There’s something quietly, heartbreakingly tragic about Emily Prentiss—about the way she’s been yearning to be loved for her entire life, and doing it so quietly, so subtly, that some people might not even notice.
It started young, with the coldness of Elizabeth Prentiss, all polished diplomacy and razor-sharp expectations, offering nothing soft for Emily to fall back on. No warmth. No trust. Just pressure and passports and places that never quite felt like home. She was always the new girl. Always trying to prove herself. Always chasing something that looked like belonging.
And then she was fifteen and pregnant - not because she was reckless, but because she was desperate. Desperate to be wanted. To be liked. To feel anything real in a world that felt so far away from her. She couldn’t even tell her mother. Not about the boy, not about the pain, not about the choice she had to make. That’s where the loss began. Quiet, unspoken, already buried under years of pretending everything was fine.
And then it just.. keeps going, doesn’t it? This pattern of aching. Of reaching. Of being the one who loves harder. Wanting to adopt Carrie not just out of duty, but because she needed to prove to herself that she could love. That she had love to give. That she was more than her job and her trauma and her silence. She wanted to believe she was capable of being someone’s person. But how do you believe that when no one ever chooses you?
Sure, she’s liked. Respected. Admired, even. But she’s never been the one anyone picks when the room is full. She’s the one people lean on, but never the one they stay for. And she carries it all with so much quiet grace you almost forget how much it must hurt. The guilt over Declan, even when she did everything right. The way she watches families from a distance, eyes soft and sad like she’s looking at a life that was never meant for her. The way she looks at JJ sometimes, wishing she had what she has. Maybe it’s just Paget’s quiet acting but it’s there.
Don’t even get me started on that damn moment in Season 15 - Emily staring at the baby stroller by that coffee cart like she’s mourning something she never even got the chance again to have. That one second of vulnerability, of wondering what if—and we move on like nothing happend.
I get it. I really do. The writers want her to be this… symbol of strength, the woman who married her job, who doesn’t need a partner or a family to be whole. And I guess that’s fine! some people really do find joy in that life. But if that’s the road you want to take her down, then at least make it look like she’s okay. Like she’s content. Like she’s not carrying all this silent grief behind her eyes. Because right now? She just looks tired. Dude they even took her freaking cat!
“If I had time travel I’d kill Hitler” “If I had time travel I’d stop my favourite politician getting assassinated” you’re all thinking way too small. If I had time travel I’d stop Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin from dying on the moon due to Soviet sabotage, kicking off the Great Nuclear War and devastating half of the planet.
This is such a classic trainwreck post that has the vibes of a 2014 screenshot posted to Pinterest and then the last addition is just last Tuesday I can’t even
warnings! (lots of smut!!!!), first time, oral sex (casey receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, hair pulling, established relationship
i read a robin buckley fic where someone did this a while back so i decided to write the casey version:) hope you all enjoy!! (i haven’t written smut in a hot minute so pls bare with me xo)
you’d imagined it in your head many of times before in your room, how she’d taste against your tongue, how her moans would sound screaming your name, but you’d never had time to well…practice. and you’d never gone down on anyone before until casey.
and now that you’re face to face with her? it seems like the scariest thing in the world.
she has her legs spread for you, on your bed revealing all of her to you with the softest smile on her lips. she lets you take your time and with patience watches you with a bemused, somewhat blissed out expression on her face.
“you like what you see?” she looks down at you with a rasp in her voice.
“mhmm” you hum effortlessly your eyes still fixated on her, your fingers slightly graze her outer lips and you watch with excitement the way she opens up in amazement. you always thought casey was pretty, so effortlessly pretty. and she’s spread out for you, wet with arousal, pink and wanting, and her face framed by her red hair.
she chuckles, two of her own fingers come down to rest in between her legs, and they form a V shape which spreads her more open for you to see.
“fuuuck” you mutter under your breath, she’s breathtaking, all of her. you can see her clit from where you’re lying on your stomach. it’s throbbing for you.
you look up at her “i have like…no idea what im doing.”
“oh sweetheart.” casey whispers, her hand coming up to cup your cheek “that’s okay baby, it’s okay. i’ll guide you through it.”
“oh?” you tilt your head slightly, trying to not be a nervous mess in front of her. “okay.”
