20s, usa | retired gifmaker, occasional fic writer
cm, nhl (njd), friends, the west wing, greyās, ts, svu | currently watching: svu s24 and old eps whenever theyāre live on hulu, cm at random, playoff hockey
one month since i first watched heated rivalry as someone whoās been watching hockey for years. my favorite part will always when they flirt at center ice and start tapping their sticks on the ice like babe that is a face off violation
āøāø A NIGHT AT CASEY'S ā c.novak x female best friend
āøāø PREMISE: You always crash at Caseyās place after nights out ā but this time, drunk and giggly, you accidentally walk in on her jerking off in her bedroom. Instead of leaving, you close the door behind you, lean against it, and ask, āWhy didnāt you ever tell me you were packing that?ā The look she gives you changes everything.
You were just looking for a T-shirt, something soft and oversized to crash in after a night out. Both of you half-drunk, hair messy, skin still warm from laughing too hard over greasy takeout on her couch. But when you round the corner to her bedroom, the lightās on, the door cracked, and what you see makes the air catch in your throat.
Caseyās sitting at the edge of her bed, legs spread wide, her head tipped back against the wall. One arm draped lazily over her stomach, the other wrapped around the thickest, meanest-looking cock youāve ever seen in your life. And you donāt even think sheās noticed you yet.
Sheās jerking herself off in slow, steady strokes ā palm slick with what looks like a mess of lube and precum, her long fingers curling around the thick shaft like she owns it. And goddamn, she should. That thing is massive. Heavy, veiny, flushed dark at the tip, the crown angry and swollen and drooling a fat bead of slick that rolls down over her fist with every stroke.
You swallow, your legs going weak at the sight, pussy clenching tight in your underwear like it knows exactly what itās looking at. Heat blooms low in your belly, sharp and sweet and filthy. You didnāt know Casey was packing something like that. Hell, you hadnāt even really let yourself imagine it.
But now you canāt stop.
Her cock is gorgeous ā long and thick, veins bulging along the underside, the head a flushed, deep pink that glistens with slick. Every time she fists her hand down to the base, her stomach flexes, a soft, shuddering breath leaving her parted lips. You can hear the slick slide of her palm, the wet sound obscene in the quiet of the room.
She murmurs something under her breath, low and rough, and her hips twitch upward into her fist.
Youāre wet already ā embarrassingly so ā your pussy throbbing behind your panties just from watching her work her cock like that, from seeing how good she looks with her legs spread wide, skin flushed, a lazy smirk ghosting across her lips as her strokes slow, teasing herself. And she still hasnāt seen you.
You donāt even realize youāve stepped closer until the floor creaks under your foot.
Her head snaps forward, eyes latching onto yours ā and god, the way her pupils blow wide when she sees you standing there, all flushed and needy-looking in the doorway, makes your breath hitch.
āWell, well,ā Casey rasps, voice thick, a crooked grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her hand still slowly works her cock, squeezing the base and giving a little upward stroke that makes her grunt. āDidnāt hear you come in, sweetheart.ā
You canāt even pretend to look away. Your gaze drops straight to where her cock is still glistening in her grip, slick and heavy, a fresh bead of precum gathering at the tip. Your thighs press together like itāll help, but it doesnāt.
āIā¦ā you start, then shake your head, voice barely a whisper. āJesus, Casey.ā
She grins wider, the kind of cocky, dangerous smile that makes your stomach flip. āWhatās wrong? Never seen a cock before?ā
āNot like that,ā you admit, heat flooding your face and between your legs. You lick your lips, unable to tear your eyes away from the way her fist moves, the way her abs tense, how thick that thing looks ā and god, you feel yourself getting wetter just standing there. Your panties are damp now, clinging to your pussy like a second skin.
Casey lets out a low, smug little chuckle. āCāmere, baby,ā she murmurs, voice hoarse, her thumb brushing over the tip of her cock and smearing the slick bead across the head. āNo point in just watchinā, huh?ā
Your pulse trips, stomach tight, your body already moving before your brain catches up.
