better.”

You laughed into her hair. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m yours,” she corrected. “That’s better.”

⸻

Later still, you finally served her the chicken cacciatore. She made a dramatic show of groaning at every bite, eyes fluttering like she was about to cry.

“Marry me,” she said between mouthfuls.

You raised your wine glass. “What?”

She shrugged, almost shy. “I said, marry me. I mean, not like, right now—we can do the whole romantic thing later. But I’m serious.”

You stared at her for a beat, unsure if she was being sarcastic. She wasn’t.

“Olivia—are you asking me to marry you over pasta?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s just—” You laughed, a little breathless. “—I thought I’d at least get dessert first. Or, you know, a speech?”

“You did get dessert.” She smirked, a little smug. “Multiple times, actually.”

You threw your napkin at her, laughing.

But she caught it. And then her expression softened again. This time, the smile faded just a little—just enough for you to see the sincerity underneath.

“I’m serious,” she said, voice quieter now.

“I know it’s not flowers and candles and rings, but… after the day I had? After every awful thing I carry around in my head? I came home to you. You knew what I needed before I even said it. You fed me, you held me, and I could finally breathe.”

She paused, licking her lips. “So yeah, maybe I didn’t plan it. But I do want to marry you.”

You stared at her, heart thudding.

Then you set your wine down.

“Say it again.”

She tilted her head.

“Marry me?”

You stood up slowly, walked around the table, and sat in her lap without a word.

Your arms wrapped around her neck.

Her eyes locked with yours.

“Yes.”

She exhaled like she’d been holding her breath all day.

⸻

That night, she held you tighter than usual in bed, her face buried in your neck, one hand tangled in your shirt like she couldn’t quite let go. And even in sleep, her body stayed molded to yours, breath syncing with your own.

⸻

The next morning, Olivia was already up when you stumbled into the kitchen, hair a mess, one sock missing. She was in your robe, coffee already made, heating leftovers in a pan like she lived there.

Like she belonged.

Because she did.

And when she looked up, hair down and messy, no badge, no walls—just Liv—she smiled at you like you were the only thing in her world worth showing up for.

You crossed the room, kissed her slow and sleepy, and whispered, “I love you.”

“And I love you too,” she murmured.

Then she handed you a plate, still warm, and sat across from you, bare legs brushing yours under the table. No chaos. No stress. Just the two of you. A day off. A rare one.

And for once, Olivia Benson didn’t feel like the world was on her shoulders.

She felt held.

She felt home.

[prentisssmut]

im all for secret relationships being found out accidentally and it being the most TOOTHROTTING fluff ever!!!!!!

alex and her prosecutor!gf being seen up & about on their day off or something and someone from the squad sees and teases her :))

Ohh I love this thank you! I love getting to write for Alex :)

the first six months | alex cabot x f!reader

pairing: Alex Cabot x f!reader

content: flufffffffff

Your first day as a law clerk in the Manhattan DA’s office, you were expecting an enormous amount of paperwork, introductions to your new coworkers, and an intense sense of pride. You’d finally achieved your dream of working in a DA’s office, in one of the most sought-after districts in the country. What you weren’t expecting was to meet the love of your life, ADA Alexandra Cabot. The moment you shook her hand, sparks flew. 

Her perfectly coifed blonde hair and no-nonsense attitude made your heart swoon, but what you couldn’t pull yourself away from were her bright blue eyes. Alex was a beast in the courtroom, the type of prosecutor you could only hope to become someday. But throughout months of working closely together, you discovered a certain softness to her that made you melt. She was as fierce a victim’s advocate as she was a prosecutor, something she said that working with the SVU team for several years had instilled in her.

Since coming to work in the DA’s office, you’d developed quite a close friendship and regular sort of banter with one another, often finding yourselves the final two remaining at whatever bar or hole-in-the-wall your team had decided on for post-work drinks. It was a Friday night, knowing that neither of you had to work in the morning, you’d both decided to stay for a final round. 

