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Getting What You Want (Agatha Harkness x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You decide Agatha needs a push if she's ever going to fuck you.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Everyone lives, jealousy, swearing, hair pulling, blood, rough sex, fingering (R receiving), biting, possessiveness

Your smile was soft as you lent forward, tucking some of Rio’s hair behind her ear. You readjusted the flower, presenting it beautifully in the dark tresses, soft and shining in the moonlight. Her grin was feral, like a predator considering whether she should sink her teeth into you now or later.

Her hands landed on your waist, fingers digging in until you thought she might tear into your flesh. Her nails were sharp as they dug into your flesh, the bare skin of your waist prickling in the cool night air. You could see the appeal of her, the roughness, the animalistic way she was handling you. If you were into that.

You might be into that.

A flash of teeth was sent over your shoulder. You lent into the personal space of Rio, waiting for her dark eyes to return to you. You brushed her hair over her shoulder, her skin warm under your fingertips.

“Agatha is getting jealous I’m playing with her toy,” she said, making it sound like it was a delicious secret.

“I’m not her toy,” you replied.

“No?” she hummed, “she doesn’t own you?”

“Nope,” you replied.

“Does she know that?” she asked.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” you said, grinning at her, leaning closer.

“Are you playing with her?” she asked.

“If anyone’s the toy, it’s not me,” you replied with a small shrug.

Her laughter, head tipped back, wild like the wind, drifted over the gathering. Her nails were pushing further into your skin, as if seeking out your blood to coat her fingertips. You tilted your head to the side, a cool breeze flirting with the ends of your hair.

You could feel the weight of a storm turning on you. Your fingers brushed over high cheekbones, perfectly able to see what it would look like doing that to another face. A face you hadn’t done this to. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you had never been allowed to.

Agatha had been keeping you at a distance for longer than you liked. It was time to finally stop it. It with time to make her let you close. It was time to get the girl.

She flirted with you constantly, would touch you, would make you yearn so deeply you thought you were going crazy. But any time you went to make it more, to get what you wanted, she drew back. This constantly kept you on edge.

So you’d decided to take matters into your own hands.

But, given it was Agatha, you had to make her think it was her idea. She would dig her heels in if she thought you were the one calling the shots. She had to feel in control. But to get what you wanted, she had to lose control.

“She told me I wasn’t allowed to come near you,” Rio murmured.

“I didn’t think you did what she told you to,” you replied.

“I don’t.”

“Prove it,” you whispered.

Her eyes lit up, and for just a moment you thought you might be in trouble. This might be the stupidest thing you’d ever done, and you had to hope it was worth it.

“Come on. We’re going to have some fun.”

She threaded her fingers through yours, pulling you away from the group. She snatched up a couple of drinks, passing one to you, before moving into the shadows. The light darkened, shadows deepening the further she led you into the forest. You had to follow her sure footsteps, avoiding trees in the dark, leading you further and further from the party with the rest of your coven. Moonlight barely filtered down from above, the foliage of the trees making an impenetrable barrier.

“So why are you trying to annoy our dear Agatha?” Rio asked, turning to look at you.

“She’s annoyed me,” you replied.

“Revenge.” With the hold she still had on your hand she tugged you closer.

You stumbled, your body pushing against hers. Her back hit the trunk of a tree, your body pinning her there. Each of her curves was pressed to yours, every inch warm and pliable beneath you. Her white teeth flashed in the moonlight as she grinned at you.

“Quite the go getter,” she purred.

“I know what I want,” you murmured.

“And not afraid to take it,” she said.

Her arm curled around your waist, the cool glass of the drink brushing the small of your back. You shivered, pressing closer to her warmth, an unconscious move on your part. Her breath puffed against your cheek. If you turned your head, just a little, your lips would brush hers. You might even enjoy it.

But she wasn’t the one you wanted.

“Go on,” she whispered, “take what you want.”

Her lips were a fraction of an inch from yours. It wouldn’t take much to lean forward, to do what she was daring you to do. Could you take that step? You didn’t even know if this was doing what you wanted.

“I don’t think so.”