You cross the room, the heat of her skin, the obscene size of that cock in her lap, the thick, musky scent of her arousal hitting you like a punch to the gut.
And you want it.
You want her.
You wanna see if you can even take it.
You reach her, your knees brushing against the inside of her spread thighs, and fuck, sheās even bigger up close. Her cock is thick, long, the head flushed so dark it looks almost angry, glistening with slick precum and the shine of lube. The veins stand out along the shaft, her fingers wrapped tight around the base like sheās holding back from just grabbing you and pulling you down onto it.
You can feel your pussy throb, wetness pooling in your panties so heavy itās probably visible if you stripped them off right now. She can tell, too ā the way her eyes drop to your hips, that little smirk tugging at her lips like she knows exactly how soaked you are without even needing to touch you.
āGo ahead,ā Casey murmurs, voice low and thick, her free hand reaching out to rest on your waist. āTouch it.ā
You donāt need to be told twice.
Your fingers brush over the head first, slick and hot and so fucking heavy in your hand. Precum beads at the tip, and when you swirl your thumb through it, Casey groans, her hips twitching up into your touch.
āFuck, baby,ā she rasps, head tipping back against the wall, her throat working around a swallow. āDidnāt think youād actually have the guts.ā
You smirk, wrapping your hand around the shaft just under the head ā your fingers canāt even fully circle it, not with how thick she is. The skin is so hot it makes your pussy clench hard, slick dripping down the inside of your thigh.
āDidnāt think you were packing something like this,ā you breathe, stroking her slow, watching the way her abs tense, the soft flex and jump of her cock in your hand.
āCouldāve asked,ā she grins, voice a little shaky now, her eyes locked on your hand moving over her cock. āWouldāve let you have it anytime you wanted.ā
You lean in, dragging your tongue over the swollen head, tasting the salt and heat of her. She lets out a sharp, choked sound, her hand tightening on your waist.
āJesus fuck,ā she groans. āOpen that mouth, sweetheart.ā
You do, licking up the underside, tracing the thick vein that runs along it before wrapping your lips around the tip. She bucks up instinctively, the fat head pushing against your tongue, stretching your mouth wide.
Itās a stretch ā you can already feel your jaw ache a little and youāve barely taken the tip ā but fuck, the way she groans, the tight grip of her hand tangling in your hair, it makes your pussy throb, your clit pulsing against the wet cling of your panties.
āGod, you look so fuckinā good like this,ā Casey growls, her hips giving a shallow thrust that pushes her cock deeper into your mouth. āBet that cuntās soaked already, huh? Drippinā for my cock?ā
You moan around her, and she hisses through her teeth.
āShit ā yeah, you are,ā she mutters, pulling you off her with a wet pop and grabbing your chin so youāll look at her. Her cock glistens with your spit, a fat bead of precum still clinging to the slit. āTake those off.ā
You peel your shorts and panties down in one motion, letting them drop to the floor, and her eyes drop immediately to your pussy. Her mouth curves in a crooked, hungry grin.
āLook at you,ā she murmurs, stroking herself slow again as her gaze trails over your soaked folds, the way your arousal shines in the low light. āSo wet for me already. Knew youād be like this.ā
Your face heats, but you donāt care ā not when youāre aching like this, not when your pussyās clenching around nothing just watching her fist that big, gorgeous cock.
āCasey,ā you whisper, stepping closer, reaching to brace your hands on her shoulders. āI need you to fuck me.ā
A low, guttural groan tears from her throat as she drags you into her lap, her cock pressing hot and heavy against your inner thigh.
āYou sure, baby?ā she rasps against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. āIām not gonna be gentle.ā
āGood,ā you breathe, grinding your slick pussy against her length, shuddering at the obscene heat and size of it. āI donāt want you to be.ā
And with that, she grabs her cock, lines it up with your entrance, and pushes the head against your soaked folds.
You cry out at the stretch, at the thick, slow push as she works just the fat head into you. Itās so much ā bigger than anyone youāve ever taken ā your walls clenching around her, your pussy trying to suck her in even deeper.