“Cheers,” Alex said, holding her G&T up to clink your glass. “Remember: eye contact,” she said, looking deep into your eyes. She was a believer in the superstition that no eye contact during a cheers meant seven years of bad sex.

“Cheers,” you replied, giving her a wink. The alcohol running through your system made you feel flushed and silly, and a little bold. You cracked another joke to Alex that nearly made her spit her drink out. During her laughter, her hand found its way to your thigh, lingering there for a moment longer than it maybe should have. She cleared her throat and removed her hand.

“Sorry I—” Alex said, stopping herself. “Sorry…I get a little touchy when I’m drunk.” She laughed, a deep flush coming into her pale complexion. In a move completed fueled by the confidence that only three vodka cranberries could give you, you reached under the bar and held her hand.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I don’t mind.” Alex’s blue eyes went wide, as she squeezed your hand back.

“What do you say we go back to my place for a nightcap,” the blonde said, her voice barely above a whisper. It was your turn to flush now.

“I’d really like that.”

You both stood up, Alex sliding cash across the bar to pay for your drinks. 

“No no,” you protested. “Let me at least pay for half,” you said, as you reached into your bag for your wallet. In protest, Alex took your hand and lead you outside of the bar. When you were finally out on the quiet street, she took your face in her hands. Her beautiful, strong hands. 

“Are we really doing this?” You asked. In lieu of an answer, Alex leaned in and pressed her lips against yours. It was a quick, somewhat timid kiss. 

“Was that okay?” Alex asked, searching your eyes for an answer. You nodded, pulling her in for another kiss. Her lips were as soft as you’d imagined them, fitting perfectly against yours. Your hands found her waist as you pulled her in closer, proceeding to press your lips against her jawline and down her neck. Alex gasped slightly. 

“My place is a few blocks away,” she said as you continued to gently kiss her neck. Finally, you pulled away and nodded.

“Let’s go.”

——

You and Alex had officially been together for nearly five months now. You had decided to disclose your relationship to your respective bosses in the DA’s office a month prior, which had begun to make everything more real. Alex continued her work prosecuting SVU cases while you moved up the clerk ranks in the homicide department. Though you rarely saw each other during the day, there would sometimes be shared moments outside of the courthouse or the office building. On this particular day, you’d decided to get coffee from the cart outside the courthouse, knowing that Alex’s trial would be breaking soon. It was the middle of a frigid New York winter, but you knew the venture outside would be worth it as you saw your girlfriend coming down the courthouse steps. She had an incredibly seriously look on her face, as she so often did when she was wrapped up in court all day, but instantly brightened when she saw you.

“Hi, love,” she said, coming over and giving you a big hug. She pulled away and pressed a kiss to your lips. 

“Hi baby,” you replied, handing Alex her own cup of coffee. “Wanna sit for a sec? I know it’s freezing but—”

“Anything is better than sitting in that courthouse right now,” she said, graciously taking the cup in one hand and your free hand in her other. You both sat on a bench that you thought was far away enough from the courthouse, her arm around her shoulder as you leaned into her. She pressed a kiss into the top of your head. “I’ve only got a few minutes.”

“It’s all good, any chance I get to see you is worth it. I assume you’ll be home late tonight?” You asked, sipping your coffee and feeling the warmth spread throughout you.

Alex nodded. “This case is insane, I can barely even predict how—” As Alex was talking, she was cut off.

“Alex?” The blonde looked up at the mention of her name. Standing before you was Detective Eliot Stabler. 

Alex stood up, prompting you to do the same. “Eliot, hi, I thought you would still be in the courthouse.” Eliot was smiling.

“Uh, no decided to step out for some coffee, as it seems you did too.” He put his hand out to you. “Detective Eliot Stabler, I work in—”

“SVU, I know who you are. Hi, I’m y/n y/l/n, I’m a clerk over at the DA’s office.” You shook his hand. Alex’s face was bright red.

“Well now I know why Alex has been in such a good mood lately,” Eliot said, laughing.

