20s, usa | retired gifmaker, occasional fic writer
cm, nhl (njd), friends, the west wing, grey’s, ts, svu | currently watching: svu s24 and old eps whenever they’re live on hulu, cm at random, playoff hockey
one month since i first watched heated rivalry as someone who’s 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
⸝⸝ A NIGHT AT CASEY'S — c.novak x female best friend
⸝⸝ PREMISE: You always crash at Casey’s place after nights out — 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, “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were packing that?” 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 light’s on, the door cracked, and what you see makes the air catch in your throat.
Casey’s 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 you’ve ever seen in your life. And you don’t even think she’s noticed you yet.
She’s jerking herself off in slow, steady strokes — 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 it’s looking at. Heat blooms low in your belly, sharp and sweet and filthy. You didn’t know Casey was packing something like that. Hell, you hadn’t even really let yourself imagine it.
But now you can’t stop.
Her cock is gorgeous — 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.
You’re wet already — embarrassingly so — 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 hasn’t seen you.
You don’t even realize you’ve stepped closer until the floor creaks under your foot.
Her head snaps forward, eyes latching onto yours — 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.
“Well, well,” 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. “Didn’t hear you come in, sweetheart.”
You can’t 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 it’ll help, but it doesn’t.
“I…” you start, then shake your head, voice barely a whisper. “Jesus, Casey.”
She grins wider, the kind of cocky, dangerous smile that makes your stomach flip. “What’s wrong? Never seen a cock before?”
“Not like that,” 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 — 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. “C’mere, baby,” she murmurs, voice hoarse, her thumb brushing over the tip of her cock and smearing the slick bead across the head. “No point in just watchin’, huh?”
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, she’s 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 she’s 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 it’s probably visible if you stripped them off right now. She can tell, too — 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.
“Go ahead,” Casey murmurs, voice low and thick, her free hand reaching out to rest on your waist. “Touch it.”
You don’t 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.
“Fuck, baby,” she rasps, head tipping back against the wall, her throat working around a swallow. “Didn’t think you’d actually have the guts.”
You smirk, wrapping your hand around the shaft just under the head — your fingers can’t 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.
“Didn’t think you were packing something like this,” you breathe, stroking her slow, watching the way her abs tense, the soft flex and jump of her cock in your hand.
“Could’ve asked,” she grins, voice a little shaky now, her eyes locked on your hand moving over her cock. “Would’ve let you have it anytime you wanted.”
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.
“Jesus fuck,” she groans. “Open that mouth, sweetheart.”
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.
It’s a stretch — you can already feel your jaw ache a little and you’ve barely taken the tip — 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.
“God, you look so fuckin’ good like this,” Casey growls, her hips giving a shallow thrust that pushes her cock deeper into your mouth. “Bet that cunt’s soaked already, huh? Drippin’ for my cock?”
You moan around her, and she hisses through her teeth.
“Shit — yeah, you are,” she mutters, pulling you off her with a wet pop and grabbing your chin so you’ll look at her. Her cock glistens with your spit, a fat bead of precum still clinging to the slit. “Take those off.”
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.
“Look at you,” she murmurs, stroking herself slow again as her gaze trails over your soaked folds, the way your arousal shines in the low light. “So wet for me already. Knew you’d be like this.”
Your face heats, but you don’t care — not when you’re aching like this, not when your pussy’s clenching around nothing just watching her fist that big, gorgeous cock.
“Casey,” you whisper, stepping closer, reaching to brace your hands on her shoulders. “I need you to fuck me.”
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.
“You sure, baby?” she rasps against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “I’m not gonna be gentle.”
“Good,” you breathe, grinding your slick pussy against her length, shuddering at the obscene heat and size of it. “I don’t want you to be.”
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. It’s so much — bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken — your walls clenching around her, your pussy trying to suck her in even deeper.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Casey growls, teeth gritted, sweat beading on her brow as she holds herself back, easing deeper inch by inch. “Goddamn, baby… feels so fuckin’ good.”
Your nails dig into her shoulders, hips rolling instinctively, chasing that fullness, the obscene, perfect stretch of her cock inside you.
“More,” you gasp, panting against her ear. “I want all of it.”
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 she’s 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 isn’t even a moan — it’s a needy, broken whimper, your body jerking as your clit grinds down against the rough line of her pelvis.
“Fucking Christ,” Casey groans, her hands digging into the fat of your ass, fingers flexing hard enough to bruise. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking wet… so tight… fuck.”
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 can’t help it — 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.
“Yeah? You like leavin’ your marks, sweetheart?” she growls, her voice ragged as she bucks her hips up into you. “Go ahead. Fuckin’ claim me.”
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 — 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.
“Goddamn, look at you,” Casey grits, slamming her hips up harder now, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. “Riding my cock like you’ve been dying for it.”
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. It’s filthy, wet, fucking perfect.
Your clit grinds against her pelvis with every thrust, sharp sparks of pleasure shooting through you, and you know you’re close — 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.
“C’mon, baby,” she growls, sweat shining on her skin, her eyes locked on yours. “Wanna feel this tight little cunt squeeze my cock. Cum for me.”
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.
“F-fuck, yeah — just like that, baby, milk my cock — fuck,” she pants, hips snapping up into you, chasing her own release.
You’re still shaking, breath ragged, as you lean in and bite her collarbone one more time, claiming her, marking her up like she’s yours. And she fucking is — the way her cock throbs inside you, the way she groans your name, it’s yours.
Casey’s thrusts turn erratic, her breath catching on a curse as her cock swells, and then she’s spilling inside you — 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 you’re trembling.
When it’s 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.
“Leaving all those marks on you, counselor,” you murmur, voice wrecked and smug. “Better button that shirt high tomorrow.”