“good girl.” she whispers, a tiny smile flashing over her features.
the very first thing you noticed when you put your mouth on her is how casey sounds. her raspy voice gets high pitched and carries more cracks in it. her fingers are tight in your hair and she quietly mutters “fuck, y/n.”
then? you notice the way she tastes, and god could you taste her forever, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever tasted before, her wetness slick against your tongue. your eyes roll back in your head involuntarily as the mere taste of her and the way she parts for you.
and her voice whispering words of encouragement, you dragged your tongue all the way through her, up her pulsating clit where you swirl your tongue around in circles.
“fuck baby you’re so good at that, fuck.” her head lifting slightly to look down at you.
you’re spurred on by the constant praise that also sends a wave of pleasure straight to your core, you flick your tongue against the bud of nerves, casey’s legs start to tremble around your head as she tries to keep them open for you as her ankles cross over your back to cage you in.
“y-you have to- ah- suck it.” she explains, her eyes are now heavy lidded and hazed with want. “just suck it baby, wrap your lips around it and- ah! oh yeah just like that”
you hum against her clit, sending a wave of vibrations through her entire body that has her above you shivering.
there’s nothing but casey. her taste her scent, everything about her. the feel of her strong hands as they grab you by the hair and pull you close.
“i-is this good for you?” you gasped, lifting your head slightly from her pussy to catch your breath ever so slightly. your mouth and chin are smeared with her wetness and your spit.
“sooo fucking good god yes” casey praises you, her hand ever so slightly loosening its grip. “you gonna make me cum like that princess? with that pretty little mouth of yours?”
you nodded eagerly, diving straight back in as you wrap your mouth around her once again and sucking like she instructed you to. you’re craving her, craving her praise as she moans above you.
“ah-! right there!” casey gasps loudly, back arching off the bed into your mouth. “holy fucking shit baby”
you’re now eating her out like it’s your last meal on earth, like you’re on death row and it’s the last thing you’ll ever eat. eager for casey to reach her height and release over your mouth. as her breaths are starting to come more ragged now and her hips and now grinding against you impatiently. casey’s moans are more than enough to encourage you further, her praise is like music to your ears.
“oh! right there baby, right there! you’re doing such a good job for me. such a good girl eating my pussy like that” are the only things echoing through your bedroom walls now for the next few minutes, only to be shortly accompanied by the sound of your tongue lapping up her arousal and your own, occasional moans.
you could and would stay here forever, she could quite literally suffocate you with her pussy and you’d die happily and ever complain again.
“y/n.” she rasps out, brows drawn together now in attempt to concentrate meanwhile pleasure washing over her. “baby i’m- god fuck- baby i’m s-so close”
you attempt to double what you were doing eating her out like it’s the only thing you’d be doing for the rest of your life (which you’d happily do) and you feel it before she does- the way she throbs for you.
“oh my god” she manages to get out. “baby i’m gonna cum! you’re gonna make me cum!”
casey’s eyes meet yours then, in that very moment you finally push her over the edge with one final, harsh flick of your tongue against her clit before you suck it past your lips.
her legs clamp down around your head and her entire body goes rigid when she finally reaches her height and without realising her hand reaches out for yours. but of course, you gladly take it. and you slightly squeeze it to anchor her as she cums in your mouth.
you knew casey was pretty, breathtaking even. and obviously the prettiest woman you’d ever seen. but this? her face being concentrated in pleasure, her body heaving, naked in bliss, it might just be your new favourite thing you’ve ever seen.
she’s still trembling a little when you begin to lean back, a string of salvia connecting her pussy to your mouth. she looks down at you, a little hazy still. her lips curving into a small smile.
“oh y/n…” she chuckles breathlessly, craning her neck to see you. “you were worried you wouldn’t be good at this?!”
you wipe your chin with the back of your hand as she slowly pulls you in.
“cmere” she laughs and you kiss the smile right from her mouth. “time to make up then, yeah?”
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ALEX CABOT IMPLYING A NONEXISTING SEARCH WARRANT AND ARGUING THAT HER EVIDENCE IS STILL VALID BECAUSE THE FOURTH AMENDMENT RIGHTS THST WERE VIOLATED WERENT THAT OF THE DEFENDANT IS INSAAAAAANE
EVEN MORE INSANE THAT THE JUDGE DISMISSED THE MOTION TO SUPRESS THE EVIDENCE ALEXANDRA CABOT THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE
At least the judge was like “girl you fucked up you’re probably gonna lose your job so congrats” AND YET SHE STILL DIDNT LOSE HER JOB BRO