“Eliot.” Alex said.

He put his hands up. “No, it’s great, I’m thrilled for you. I feel like we see you almost every day but barely even know anything about you. This makes it all a little bit more…human. How long have you two been together?”

You looked at Alex. “Almost six months now.” The blonde gave you a sheepish grin as Eliot looked at his watch. 

“It’s about time we head back in, yeah? It was so great to meet you y/n, I’m sure I’ll be seeing more of you soon.” He shook your hand one more time.

“Yeah good to meet you too, Eliot,” you said as he gave Alex a final smile and headed back towards the courthouse. Once he was out of earshot, she put her head in her hand.

“Oh my god this is not how I expected to tell the SVU team about my relationship.” 

You laughed, taking her coffee and putting the cups down on the bench. You pulled her close to you, your arms looping around her neck, giving her a sweet kiss. “I kind of like seeing you blush when you talk about me, “ you whispered in her ear. This elicited a chuckle from Alex.

“Well, knowing  Eliot and his big mouth, the entire SVU squad will know about this by the end of the day. But I’m…I’m not upset about it.” She said, pulling you in for another slow kiss. 

Alex picked up her coffee and gave you one final peck before she headed back up to the courthouse. “Love you, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Love you too,” you replied as you watched her walk away, morphing from your girlfriend Alex back into her work persona of ADA Alexandra Cabot. Your heart fluttered, knowing this was the woman you’d be spending the rest of your life with. 

[prentisssmut]

send recs for blurbs 😋

[aubslovessvu]

In every lifetime, i’d come home to you

Warnings-none. Straight fluff

The rain had started sometime around six.

Not the dramatic kind that rattled windows or flooded streets—just soft, steady rain that turned the city silver outside the apartment windows. The kind that made everything feel quieter. Smaller. Safer.

Alex Cabot stood at the stove in one of y/n’s old college sweatshirts, sleeves shoved to her elbows as she stirred a pot of pasta like she hadn’t spent the last twelve hours dismantling a witness on the stand.

“You’re burning the garlic.”

Alex glanced over her shoulder with mock offense. “I am not.”

Y/n leaned against the kitchen doorway, barefoot and grinning, hair still damp from a shower. She’d stolen one of Alex’s oversized T-shirts, and it hung off one shoulder in a way that should’ve been illegal.

“You absolutely are,” she laughed.

Alex sighed dramatically. “Then perhaps you should cook.”

“Nah. I like watching you pretend to be domestic.”

Alex pointed the wooden spoon at her. “I’ll have you know I’m very domestic.”

“Oh yeah?” y/n crossed the kitchen slowly, arms wrapping around Alex’s waist from behind. “Last week you tried to microwave aluminum foil.”

“That was one time.”

“And you almost set the apartment on fire.”

“A learning experience.”

A laugh brushed against Alex’s shoulder, warm and soft. Followed by a kiss—lazy and absentminded, pressed right beneath her ear.

That was the thing about loving her.

It wasn’t loud most days.

It wasn’t fireworks or dramatic declarations in the rain. It was this. Hands around her waist while pasta boiled over. Kisses in the kitchen. Someone remembering how she took her coffee after impossible mornings in court.

Someone staying.

Alex leaned back into her instinctively, exhaustion finally catching up with her bones.

“Tough case?” Y/n asked quietly.

Alex hesitated.

“Yeah.”

She didn’t elaborate, and she didn’t have to. That was another thing. She’d spent years surrounded by people who demanded explanations from her—judges, detectives, reporters. But with y/n, silence was allowed and understood.

Y/n squeezed her once before letting go. “Go sit down. I’ll save dinner.”

Alex narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “You just want control of the garlic situation.”

“Correct.”

“Hm.”

Still, Alex surrendered the spoon and moved toward the couch, collapsing against the cushions with a tired sigh. The apartment smelled like rain and tomato sauce and the vanilla candle her girlfriend insisted on lighting every night.