āFuck, youāre tight,ā Casey growls, teeth gritted, sweat beading on her brow as she holds herself back, easing deeper inch by inch. āGoddamn, babyā¦ feels so fuckinā good.ā
Your nails dig into her shoulders, hips rolling instinctively, chasing that fullness, the obscene, perfect stretch of her cock inside you.
āMore,ā you gasp, panting against her ear. āI want all of it.ā
Casey lets out a strangled, desperate sound and snaps her hips up, sinking the rest of her cock deep into your pussy in one rough, wet thrust.
You swear you see stars.
And sheās still not done.
The stretch borders on unbearable, a deep, searing ache that makes your thighs tremble as Casey bottoms out inside you. You swear you can feel her cock in your stomach, thick and pulsing, your pussy stretched impossibly tight around her. The sound you make isnāt even a moan ā itās a needy, broken whimper, your body jerking as your clit grinds down against the rough line of her pelvis.
āFucking Christ,ā Casey groans, her hands digging into the fat of your ass, fingers flexing hard enough to bruise. āYou feel so good, baby. So fucking wetā¦ so tightā¦ fuck.ā
You can barely answer, already drunk on the stretch, your pussy spasming around her cock as she rocks her hips, just a slow, grinding drag of her length against your walls. Every inch is thick and hot and perfect, veins dragging along your sensitive flesh, the fat head nudging deep inside, right against that spot that makes you cry out.
You canāt help it ā you lean in, lips latching onto her neck, and bite down hard. You want to leave a mark, want her to wear you tomorrow, flushed and aching beneath her lawyer-collar and crisp jacket.
Casey snarls when your teeth sink into her throat, one hand coming up to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back. Her eyes are wild, pupils blown, a grin curling at her lips.
āYeah? You like leavinā your marks, sweetheart?ā she growls, her voice ragged as she bucks her hips up into you. āGo ahead. Fuckinā claim me.ā
And you do.
You bite her again, this time at the curve of her shoulder, hard enough that she groans, her cock twitching inside you. Then you trail your lips lower, mouthing at the swell of her tits, sinking your teeth into the soft skin there too, leaving little red dents and bruises as your tongue flicks over her nipple, teasing her until she shudders beneath you.
Her hands never stop moving ā one squeezing your ass, the other sliding up to palm your breast, rough and greedy. She tugs at your nipple, pinching just enough to make you whimper, your cunt clenching hard around her cock.
āGoddamn, look at you,ā Casey grits, slamming her hips up harder now, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. āRiding my cock like youāve been dying for it.ā
And fuck, you have.
You roll your hips, grinding down onto her, chasing every thick, perfect drag of her cock against your walls. Slick sounds fill the space between your bodies, your juices coating her length, dripping down onto her balls. Itās filthy, wet, fucking perfect.
Your clit grinds against her pelvis with every thrust, sharp sparks of pleasure shooting through you, and you know youāre close ā can feel it building, your pussy tightening, your breath catching.
Casey feels it too. She reaches between you, two fingers finding your clit and circling it hard, fast, without mercy.
āCāmon, baby,ā she growls, sweat shining on her skin, her eyes locked on yours. āWanna feel this tight little cunt squeeze my cock. Cum for me.ā
The pressure tips over, white-hot and blinding, your body seizing up as your orgasm rips through you. You cry out, grinding down onto her, your nails digging into her shoulders, your pussy clenching so tight around her cock that she hisses through her teeth.
āF-fuck, yeah ā just like that, baby, milk my cock ā fuck,ā she pants, hips snapping up into you, chasing her own release.
Youāre still shaking, breath ragged, as you lean in and bite her collarbone one more time, claiming her, marking her up like sheās yours. And she fucking is ā the way her cock throbs inside you, the way she groans your name, itās yours.
Caseyās thrusts turn erratic, her breath catching on a curse as her cock swells, and then sheās spilling inside you ā thick, hot pulses of cum flooding your pussy, filling you so full it leaks out around her cock, dribbling down onto the bed.
