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Phone Sex w/ Casey

casey novak x female reader

WARNINGS praise kink, dom!casey, masterbaiting, teasing

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“hey. you’re still at the office, right?”

“guilty. the DA wants this file cross referenced with everything from this case and—“ she pauses, the smile evident on her face. “wait. that tone. what are you up to?”

you shift on the couch, playing with the hem of your t-shirt — her shirt, technically.

“nothing….i just miss you.”

there’s a beat of silence on the other end. then, her voice drops, playful.

“oh? and are you missing me, or missing what i do to you?”

you grin, hooked.

“both. but i’ve been thinking about the last time you had me against the kitchen counter. you remember?”

casey exhales — slowly.

“oh yeah i remember. you were so loud i was sure the neighbors were going to hear.”

“i know…i wanted them to,” you murmur again, softer this time, fingers brushing lower beneath the hem of her t-shirt, your skin burning, the ache between your thighs impossible to ignore now. you bite your lip, hips shifting restlessly on the couch.

casey’s breath catches. you hear it, that sharp little inhale on the other end of the line. her voice is lower when she speaks, velvet-drenched and dangerous.

“tell me what you’re wearing, sweetheart.” she demands, voice lower now — huskier. her courtroom voice as you like to call it. firm. commanding.

you smirk, letting your head fall back against the cushions, fingertips skimming over the waistband of your panties — a thin, barely-there pair of lace you’d thrown on out of habit.

“your t-shirt,” you murmur, voice sweet and thick with need, “and nothing else.”

casey’s breath catches. you hear it, that sharp little inhale on the other end of the line. her voice is lower when she speaks, velvet-drenched and dangerous.

“fuck,” she exhales. “touch yourself for me.”

you don’t hesitate. your hand dips lower, the slick heat between your thighs making you curse under your breath. you’re already soaked, your folds slippery, your clit throbbing, desperate for attention. your middle finger finds it easily, circling slow, teasing, just like you know drives yourself crazy.

“i’m so wet for you, case,” you whisper, your voice breaking on her name.

her groan down the line is obscene. gravelly, ragged.

“jesus christ… you better be loud for me. tell me how it feels.”

“so fucking good,” you breathe, your fingers moving faster now, two slipping down to part your folds, gathering the mess there before sliding back up to your clit, rubbing tight, eager circles. your thighs twitch. “i’m soaked, casey. it’s dripping down onto the couch.”

she growls low, the sound of it making your toes curl.

“if you were here,” you murmur, teasing your slick entrance with two fingertips, “i’d have your face between my thighs right now.”

casey’s breath stutters on the other end. “fuck— you keep talking like that and i’m leaving this office in five goddamn minutes.”

as she says this, your head tips back, the knot in your stomach pulling tighter, your hips grinding up into your hand. you whimper her name, needy, desperate.

“casey… oh, fuck, i’m—”

“cum for me,” she commands, voice a whipcrack. “now.”

and you do. your back arches, muscles clenching, a loud, broken moan tearing from your throat as you cum hard, her name spilling from your lips like a prayer, like a curse.

“casey — fuck — casey, casey—!”

your pussy spasms around nothing, slick flooding your fingers, your breath coming in ragged gasps. she’s murmuring something on the other end — low, filthy praise — but you’re too ucked-out to catch all of it.

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thank you so so much once again to @jareaufiles for helping me writing this (once again) !! she is truly a godsend <3

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[daddynovck]

THE JIGGLE?????? god im not your strongest soldier

this is too much novak.. too much

[daddynovck]

Never found casey annoying tbf, she never had to grow on me, I was hooked from day one, maybe I'm just enlightened

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you search the definition of babygirl and she pops up

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“how dare you think it’s romantic, leaving me safe and stranded. cause fuck it, i was in love. so fuck you if i can’t have us.”

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“is it a wonder i broke?”

“let’s hear one more joke.”

“then we could all just laugh until i cry.”

[daddynovck]

STUPID. or is it? SLOW. maybe it’s…USELESS! but there’s a cuter word for it…i know! MANCHIIILDDD

(i am quite literally thee biggest chester lake hater you’ll ever meet btw.)

[daddynovck]

Heat Between The Lines

casey novak x female reader

warnings: lottt of smut, strap-on, dom!casey

(also wrote this reallyyy drunk so id apologise but this for some reason is one of my best works? lolll anyway enjoy!)