Casey chuckles, breathless, her hand smoothing down your back. “Shit, sweetheart,” she grins, voice still hoarse. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
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 pussy’s still leaking, stretched wide from how hard she just fucked you, but the second she strokes her cock — thick, flushed dark, and glistening with your slick and her cum — 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 — that big, fat thing jerking in her fist, veins thick and pulsing, precum drooling from the swollen, angry head.
“Look at you,” she groans, cock slapping against your soaked folds, making you jolt. “Tits bouncin’, pussy so fuckin’ wet for me. You ready for Daddy’s cock again?”
You’re already whining, hips twitching up for it, your body fucking desperate.
“Please, Daddy,” you breathe, your voice wrecked and filthy. “Need it — need you to fuck me.”
And Casey fuckin’ 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.
“Fuck, baby — you’re so fuckin’ stretched already. Can feel how loose this pussy is for me,” 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.
“God damn,” Casey groans, sweat shining on her chest, her abs flexing as she holds herself there, feeling your cunt flutter around her. “Still so fuckin’ tight — greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
Your nails dig into her arms, your tits bouncing with every hard, brutal thrust she gives you. The angle’s 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 — hard, fast, reckless. The bed rocks with every slap of her hips, your legs shaking over her shoulders. Her body’s gorgeous above you, muscles flexing with every snap of her hips, her tits bouncing with each movement, sweat trickling down her stomach.
Your own body’s reacting like it’s wired straight to hers — every rough drive of her cock sending another pulse of slick gushing from your cunt, your tits bouncing, your nipples so tight it aches.
Casey’s watching you, her eyes glazed with lust, her lip curling into a filthy grin as your mouth drops open in a wrecked, helpless moan.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” she pants. “Bounce those pretty tits for Daddy. Love seein’ you fall apart on this cock.”
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.
“C’mon,” she growls, her thrusts going harder, the wet slap of your bodies obscene and perfect. “Say it. Say who’s fuckin’ you this good.”
“Y-you, Daddy,” you choke out, tears stinging your eyes, your pussy spasming around her. “Only you — only your cock feels this good.”
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 — it’s 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.
“F-fuck, baby — that’s it,” she groans, her face tightening, her cock swelling inside you. “Gonna cum — gonna fill you up again — take every fuckin’ drop like a good little slut.”
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 it’s 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.
“Might keep you like this all fuckin’ night,” Casey murmurs, voice smug and wrecked, her cum leaking from your stretched hole around her thick cock. “Goddamn, sweetheart — you were made for Daddy’s cock.”
And you can’t even speak, too blissed-out and wrecked to do anything but whimper for more.
Hydrangea Number 20) “you should come out with us more often.”, 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 this…I think I’m obsessed lol <3 part of the 800 celebration :p
Tags: evolution emily, they’re in a bar and there’s a drink mentioned but its not specified if it’s alcoholic or not, flirty reader, lap sitting (yay!), the oldest pickup line in the book, no use of yn
Word count: 0.9k
It’s 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, she’s practically a siren’s 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. She’s 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 it’s nothing but a magnetic pull.
You had once known an Emily Prentiss who wasn’t 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.
Maybe that’s where you get your burst of confidence from. You’ve known her for so long, loved her for an eternity and then some. You’d never have imagined seeing the day when she’d be willingly sat on the sidelines, watching lazily as people danced and writhed and threw back shots around her.
Before you can even think, you’re moving. Crossing over to the empty table, dodging dancers and waitresses until her gaze slowly flicks over to you.
“Is this seat taken?”
Emily’s brow arches. Her mouth curls, a dimple flickering in and out of existence.
“That’s my lap.”
“Doesn’t answer my question.”
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. “All yours, sweetheart.”
You shamelessly take a seat. Ass on one thigh, you sit sideways on her lap and slot both your legs neatly between hers.
Emily’s 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. “Couldn’t find any other seats?” She drawls, her thumb idly tracing up and down.
You shrug, grinning. “None seemed quite this comfortable.”
You’re used to flirting with Emily. A woman like her, it’s hard to hold back—especially when, recently, she’s started to become far more self-deprecating. Making jabs about her hair, her age, her…“lacking performance”. 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. “You really are awfully comfortable, Chief.” You murmur, toying with a button on her shirt. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
Emily inhales sharply. “I’m flattered.” She murmurs, her hand flexing on your waist. Those dark eyes lock on yours, pupil swallowing iris whole. “Stay as long as you like.”
With the rumble of her voice vibrating through your chest, her perfume clouding on your tongue, her arm curled comfortably around your waist, it’s hard not to take her up on her offer. You laugh into the hollow of her jaw, feeling the shiver she fights to suppress.
You situate yourself on her lap like your heart isn’t 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. You’ve never been subtle, but you’ve never been this, either.
Emily, for the most part, doesn’t 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, it’s surprisingly…easy lounging in your boss’ lap, sharing sips of her drink and slowly getting drunk on the way she touches you with the barest tips of her fingers.
“You know,” you eventually muse, a silver lock of hair still twined around your finger, “you should come out with us more often. We miss you.” Emily softens, wrinkles creasing the corners of her eyes, and you get the courage. “I do.”
Her smile is small, more genuine than anything you’ve seen cross her face in ages. She squeezes your waist, her voice warm velvet across your chin.
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
You shake your head, shifting so you’re nearly straddling her thigh. “You’re not. Not like you used to be. And I know it’s not really your fault, but—” you gnaw on your lip, your heart working up a steady pound. One of Emily’s hands shifts to your face. She listens intently, one firm hand along your lower back to keep you from slipping. “I want…” you swallow. “I want you to come back to me.”
Rather greedy of you, considering she was never yours. But Emily doesn’t 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 😭
Hello ♥️ 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!