She groans deep in her chest, crushing you against her as she rides out every last twitch, her fingers still teasing your clit, coaxing aftershocks from you until youāre trembling.
When itās over, you both collapse into each other, sticky and spent, her cock still half-hard inside you, your teeth marks already blooming red against her skin.
And you grin against her neck.
āLeaving all those marks on you, counselor,ā you murmur, voice wrecked and smug. āBetter button that shirt high tomorrow.ā
Casey chuckles, breathless, her hand smoothing down your back. āShit, sweetheart,ā she grins, voice still hoarse. āYouāre gonna be the death of me.ā
Your legs barely have time to stop shaking before Casey grabs you again, hauling your body up like you weigh nothing, tossing you down onto your back. The mattress dips beneath you, the sheets still damp with sweat and cum. Your pussyās still leaking, stretched wide from how hard she just fucked you, but the second she strokes her cock ā thick, flushed dark, and glistening with your slick and her cum ā you feel yourself clench all over again.
Casey shoves your legs up, hooking them over her shoulders, folding you in half. The angle has your tits pushed up, your nipples stiff and flushed, chest heaving as you pant up at her. She runs her palm up your thigh, fingers squeezing into the muscle, her other hand stroking her cock ā that big, fat thing jerking in her fist, veins thick and pulsing, precum drooling from the swollen, angry head.
āLook at you,ā she groans, cock slapping against your soaked folds, making you jolt. āTits bouncinā, pussy so fuckinā wet for me. You ready for Daddyās cock again?ā
Youāre already whining, hips twitching up for it, your body fucking desperate.
āPlease, Daddy,ā you breathe, your voice wrecked and filthy. āNeed it ā need you to fuck me.ā
And Casey fuckinā grins, cocky and feral, leaning down to press the thick head against your hole. Your cunt stretches around the tip instantly, still so soaked you both moan at the wet, obscene sound of it.
āFuck, baby ā youāre so fuckinā stretched already. Can feel how loose this pussy is for me,ā she rasps, voice breaking as she pushes deeper. Your walls drag over every vein, the fat ridge of the head catching against your walls before it pops inside.
You let out a desperate, broken cry as she bottoms out in one rough thrust, your tits bouncing with the force of it, the slap of her hips against yours sharp and wet.
āGod damn,ā Casey groans, sweat shining on her chest, her abs flexing as she holds herself there, feeling your cunt flutter around her. āStill so fuckinā tight ā greedy little thing, arenāt you?ā
Your nails dig into her arms, your tits bouncing with every hard, brutal thrust she gives you. The angleās so deep you swear you can feel her cock in your guts, the thick base grinding against your clit, making you sob.
She fucks you like she owns you ā hard, fast, reckless. The bed rocks with every slap of her hips, your legs shaking over her shoulders. Her bodyās gorgeous above you, muscles flexing with every snap of her hips, her tits bouncing with each movement, sweat trickling down her stomach.
Your own bodyās reacting like itās wired straight to hers ā every rough drive of her cock sending another pulse of slick gushing from your cunt, your tits bouncing, your nipples so tight it aches.
Caseyās watching you, her eyes glazed with lust, her lip curling into a filthy grin as your mouth drops open in a wrecked, helpless moan.
āFuck yeah, baby,ā she pants. āBounce those pretty tits for Daddy. Love seeinā you fall apart on this cock.ā
She drops one hand down, thumb circling your clit with rough, fast pressure, while her other hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head swim.
āCāmon,ā she growls, her thrusts going harder, the wet slap of your bodies obscene and perfect. āSay it. Say whoās fuckinā you this good.ā
āY-you, Daddy,ā you choke out, tears stinging your eyes, your pussy spasming around her. āOnly you ā only your cock feels this good.ā
That does it. Casey snarls, hips slamming home with bruising force, her cock throbbing deep inside you. The pressure on your clit, the stretch, the dirty words ā itās too much. Your orgasm rips through you, your body locking up, a scream tearing from your throat as your cunt clamps down around her cock.