(just wanna give the biggest creds ever EVER to @jareaufiles who helped me write this!! ily<3)

the apartment was quiet, casey had the night off and you’d just came home. you walked in to her on couch in a long pink silk robe, her hair tied up in a tight bun and her glasses resting against the top of her head holding her hair back from her face.

you walked into the living room, and she looked up from the book she was reading. “hi sweetheart, how was work?” she said quietly, shutting the book and taking her glasses off her head sitting them both down on the coffee table.

you walked over to her and sighed, “i don’t wanna talk about it, rough case.”

“that’s okay we don’t need to.” she patted her lap for you to rest your head on. and you did just that.

“what’s been on your mind, honey?” her fingers brushing through your hair softly.

“…just need a distraction, that okay?” you titled you head up a little to look at her

“of course it’s okay, you know distraction is my specialty….” she teases gently, trying to lighten the mood

you let out a small sigh, finally starting to relax under her touch.

casey continues to run her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle and soothing. she watches you for a moment, seeing the tension slowly melt away.

after a few moments of silence she finally decides to speak up again, her voice soft.

“hey….” she says gently

you open your eyes, looking up at her your expression a bit weary “hmm?”

“so…about that distraction….” she says, her voice still soft

“can i try something? i just need you to sit back for me…” she asks

you slowly sit up from her lap and sit back on the couch for her

she speaks quietly still, her eyes now roaming over you. she takes another breath, her confidence returning fully now. “can you take off your shirt for me, darling?”

your lips part slightly, a small shiver running down your spine at the command. you hesitate for a second, the thought of this “experiment” she suggested a while ago finally coming into place, yet still a bit of mystery. you study casey’s face, the vulnerability there as well as the glimmer of need that’s always just underneath the surface when it comes to you. you nod, letting her know you’ll do it.

her heart skips a beat at your nod, her small smirk turning into a more genuine smile. she watches as you take off your shirt, her eyes taking over your exposed skin and memorising every inch.

she’s still leaning over you now, her eyes burning into yours as you set the shirt down. she studies you for a moment longer, letting the anticipation build. “youre so beautiful….” she mumbles, her voice dripping with anticipation.

“should we uh….take this to the bedroom?” you ask her, tilting your head to the side slightly.

she nods slowly, and takes your hand, leading you slowly to the bedroom.

casey’s grip on your hand firm, but needless still lingering beneath the surface. she leads you to the bedroom, her eyes never leaving yours.

as you as you’re inside, she closes the door behind you, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet apartment.

her eyes continue to roam over your body, every inch of skin still on fire. she takes a step towards you, her hand coming up to gently cup your chin.

“sit on the bed for me baby…” she commands, still a hint of vulnerability in her voice as she speaks, almost as if she’s not exactly sure how you’ll react.

you obey her request, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge, you watch her every move, the anticipation building with each passing second. she’s still standing, her eyes fixed on you, a small smirk playing onto her lips.

she takes a small breath, her heart beating faster in her chest. she steps closer, her hand now coming up to gently cup your chin again.

“don’t move.” she whispers her voice lower than usual, yet still raspy. she holds still for a moment before she sits down beside you gesturing you to sit on her lap, now straddling her.

you settle onto her lap, your knees on either side of her as she looks you in the eyes. your heart is racing, the neediness from earlier building up even more. you let out a small sigh, her fingers gently tracing up sand down your jawline to your neck.

“you’re being so good for me darling…” she purrs, her thumb tracing over your collarbone.

she taps your thigh twice to stand up for her.

“where are you going?” you asked

she walks over to your closet in your shared bedroom, and takes out the box of toys, your eyes open wide and your breath hitches as you see her open the box of toys, your heart rate already speeding up in anticipation. casey walks back over to stand in front of you, a small, teasing smile on her lips as she looks at you.

“let’s play..” she says, her head tilting to the side as she looks you up and down. she sets the box down next to you as she continues to look down at you. she’s now standing in between your legs, her eyes locked onto yours. she can feel herself getting more and more worked up with each passing second, the feeling of being in control only adding to the excitement

“do you trust me?” she asks again, her voice low but still holding the usual confidence. there’s a hint uncertainty in her eyes though - she’s stepping out of her comfort zone here, and she wants to to make sure you’re on the same page.

“yes….god yes.” you say

casey lets out at laugh at that as her eyes wander over you again, her finger still tracing over your lip. she hesitates for a second before continuing.

“can you strip for me, sweetheart?” her breathing is a bit quicker now, she lets your chin go so she can lean back a little, giving you space.

you begin to take off your clothes until your completely bare beneath her. her breath hitches slightly as she watches you, her heart racing at the sight of you. she can’t help the small shiver that runs down her spine, the combinations of vulnerability and excitement making her head spin. she takes a small step closer to you, her eyes roaming over you.