A few minutes later, two bowls appeared on the coffee table.

“See?” Y/n said proudly. “No kitchen fire.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” y/n hummed, curling up beside Alex, “you’re obsessed with me.”

Alex looked at her for a long second.

Then another.

Because sometimes it still caught her off guard—that this was real. That after years of running from danger and grief and loneliness, she somehow ended up here. In sweatpants on a couch arguing over garlic with the woman she loved.

Y/n nudged her knee. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to say something emotional.”

Alex scoffed lightly. “I would never.”

“Liar.”

Alex smiled despite herself, small and helpless around the edges.

“I just…” She paused. “I missed you today.”

Something in y/n’s expression softened instantly.

“You saw me this morning.”

“Yes, well. It was a very long day.”

“That bad?”

Alex nodded once.

Without another word, y/n set her bowl down and climbed into Alex’s lap sideways, arms wrapping around her neck. Alex let out a startled laugh.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you need attention.”

“I do not.”

“You texted me four times before noon.”

“One of those was about coffee.”

“One was literally just the word ‘help.’”

Alex buried her face against her shoulder, laughing quietly for the first time all day.

“There it is,” y/n whispered, fingers sliding through Alex’s blonde hair. “That’s the sound I was waiting for.”

The rain tapped softly against the windows.

Alex could feel her heartbeat slowing beneath warm hands and familiar perfume and the weight of someone who loved her enough to memorize every version of her—sharp-edged prosecutor, exhausted insomniac, sarcastic disaster in fuzzy socks.

“You know,” y/n murmured, tracing invisible lines against Alex’s neck, “you get clingy when you’re tired.”

“I do not get clingy.”

“You absolutely do.”

Alex opened her mouth to argue, but then y/n’s lips brushed hers slow enough to steal the thought entirely.

The kiss tasted faintly like red wine and laughter.

Not rushed. Never rushed.

Y/n kissed her like she had nowhere else to be.

Alex’s hand slid instinctively to her waist, fingertips brushing warm skin beneath the oversized shirt. The kiss deepened just slightly before y/n pulled back with a grin.

“You looked stressed,” she whispered.

“That’s one way to fix it.”

“Oh?” A teasing eyebrow lifted. “You saying I’m therapeutic?”

“I’m saying you’re distracting.”

“Same thing.”

Alex kissed her again before she could get smug about it.

Outside, the city kept moving. Sirens somewhere downtown. Taxi lights reflecting on wet pavement. Thousands of people living thousands of separate lives.

But inside the apartment, the world narrowed to tangled legs on the couch and sleepy smiles and the feeling of being loved gently.

And maybe that was Alex’s favorite part.

Not the grand moments.

Not the impossible ones.

Just this.

Coming home to her.

[prettywomanimagination]

Pride Month Fics Day 5: Casey Novak x GN!Reader

Casey has a habit of working through her lunch, so you decided to work on her through her lunch instead.

Switch!Reader, Switch!Casey, semi-public sex, office sex, cunnilingus, hair pulling. 

0.8k words

You knew Casey had a bad habit of working through her lunch, not really giving herself a break. While you admired her work ethic and dedication, you also found it concerning how much she was overworking herself. You decided that today Casey would be giving herself a much-needed break. You picked up one of Casey’s favorite sub sandwiches and headed to the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office. You wandered your way up to her office, coming face to face with a door that read ‘ADA Casey Novak’ and knocked on the door. “Come in.” You heard a soft voice ring out behind the door. You walked in and smiled warmly at her. “Hey, beautiful.” You said in a warm tone as you closed the door behind you and walked over to her desk. Casey instantly smiled upon seeing you and stood up to hug you. “What are you doing here?” She asked as she hugged you, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck as your arms encircled her waist. “I brought you lunch.” You hummed as you nuzzled your face into her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. Casey pulled back and gave you a small smile. “Honey, I have documents to review and cases that need sorting; I don’t think I can take a break today.” You shook your head with a teasing smile and guided her back against her desk, picking her up and setting her down on the documents she was working on. “Casey, I don’t think I posed my statement as a question. I said, ‘I brought you lunch.’ I didn’t ask if you had time, baby.” You said, placing the sub on her desk next to her and standing comfortably between her legs. Casey’s face flushed a deep red as you situated yourself between her legs, her mouth suddenly becoming very dry. “Y/n…we’re at the office,” Casey mumbled halfheartedly as she looked at you. You nodded with a sly smile on your face as you sank between her legs, kneeling on the floor in front of her.