You gush around her, soaking the sheets, your tits bouncing violently as she keeps fucking you through it, chasing her own release.
āF-fuck, baby ā thatās it,ā she groans, her face tightening, her cock swelling inside you. āGonna cum ā gonna fill you up again ā take every fuckinā drop like a good little slut.ā
With a ragged growl, Casey slams in one final time, her cock buried to the hilt as she unloads deep inside you. You feel it flood your pussy, thick, hot spurts of cum coating your walls, dripping out around her cock. She groans through clenched teeth, muscles flexing, cock jerking with every pulse.
The pressure, the stretch, the heat of it sends another wave of aftershocks through you, your pussy milking her for every drop.
When itās over, she collapses onto you, her cock still deep, both of you slick and filthy and breathless. Her mouth finds your neck, teeth sinking in to leave another claim, while her hand lazily toys with your oversensitive clit, making your legs tremble.
āMight keep you like this all fuckinā night,ā Casey murmurs, voice smug and wrecked, her cum leaking from your stretched hole around her thick cock. āGoddamn, sweetheart ā you were made for Daddyās cock.ā
And you canāt even speak, too blissed-out and wrecked to do anything but whimper for more.
Hydrangea Number 20) āyou should come out with us more often.ā, Section Chief Emily Prentiss who works so much she rarely goes out with the team. Reader has a crush, maybe they're dating? Not sure, you can think of something fitting <3
Thank you for participating!! Someone recently sent me an ask about younger flirty reader and shyer evolution Emily so it was on the brain while I wrote thisā¦I think Iām obsessed lol <3 part of the 800 celebration :p
Tags: evolution emily, theyāre in a bar and thereās a drink mentioned but its not specified if itās alcoholic or not, flirty reader, lap sitting (yay!), the oldest pickup line in the book, no use of yn
Word count: 0.9k
Itās her fault. Totally, completely, her fault. Sitting at the table with her arm slung over the back of the booth, boredom drawn in the slouch of her shoulders, eyes wandering and mouth plumped in a pretty sulk, sheās practically a sirenās call. Her finger traces idle circles on the rim of her glass; the metal strap of her watch catches the light, glinting on her wrist like the streaks of silver in her hair. Sheās busy watching the froth of dancers on the floor. Your eyes are drawn to the wide spread of her legs, her jean-clad thighs comfortably taking their space across the length of the booth.
To anyone else, her lazy sprawl screams stay the fuck away. To you itās nothing but a magnetic pull.
You had once known an Emily Prentiss who wasnāt quite so gun-shy. Who had perpetually been in the center of the crowd, her smile bright enough to dazzle whoever she had her arm around, a poor thing falling victim to her twin pairs of dimples. She used to be the first to suggest drinks, not the first to refuse them and call for a rain check in favor of locking herself up in her office all night.Ā
Maybe thatās where you get your burst of confidence from. Youāve known her for so long, loved her for an eternity and then some. Youād never have imagined seeing the day when sheād be willingly sat on the sidelines, watching lazily as people danced and writhed and threw back shots around her.
Before you can even think, youāre moving. Crossing over to the empty table, dodging dancers and waitresses until her gaze slowly flicks over to you.
āIs this seat taken?ā
Emilyās brow arches. Her mouth curls, a dimple flickering in and out of existence.
āThatās my lap.ā
āDoesnāt answer my question.ā
You expect a slow appraisal. A bewildered look. Neither come; a glint shines in her eyes, dark onyx gleaming under the tilt of her lashes. She laughs dryly and shrugs a shoulder, spreading her thigh wider for you to reach. āAll yours, sweetheart.ā
You shamelessly take a seat. Ass on one thigh, you sit sideways on her lap and slot both your legs neatly between hers.Ā
Emilyās hand curls down from the back of the booth. Her fingers lightly dig into your lower back, a circle of heat radiating through the material of your shirt.
She tilts her head. āCouldnāt find any other seats?ā She drawls, her thumb idly tracing up and down.