“god, you’re beautiful….” she mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper as she reaches out to gently touch your skin.

“take this off…” you gesture towards her robe.

“no…no touching, not until i say, understood?” she says, her voice firm and authoritative.

“sit down on the bed for me baby.” she orders, her voice still quiet.

you do as she says, sitting down on the bed, casey watches you for a moment, her mind racing with possibilities. she takes another step closer to you, now standing directly in front of you.

“good girl.” she whispers, her eyes roaming over your naked figure again.

“now….im going to need you to close your eyes and lie down for me, okay? it’ll just take a second.” she asks, her voice still dripping with desire as she takes a step back from the bed and goes towards the dresser. the silk robe hangs loose on her shoulders, a glimpse of her bare skin, the sharp cut of her collarbones, the smooth curves of her breasts catching your eye. you obey her instantly, sprawling on the bed for her, your thighs already spread, your slick cunt glistening in the soft, low light of your shared bedroom.

casey lets her eyes slowly drag over your body, lingering on the way your folds glisten, puffy and soaked, a mess between your legs and she hasn’t even touched you yet. she chuckles under her breath, pulling open the drawer and lifting out the harness and thick, pretty pastel pink strap, the silicone cock heavy in her hand. your breath catches as she strokes a hand down the length of it, her smirk sharp, knowing.

“look at that pussy.” she murmurs, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, her voice dropping into a tone that makes your stomach clench. “dripping for me, and i haven’t even gotten this inside you yet. fucking pathetic.”

you moan, your hips rolling helplessly against the sheets, desperate for any kind or friction. casey laughs again, this time cruel and all at once, as she drops the robe from her shoulders, letting it puddle at her feet. she’s gloriously naked, skin flushed, her nipples tight, and she takes her time buckling the harness into place around her hips. the thick strap juts out proudly, already slick with lube, and you watch as she adjusts it, tugging the tight straps tight.

as she moves, the base of the cock presses against her clit, and she lets out a low, needy groan, her eyelids fluttering for just a second before she snaps her gaze back to you. “mmm, fuck. gonna get myself off on this whilst i ruin you, sweetheart.”

she struts over to the bed, the cock bouncing slightly with each step she took, and your mouth waters at the sight of it — thick, veiny and so obscenely big it makes your cunt clench around nothing. casey kneels on the bed in front of you between your legs, letting the head of the strap run through your soaked folds, gathering your slick teasing your clit until you’re whimpering and arching up into it.

“you want it?” she asks, voice low, one brow raised. she pushes the head of the cock just barely inside, the stretch making your mouth drop open.

“y-yes— please casey, fuck me—“

“beg prettier than that, baby.” she growls, rolling her hips so the base of the strap grinds deliciously against her clit, making her groan again. “i’m not giving you this cock ‘til you earn it.”

your pussy throbs, a slick, messy ache between your legs and you’d say anything to have her inside you. watching her get off whilst she fucks you is enough to make your entire body burn. and she knows it too.

your voices shakes as you try, desperate and breathless, the words tumbling out in a needy, wrecked mess. “please, casey— please fuck me with your cock, i need it, i’ll be so good for you, i promise—just please, im so wet for you, it hurts.”

her smirk deepens, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes like she own every part of you—because she does. she watches the way your pussy clenches around nothing. slick and puffy aching for her, the lips glistening, your clit swollen and twitching with every teasing pass of the strap. she groans again, shifting her hips so the fat base of the cock grinds against her clit. the harness pressing snug against her slick folds, the friction making her shudder.

“mmm, there’s my good girl.” she murmurs, leaning over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping the base of the strap as she starts to push it inside. the stretch is instant, thick and overwhelming. dragging a wrecked moan from your throat as your cunt parts around the thick, slick head. “you feel that, baby? so fucking tight, so wet, this pussy was made for me.”

your back arches, fingers scrabbling at the sheets as she sinks deeper, inch by inch, the drag of the cock against your walls making your head spin. it’s obscene how wet you are — the sound of it, your slick coating the strap, slicking to the harness, dripping onto her thighs. casey’s teeth graze your ear as she thrusts in the last inch, bottoming out, the base grinding against her clit, and she groans, low and filthy.

“god, i can feel you clenching around it,” she hisses, rolling her hips slowly, letting you adjust to the thick stretch whilst her own pleasure mounts from pressure against her clit. “fucking soaking me already, sweetheart. what a cock-drunk little slut.”

you whimper, pleasure sparking sharp and hot through you as she starts to move, slow at first, the thick cock dragging along every nerve inside you. your tits bounce with every roll of her hips, nipples tight, body trembling casey watches every reaction, one hand grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at her.