Casey’s breath hitched as she watched you, cheeks growing more red. “What are you doing? Get up.” She hissed, looking at the door behind you, then back down at your face. “I am having my lunch; once I’ve finished, you can have yours.” You purred as you dipped your head under her pencil skirt and pressed your face against her lace panties, groaning at the scratchy feeling of the fabric against your face. Casey tugged her skirt up so she could look down at you properly, her hand immediately coming to card through your hair. “We can’t…Baby, come on.” Her voice was tinged with a whiny tone, despite her trying to sound professional. Her words fell on deaf ears as you pushed her panties to the side with your nose, nudging her slit as you did. Casey’s hips bucked at the slight nudge, and her hand gripped your hair. You smirked as you held her panties to the side and looked up at her. “Don’t start.” She muttered, trying her best to be stern as she looked down at you. You couldn’t help but shiver at the slight commanding edge to her tone, and you nodded as you hiked her legs over your shoulders and dove into her cunt. Your tongue worked diligently over her folds as you ate her out with vigor. The lewd slurping noises that came from you echoed off the office walls. You were so entranced by her that you didn’t hear Casey’s pleas for you to slow down. “Fuck!...S-slow down…Jesus C-christ.” Casey’s desperate moans and whines went unheard by you as you continued your pleasuring assault on her pussy. Your lips found her clit and wrapped around the sensitive bud delicately, suckling gently as your hands gripped her thighs in a vice-like grip. You pulled her further onto your face as if you were trying to drown yourself in her cunt. Your tongue and lips worked tirelessly over her cunt, moaning and groaning into her as her arousal filled your taste buds. You could eat her for every meal of the day and still not get enough of her. Casey was no better than you, trying her best to muffle her noises, but ultimately she was a crying, moaning mess on your tongue. “I-i’m gonna…oh f-fuck imgonnacum!” Casey’s cries flooded your ears as her thighs clamped around your head and squeezed so hard you thought you were going to pass out. Her hand tugged and gripped at your hair, pulling you closer to her cunt as she came hard. Her juices soaked your chin, mouth, and even slightly up to your cheeks. You slowed down your movements, working her slowly through her orgasm. You lapped up everything you could, slightly overstimulating her, but you were so pussy drunk you didn’t notice. Casey had to pry you away from her, panting and whining. You looked up at her with a satisfied smile and a glazed-over expression. “Now you can eat your lunch and take a break! You quipped as you wiped your face with your shirt. Casey couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her face as she nodded and reached for her water and the sub you bought her. 

[mckqys]

𝓖et around (to me)

𝓒asey novak x fem!reader

NSFW

warnings: slight intox, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), soft dom! Casey, older!casey, cum eating, boobies, praise, hair pulling.

𝓣thinking about older!casey novak who talks you through it for your first time, you'd never been with a woman before but there was just something about her..

she was known for getting around, the stress of the job had to have an outlet somewhere, and casey's outlet just so happened to be earth shatteringly good sex. she was well known for making straight girls.. well not so straight, for the night at least. despite this she still maintained her air of authority, and some sense of control at work, or at least she did. until you.

you'd never really been one to participate in 'one night stands' but the way her hazel eyes skated over you from across the room like she was already undressing you with her eyes made you want to give it all up then and there and let her do whatever she wanted to your body.

at the bar that night after work, you found her across the bar, sipping at something top shelf and probably older than you, and the rest was a blur.