You shrug, grinning. āNone seemed quite this comfortable.ā
Youāre used to flirting with Emily. A woman like her, itās hard to hold backāespecially when, recently, sheās started to become far more self-deprecating. Making jabs about her hair, her age, herā¦ālacking performanceā. You fight her on it every time. She gives in and indulges your back and forth, but you can tell it never really reaches deeper than surface level.
You want to change that.
Heat radiates from the cushion of her thigh. You press yourself closer, the length of your side to her chest, easily lifting your arm and perching it on her shoulder. āYou really are awfully comfortable, Chief.ā You murmur, toying with a button on her shirt. āYouāve been holding out on me.ā
Emily inhales sharply. āIām flattered.ā She murmurs, her hand flexing on your waist. Those dark eyes lock on yours, pupil swallowing iris whole. āStay as long as you like.ā
With the rumble of her voice vibrating through your chest, her perfume clouding on your tongue, her arm curled comfortably around your waist, itās hard not to take her up on her offer. You laugh into the hollow of her jaw, feeling the shiver she fights to suppress.Ā
You situate yourself on her lap like your heart isnāt pounding, shifting your weight and grabbing a lock of her hair and twirling it around your finger, some boldness inside you giving you the boost to act as comfortable as a girlfriend. Youāve never been subtle, but youāve never been this, either.
Emily, for the most part, doesnāt outwardly seem to mind it. Her fingers continue wandering, toying, dipping just under your shirt and skimming your skin, nails dragging just above the hem of your jeans. All things considered, itās surprisinglyā¦easy lounging in your bossā lap, sharing sips of her drink and slowly getting drunk on the way she touches you with the barest tips of her fingers.
āYou know,ā you eventually muse, a silver lock of hair still twined around your finger, āyou should come out with us more often. We miss you.ā Emily softens, wrinkles creasing the corners of her eyes, and you get the courage. āI do.ā
Her smile is small, more genuine than anything youāve seen cross her face in ages. She squeezes your waist, her voice warm velvet across your chin.
āIām here, sweetheart.ā
You shake your head, shifting so youāre nearly straddling her thigh. āYouāre not. Not like you used to be. And I know itās not really your fault, butāā you gnaw on your lip, your heart working up a steady pound. One of Emilyās hands shifts to your face. She listens intently, one firm hand along your lower back to keep you from slipping. āI wantā¦ā you swallow. āI want you to come back to me.ā
Rather greedy of you, considering she was never yours. But Emily doesnāt think so. She stays silent for a bit, turning it over, then she thumbs at your jaw. Tilts your head, murmurs an apology. Seals it with a kiss.
If I had a nickel for every time my emotional support sexy female in a crime show got bangs, got shot, and went into witness protection I would have two nickels
If I had a nickel for every time my emotional support sexy female in a crime show got bangs, got shot, and went into witness protection I would have two nickels
What the fuck do u mean andrew Mendoza kept begging for emily to have a threesome with him and jj what was the point of mentioning this like 5 seasons later š
Hello ā„ļø just rewatched the Alaska episode hehe, do you have any fics based on that ep? thanks ((:
You know I do! "Only one bed" tropes aplenty!
To ease you into the Exit Wounds headspace, @ssaemilyhotchner has a <500 word ficlet in her collection alpha & omega that builds out the episode through the specific lens of the five senses.
Speaking of fives, @eyesontheskyline and @sequinsmile-x have beautiful relationship-spanning 5+1s that include the ep. See chapter 4 of could i rest here for a while? (M) and part one of Nestle (G), respectively. (But be sure to read the full fics!)
Fixated on that sweater? Then heating up in here (E) by @sunlightgalaxy is for you. Or were you, like Morgan, struck when Hotch slipped up and said "it's like Emily said on the plane"? @em-prentiss includes that iconic moment in her oneshot strange what desire will make foolish people do (G).
As always, I'm sure I'm missing fics on this list, so keep an eye out for any additions in the comments. Thanks for asking, and happy reading!