“eyes on me,” she snaps “you’re gonna watch me while i ruin this needy little cunt.”

and then she starts to fuck you in earnest— hard, deep, relentless. the thick strap pounding into you, the base grinding against her clit with with every thrust, drawing low, guttural moans from her throat as she uses you. your slick coats the cock, the sheets beneath you. your pussy clenching around it so tight you swear you’re about to loose your mind.

“gonna cum so fucking hard, baby.” casey groans her voice wrecked with pleasure, sweat-slick hair falling into her face as she drives into you. “i’m gonna grind this cock against my clit whilst i fill you up, and you’re gonna beg me to never stop, aren’t you?”

and you will — because there’s no world where you’d ever want her to stop.

the pressure in your belly snaps so fast you barely have time to gasp before it’s happening; your pussy clenches down around the thick strap, so tight it makes a filthy, wet sound as casey drives it deep one last time. your legs shake, thighs trembling violently, and a hot rush of slick gushes out around the cock, soaking the harness and casey’s hips. you cry out, voice breaking on her name, the sound raw and needy, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you, your body seizing up under her. casey groans low, grinding her hips down, the base of the strap pressing hard against her clit, chasing her own orgasm against your soaked cunt. “fuck, yeah, baby… cum on my cock. look at this pussy… soaking me like a good fucking whore.”

you think you can take more, baby?” casey’s voice is a low, gravelly growl against your ear, sweat-slick strands of hair sticking to her neck as she grinds the strap deep into your overstimulated, aching pussy. the cock’s still thick and slick from how wrecked you already are, your inner thighs a shiny, messy disaster. you nod weakly, your voice a broken whimper, desperate for her to fill you up again.

she grabs your jaw, forces you to look up at her. “use your words, sweetheart.”

“y-yes, casey,” you pant, body still twitching from the last orgasm. “i can take it… i need it, please.”

casey grins, something dangerous and filthy lighting up in her eyes. “good girl. on the floor. now.”

your stomach flips as she guides you off the bed by your wrist, her grip firm but not cruel, dragging you down onto the cool floorboards. the contrast against your hot skin makes you shudder. she nudges your thighs apart with her knee, and before you can even fully settle, she hooks your ankles in her hands and pushes your legs up into the air, folding you open, cunt glistening and exposed.

“mmm, fuck… look at that messy pussy,” she groans, eyes dragging over the swollen, wet lips, your clit already twitching, folds slick and puffy. “gonna ruin you in this position, baby. gonna fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days.”

the new angle makes your stomach clench in anticipation. you’ve never taken her like this before — folded up, legs pinned in her hands, her standing over you with that thick strap already lined up against your entrance. the base of the harness presses tight against her clit as she shifts her hips, making her hiss through her teeth.

she slides the cock through your folds, collecting slick, before pushing in with one smooth, hard thrust. the stretch feels deeper, thicker, the angle letting the fat head of the cock drag against your front wall in a way that makes your toes curl. your mouth drops open in a wrecked, desperate moan.

“oh my—fuck, casey—”

“yeah, you feel that?” she growls, voice ragged, hips slamming forward, making your tits bounce with every brutal thrust. “takes cock so fucking good, sweetheart. look at how messy you are for me.”

every thrust pounds deep, the thick silicone cock splitting you open, slick noises filling the room as your pussy clutches desperately around it. the base grinds against her clit with every snap of her hips, her breath coming faster, a flushed, wrecked look on her face as she chases her own release.

“god… this pussy’s fucking perfect,” casey snarls, leaning over, one hand still pinning your legs back as she pistons her hips, the harness base mashing against her swollen, needy clit. “you’re gonna make me cum, baby… gonna cum all over this cock while you cream around it. just like this.”

you can feel your orgasm winding tight again, the pressure building deep in your belly, that thick cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly in this position. your moans get higher, breathier, your body a trembling, oversensitive mess.

and then you snap — your pussy clamps down around the strap so hard it makes a filthy, wet squelch, your slick gushing out around the thick length, dripping down to the floor. your body jerks, legs trembling in her grip, a loud, wrecked sob of her name falling from your lips.

casey lets out a strangled moan as the harness base grinds hard against her clit one last time, the pressure and friction too much, sending her over. her hips stutter, a desperate, needy growl in her throat as her body tightens, the orgasm crashing through her in hot waves, her cunt slick and throbbing against the harness straps.