when you got to her apartment she took her time laying you down on her bed, her hands on either side of your head "you look so fucking perfect like this." She'd murmer as she pressed gentle kisses to your skin, leaving traces of her lipstick across your body as a reminder you're hers for the night.

she pushed up your shirt with one hand, palming your covered breast through the thin material with the other, pulling you into a kiss that steals your breath away, tongues intertwining in something so unholy you didn't even register the way she unhooked your bra with such an efficiency its almost impressive.

she pinched your nipple as she repositioned herself, moving further down your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind her. "Lift your hips for me, baby," she instructed, her voice husky as she pulled your trousers down your hips.

a smirk planted itself on her face as she saw the state of your underwear, the sensible cotton soaked with your slick, the inside of your thighs covered in a sheen of the same. "Fuck you're soaked" she said, making your face flush, trying to close your thighs around her, "No." She said sternly, "I never said it was a bad thing did I?"

She made quick work of discarding your underwear, too, leaving your bare under her gaze. "Colour?" She asked. It was simple, but it sent a wave of heat straight to your core. "Green," you replied shakily, the anticipation having found its way into your bones.

at first, she went slow, small laps of her tongue along your slit and a gentle suck on your clit but the way you writhed beneath her drove her insane. Her hands intertwined with yours as she continued, her thumb tracing circles across your sensitive bud, her other thumb tracing similar patterns on the back of your hand as she continued to eat you out like you were her last meal on deathrow.

your moans would be what kept her going, the firm muscle of her tongue dragging roughly through your cunt as her thumb moved faster, she can feel the way your gasping and pant all the way through you as your thighs shake around her head, threatening to suffocate her between your legs, and honestly she would die happy.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she knew you were getting close as soon as the mantra began to slip from your lips, thats when she changed tactics. Her mouth found your clit instead, sucking roughly on the sensitive bundle of nerves and her fingers filled your aching hole, scissoring inside of you. it wasn't until you tugged on her hair st the new stimulation that a filthy moan left her mouth, the vibrations went right through your core, head falling back in pure bliss and the coil in your stomach snapped.

she continued to fuck you through your orgasm before finally pulling away as the aftershocks died down. "you taste so fucking good baby" she rasped as she sucked your juices off of her fingers, then her mouth found yours once more, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

[kittennextdoor]

18+ nsfw | f x f "just friends"

Everyone thinks you’re just friends. They see the way she leans in close when you laugh, the casual touches, the shared glances. They assume it’s harmless fun. That you’re two girls who click really well. They have no idea how wrong they are. Because the truth lives in stolen moments like this.

The bar bathroom is small and dimly lit, the bass from the music outside vibrating through the walls. She followed you in under the excuse of “fixing your hair,” but the second the door locked, she had you pressed against the sink, mouth on yours like she’d been starving for it all night.

Her tongue slides against yours, deep and filthy, while her hand slips under your dress. Two fingers push inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that makes your knees weak. You moan into her mouth, gripping her shoulders as she fucks you with steady, practiced strokes.

“Third time today,” she murmurs against your lips, smirking. “You’re such a greedy little thing for me, aren’t you?” You can barely answer. Your head falls back as she adds a third finger, stretching you open while her thumb circles your clit. She kisses down your neck, sucking lightly, careful not to leave marks where people might see.

“Come on, baby,” she whispers, voice low and sweet. “Let me feel you. I want you to soak my hand again.” You come hard, biting down on her shoulder to stay quiet, thighs shaking around her wrist. She works you through it, murmuring soft praises against your ear until your breathing evens out.

She pulls her fingers out slowly, brings them to her mouth, and licks them clean while holding your gaze. Then she kisses you again, letting you taste yourself on her lips. She fixes your dress with gentle hands, adjusts your hair for you, and smiles like she didn’t just ruin you in a public bathroom.

“Ready to go back out there?” she asks, voice innocent. You nod, legs still shaky. No one outside has any idea what just happened. And that’s exactly how you both like it.