“fuck, fuck—yes, baby… fuck,” she groans, keeping herself pressed against you, riding it out, her body trembling as she grinds her soaked clit down. the sound of your slick, her breathless moans, your wrecked cries fill the room.

neither of you moves for a long, filthy moment — your pussy fluttering around the strap still buried deep, casey’s catching her breath, her hands still tight around your trembling legs.

and she grins down at you, cock still inside, voice thick and fucked-out as she murmurs, “you’re mine, sweetheart. every inch of this messy little cunt belongs to me.”

the room’s still thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air warm and heavy, your body boneless and trembling on the floor where casey left you folded up and wrecked. your chest rises and falls in shallow, uneven breaths, thighs sticky with slick, the thick cock still buried inside you, though casey’s hips have stilled. Her grip on your legs loosens, and she lets them down gently, careful not to drop them too fast, cradling your calves in her palms like you’re something fragile now.

“hey… easy, baby,” casey murmurs, her voice low and rough from moaning, but softened in a way it never is when she’s in control. she pulls out slowly, the cock leaving your swollen, oversensitive cunt with a wet, obscene noise that makes you whimper, more from sensitivity than pain.

“shhh, shh, you did so good for me,” she soothes immediately, leaning down to press a kiss to your sweaty temple, one hand moving to stroke your hair back from your face. Her fingers feel cool against your flushed skin. “I’ve got you now.”

casey unbuckles the harness and tosses it aside without a second glance, her focus entirely on you. she brushes her thumb over your cheek, frowning slightly at the way you’re still shaking, your breathing hitched.

“c’mere, baby. let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” she murmurs, and she doesn’t ask — she just gathers you up into her arms like you weigh nothing, carrying you carefully to the bathroom. the ache in your thighs and pussy makes you wince a little, and she notices immediately, her grip adjusting, murmuring quiet apologies against your hair.

she sets you down on the edge of the tub, grabbing a soft washcloth, running it under warm water. you watch her through hazy eyes, your heart tugging at how different she looks now — hair damp with sweat, cheeks flushed, but her gaze is gentle, fond even. she kneels in front of you, parting your legs with a careful touch.

“this might sting a little, sweetheart,” she warns quietly, her voice like silk. and it does, a little, as she gently wipes the mess from between your thighs, cleaning away your slick and the wet sheen clinging to your skin. but her touch is so tender you almost melt into it, sighing softly.

“good girl,” she praises under her breath as she works, like you’re something precious. “took me so good… made me feel so fucking good too.”

once you’re clean, she stands and runs a warm bath, pouring in some lavender oil from the little bottle you always keep by the tub. the room fills with the calming scent almost instantly. she helps you in, settling you back against her chest when she slips in behind you, her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.

you let out a soft, contented sigh as the warmth soothes your aching muscles, your head falling back onto her shoulder.

“better?” she asks, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“mmm,” you hum, turning your face into her neck. “love you.”

casey stills for half a second, then her arms tighten around you, another kiss pressed to your temple. “i love you too, baby. so fucking much.”

the two of you stay like that until the water starts to cool; casey’s fingertips idly tracing lazy circles on your belly, her cheek resting against your damp hair, your breathing finally slow and even.

and when she finally carries you back to bed, slipping a hoodie over your head and kissing the top of it once you’re dressed, she pulls you in close and whispers, “mine,” one last time before you fall asleep in her arms.

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Please Break My Heart (Please Don't Go, I Love You So)

a continuation of Clerical Error recommended to read first but not really necessary

ao3

She left before dawn, moving like a ghost in the quiet hotel room. Her clothes were scattered across the floor, her heels tipped over in the corner. But she didn’t stop to gather them neatly or think too long. She just dressed in silence, the weight of what she had done pressing into her chest with every breath.

Casey Novak had always believed herself to be a good person. Maybe not perfect, but good. Principled. Disciplined. She believed in doing the right thing, even when it hurt. But that belief felt hollow now, like it had been cracked straight down the center the moment she let Alexandra Cabot kiss her. The moment she kissed her back.

She hadn’t planned for it to happen. But the moment she opened the door, something shifted. Something ancient and unspoken. And once their lips met, once the lines blurred, once Alex’s hands were on her waist and her breath caught in her throat—there was no pretending she didn’t want it.

Now, hours later, she couldn’t bear to look at the woman sleeping so softly behind her.

Alex lay curled on her side, one hand outstretched toward the empty space where Casey had been. She looked peaceful. Safe. Unaware that Casey was already halfway gone.

There was no note. No explanation. Just the soft click of the door as it closed behind her.

She went home that morning without telling anyone. Changed her ticket at the desk with shaking hands. Said she had a personal emergency. Smiled politely. Tried not to cry.

By the time she arrived, the guilt had settled deep into her stomach. It throbbed with every heartbeat. She hadn’t eaten. Hadn’t slept. Her reflection in the train window looked pale and far away.

Charlie didn’t notice. Or maybe he did and didn’t ask. He greeted her with the same warm smile, the same easy hug, the same unknowing tenderness that only twisted the knife deeper. She kissed him, too hard, too fast, too desperate to bury the truth beneath the taste of routine.

But the memory of Alex lingered like a bruise.

She avoided work for the next few days. Claimed exhaustion. Claimed food poisoning. Claimed anything except what she was really feeling: broken, guilty, and terrified.

She didn’t answer Alex’s texts. Left her unread. Didn’t return her call. It wasn’t that she didn’t care. She cared too much and that was the problem.

What they’d done—it wasn’t just infidelity. It wasn’t just a mistake. It was something else. Something she had locked away years ago and thought she could forget. She loved Alex. She always had, somewhere deep down. But she also had Charlie. A fiancé. A ring on her finger. A whole life carefully built around the version of herself she thought she was supposed to be.

Now, it all felt like a lie.

She showered until her skin went raw. Couldn’t sleep unless she was curled on the bathroom floor, cold tile against her cheek. When she closed her eyes, she could still feel Alex’s breath at her collarbone, her voice a whisper against her neck.

She felt like a monster.

Worse, she felt like a coward.

Because instead of facing what she’d done—what it meant—she disappeared. She left Alex with nothing. No closure. No apology. No truth.

Because if she saw her again, if she looked into those sharp blue eyes and saw what she’d done to them, she wasn’t sure she’d survive it.

Because the only thing worse than hurting Alex… was letting herself love her back.

And she did.

She loved her so.

But she couldn’t bear to say it. Not yet. Not while the ring was still on her hand. Not while her life still belonged to someone else.

Casey buried it.

She folded that night with Alex into a tight, private corner of herself and shut the door. Locked it. Swallowed the key. Told herself, over and over, that it didn’t count. That it wasn’t real. That she could pretend it never happened as long as she never spoke it aloud.

She straightened the ring on her finger and smiled when Charlie made dinner. She let him brush her hair back from her face. Let him kiss her cheek, her temple, her lips. She laughed at his jokes, said “I love you” in all the right places, and answered his texts within seconds. She planned the wedding with precision. Booked the venue. Confirmed the florist. Tasted the cake.

She called her mother. Sent thank-you notes. 

She did everything she was supposed to. A good fiance. 

At work, she was unstoppable. Impeccable heels, sharp suits, flawless arguments. She won back-to-back trials, stayed late without complaint, and smiled through meetings with judges and detectives like her soul wasn’t quietly fraying beneath the surface.

If anyone noticed how tightly she was holding herself together, they didn’t say a word.

That was the thing about Casey Novak — she could make pain look like discipline. She could make heartbreak look like ambition. She could crack down the middle and no one would see the splinters unless they ran their hands across her.

She told herself she was doing the right thing.

Charlie was good. He was steady. He loved her. He wanted the same things she did—on paper. She’d convinced herself, long ago, that love didn’t need to set her on fire. That it could be kind and quiet and consistent. That the passion Alex made her feel was a relic from a more reckless time.

But it wasn’t. Not really. And no matter how many prayers she whispered into her pillow at night—“Please take this from me, please forgive me, please make me forget”—it didn’t go away.

Alex haunted her like a hymn.

Some nights, she sat alone in the darkened kitchen long after Charlie had gone to bed. Tea gone cold in her hands. Her phone on the table, screen dark, heart aching.

She never dialed. Never typed a message. But she thought about it. Every night.

“I’m sorry.”

“I miss you.”

“I think I love you, and I don’t know what to do.”

But what could she say that would make any of it right?

She tried to pray it away. Every ache, every memory, every trembling fragment of that night in the hotel room—her knees straddling Alex’s hips, sweat-slick heat between them, the quiver in her own voice when Alex whispered her name like it was holy. She prayed hard, like a penitent kneeling before an altar: head bowed, fingers laced tight, reciting Hail Marys until the words blurred into a single, breathless plea—make it disappear, make me disappear, let this be a dream I can forget.

But the memories were stubborn. They clung to her ribs like burrs, snagging her thoughts when she least expected it: the scent of lilac shampoo—Alex’s—wafting from a stranger’s hair in an elevator; the metallic click of a lighter that sounded like Alex flicking her Zippo on the courthouse steps; the low hum of a city traffic light at 3 a.m. that matched the hush of Alex’s heartbeat under her ear. Each echo felt like a betrayal, proof that her body remembered what her conscience begged to erase.

So she prayed and she performed and she persisted. 

And she smiled.

And she kissed Charlie goodnight.

And she cried silently in the shower when the water was too hot.

And she whispered, Please don’t let me want her.

But she did, and she didn’t know how much longer she could pretend not to.

Charlie had cooked — grilled salmon, wild rice, asparagus drizzled with lemon. He’d even set the table properly, folded the cloth napkins, lit the candles she used to like. The candles flickered between them, casting a soft glow across the dinner table. 

It should’ve felt romantic. Safe. Like home.

Casey chewed slowly, carefully. Her hands were folded in her lap between bites. The ring on her finger felt too tight.

“This salmon’s really good,” she said, her voice light and casual.

Charlie smiled. “Thanks. Tried that honey glaze recipe your mom emailed me.”

She nodded, smiled back. Took another sip of wine.

There was a moment of silence—the easy kind, the kind couples fall into without worry.

Charlie reached for his planner beside the candles. “I talked to the DJ today. He said he can do a first dance mix if we give him the songs by next week.”

Casey blinked. “Right. Yeah, that’s good.”

“So,” he continued, grinning now, “what’s our first dance song? Still Your Song? Or are we doing something more modern?”

She hesitated. Just for a second. Then forced a laugh. “I don’t know. Elton John’s kind of timeless, isn’t he?”

“Sure is,” Charlie said. “It’ll be nice. Not too cheesy. Just classic enough.”

She nodded, swallowing around the lump forming in her throat.

Charlie tapped something into his phone, humming softly. “Oh—and the florist called. Said the dahlias we wanted are out of season, but she can get something close. I told her you’d call her back.”

“Okay. I will.” Her voice was flat.

He didn’t notice. Or maybe he did and didn’t want to. “My mom booked the rehearsal dinner spot. Same place we had our second date, remember? I figured it’d be sentimental.”

Casey looked down at her plate. Her appetite was gone.

“I remember,” she said.

She remembered the wine being too sweet. The pasta undercooked. The way Charlie had held her hand across the table, and she’d tried to feel something more than comfort. More than gratitude.

She remembered the moment she said yes to his proposal and how quickly she’d shoved the word wait down her throat.

Charlie smiled at her again, all warmth and sincerity. “This is really happening, huh? Four more months. Can you believe it?”

Casey smiled back, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s wild.”

Her stomach twisted.

He reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. “You okay, babe? You seem kind of quiet tonight.”

She hesitated, then forced a little laugh. “Just tired. Long week. Court’s been brutal.”

“Yeah,” he said. “You’ve been working so hard. It’s all going to pay off, though. You, me, the house—everything’s coming together.”

She nodded. Said all the right things. Squeezed his hand back like she meant it.

But inside, something was splintering.

Because every time he said we, she thought of someone else. Every time he said the house, she pictured that hotel room. Every time he said forever, she heard Alex whisper her name.

And no matter how hard she prayed, she couldn’t make the guilt go quiet.

She didn’t know what scared her more—hurting Charlie, or never feeling anything real again. So she smiled and kissed his cheek and cleared the dishes. And when he wrapped his arms around her from behind at the sink, she didn’t flinch.

She just closed her eyes and tried not to cry.

The bedroom was dark except for the faint glow of a street light bleeding in through the blinds. The sheets were cool, the kind of cotton Casey used to insist on, back when little details still mattered.

She lay on her side, facing the window, her eyes unfocused. The evening’s dinner conversation had faded into the blur of another day performed perfectly. Another night survived.

Charlie curled in behind her, warm and familiar, his body settling against hers with practiced ease. His chest pressed gently to her back, the slow rhythm of his breathing syncing with her own like it always did, like it was always supposed to. His arm moved lazily around her waist, fingers trailing over the fabric of her shirt before slipping beneath it, the pads of his fingertips grazing the bare skin of her stomach. They spread wide, anchoring there like he was holding something fragile and precious

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, soft and slow, like he meant something by it. His lips lingered a moment too long, his breath warm against her skin.

“I was thinking,” he said softly, voice low with sleep and comfort, the words slipping out like a dream he’d been holding onto for a while. “Maybe two. A boy and a girl. Not right away, but eventually.”

His breath warmed the back of her neck.

Casey didn’t move.

His hand moved slightly, his thumb brushing a slow, absentminded circle across the curve of her belly, like the idea was already real, already growing there.

“You’d be a great mom,” he said, quieter now, as if that truth was simple and unshakable. “You know that, right?”

She nodded, just barely. Almost imperceptibly. It felt like the right answer. The safe one. The expected one. 

Charlie didn’t seem to need much else. He sighed contentedly and pulled her a little closer, fitting his body against hers like he’d done a hundred times before. Like this was safety. Like this was love.

Casey’s eyes stayed open.

There wasn’t much going on in her head. No arguments. No resistance. No sharp pang of panic. Just… nothing. A gentle, muffled silence. Like standing underwater with your ears full, hearing only the echo of your own heartbeat.

The words “you’ll be a great mom” floated through her again, but they didn’t land anywhere. Didn’t stir anything. Not dread. Not hope. Just emptiness. A hollow where something should’ve been.

She tried to picture it—herself holding a baby. Smiling. Rocking. Doing all the things you’re supposed to do. She looked calm, in control, even happy. But the version of her in that vision felt like a stranger—someone wearing her face but built out of expectations and borrowed instincts.

Charlie’s hand still rested over her stomach, his breathing deepening behind her, sliding slowly toward sleep. He probably thought they were having a moment. Probably thought she was touched, or dreaming about names and nurseries, or picturing tiny shoes lined up by the door.

She didn’t move. Didn’t correct him.

Because what would she say? That she didn’t feel ready? That she didn’t feel anything?

That she didn’t know if she could?

So instead she lay there, quiet and still, her body saying yes while something much deeper inside her stayed silent.

And she let him drift off with his hand over a future she wasn’t sure she believed in.

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i’m finally writing the casey strap fic 😋😋

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my favorite svu ep 😭😭

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Daddy’s girl

casey novak x fem!reader

warnings: smut, daddy kink (i guess?), idk what to put here this is all just for funsies AND i wanted to write this for a while sooo enjoy my loves!!

“daddy please…feels s-so good” you begged in a small voice, your eyes flashed open and your face started to get hot. she stopped and looked at you, a twinkle in her eyes. “did you just call me daddy?” she questioned, a smile gracing her features.

you huffed in frustration and you started to feel embarrassed again. “yes, but just ignore it. don’t stop please” you whined, leaning up on your elbows. casey smirked and rubbed the inside of your thighs with her hands.

“please what, princess?” she raised an eyebrow, her voice deeper and more raspy than usual, yet more demanding. her fingers are still inside you.

you could easily tell she was teasing you, but you knew by the look in her eyes she definitely wanted to explore that kink of yours. (it’s actually more hers but still)

“please, daddy” you said, tilting your head to the side slightly, licking your lips. casey growled and leaned down, keeping her eyes on yours. she then replaced her fingers with her mouth and licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit. you gasped at the action and the feeling of her finally paying attention to your nerdy clit.

you fell into your back as she continued to lick and suck your clit, her hands squeezing your thighs slightly. your hand quickly flew into her hair as she shook her head back and forth, her tongue moving fast, “oh fuck, yes daddy!” you squealed, your hips grinding into her mouth.

casey pulled away and shoved your hips back down onto the bed. “you gotta be a good girl for daddy, okay? keep your hips down, understood baby?” she asked, and you nodded and had to admit, casey was hardly ever dominant in this way but when she was with you it gets you feeling all kinds of hot.

as the night went on you’d only cum a total of 5 times only by casey using her mouth on you. your skin was sticky with sweat, and your thighs were trembling and you could feel your wetness dripping onto the sheets.

casey hummed as she ate you out, her hips grinding onto the bed, she licked your clit and you hissed at how sensitive it was now. “daddy i-i can’t take anymore” “it’s t-too much.” you swallowed, silently begging her to stop, but did you want her to? god no.

she pulled away with a obscene noise “but daddy loves making you cum, sweetheart.” she bit the inside of your thigh, her eyes locked onto yours. you whined and shook your head, starting to feel dizzy. “n-no more, please” you sighed as casey moved to hover above you.

“hmm alright, baby, but tomorrow, you’re gonna let daddy fuck that pretty pussy if yours. got it?” she said as she kissed the top of your head softly.

i actually wrote this because diane found out i call casey (her) daddy lolll anywayyyy!

ALSO if you want me to write strap casey fics please lmk! (i was gonna anyways)

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AISWHDBFH i need her so bad. you don’t understand

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coming back to say i think about this edit 20+ times a day

i can't believe chappell watched ghost and then wrote this song about their situationship...

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whoever put her in this blouse you deserve the best head ever.

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if you ever see me getting manipulated by a woman who looks exactly like this and is 30 years older than me. leave me there. i am exactly where i want to be.