A hand grasped the back of your shirt, yanking you back roughly. You yelped, doing your best not to fall on your ass. The hand was still holding tight, the familiar scent of something dark and light and mouthwateringly good wrapped around you.

“I told you to leave her alone,” Agatha growled, all anger directed at the woman lounging against the tree trunk.

Her chin dug into your shoulder, sharp and insistent, painful. Her arms made their way around your waist, nails scraping over the bare skin exposed in your crop top.

“She wanted to play,” Rio replied. Her tongue ran over her teeth in a move that reminded you of a predator about to take a bite out of someone.

“She knows better,” she groused.

“Do you really believe that?” Rio asked, “because she was the one pinning me to this very well placed tree.”

The low rumble in Agatha’s chest was the precursor to a scream. Grasping her wrist, you dug your fingers in. Her soft noise, letting go of the scream, made you freeze. It was the calm before the storm.

“Come on, Agatha,” you murmured, “let’s go back to the party.”

“I don’t think so,” she snapped.

She spun you, grasping your hips, nails digging in until she was grasping your flesh tight enough to bruise. Her face was lost in shadows, her expression hidden in a way that felt dangerous. Maybe you’d pushed her too far. Maybe this hadn’t been the way to get what you wanted. Maybe you’d fucked up.

“We’re not done yet, pet,” she said, her voice a harsh hiss.

One hand slid up, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. They clenched, tugging, before she was pulling you with her, the pain both terrifying and delicious. You kept stumbling, not able to see where you were going, her pace fast. Your drink fell from your fingers, lost in the forest.

And then she was throwing you to the floor, rocks and sticks digging into your back. A heavy weight landed on your hips, pinning you down. She lent forward, breath ghosting over your face, dark hair tangled, the witch from every child’s storybook come to life.

“What were you doing with her, pet?” she asked, smiling at you, dangerous and beautiful and everything you’d ever wanted.

“Playing,” you replied.

“You don’t play with her,” she said.

“Don’t I?”

You reached up, hoping to wind your fingers in her hair, the leaves caught in it pretty. She caught your wrists, pinning them above your head, reaching over you, beautiful body stretched out. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, watching her from under lowered eyelashes.

“No,” she growled, “you don’t.”

And then her lips were crashing into yours. It wasn’t soft and sweet, but rather rough, her teeth sinking in until you could taste the coppery tang of blood on your tongue. She took and took from you, kissing deeper and deeper until you were dying for breath. Once she began to kiss down your throat, uncaring of the dirt that was smeared there from her rough handling, you heaved air into your lungs, panting. Her teeth sunk in again. You cried out, arching into her.

This was exactly what you’d wanted.

“Mine,” she growled into your skin, “only mine.”

“Prove it,” you said, breathless with desire.

Her nails scraped down the skin of your stomach. You hissed but squirmed under her, wanting to feel her touch between your thighs where the throbbing was growing insistent. She popped the button of your jeans open, the sound of the zipper making you whimper her name.

She shoved her hand into your pants, rough and determined to seek out your heat. Her other hand shoved up your shirt, grasping your breast roughly and you realised her purple was keeping your hands restrained above your head. You strained against it, finding it tight in its hold, unbreakable.

She tugged the cup of you bra down, pinching at your hardening nipple. You whined her name, arching into her touch. The other hand stroked through your folds, feeling how wet you already were for her. She grinned, your blood staining her lips, eyes wild.

“Naughty little pet. You like me putting you in your place,” she said.

“What are you going to do about it?” you asked.

“Claim you.”

That was all the warning you got before her fingers were pushing into you. Your strangled cry might have been her name or just a noise to urge her on. The pace she set was fast and rough, giving you no time to grow used to her. She was taking what she wanted and what she wanted was you.

“Don’t you fucking go near her again,” she growled.

Pinching your nipple harshly, you whined. Her thumb found your clit, rough and insistent. It was crazy how quickly the pleasure was climbing, so close already. Maybe it was the way she was watching you like you were a fly caught in her trap, like you were at her mercy, like she owned you.

If she could make you feel this good, maybe she did.

“Not so mouthy now,” she said, fingers slamming into you.

She curled her fingers, twisting, relentless as she sought out that spot within you that had you seeing stars. You strained against the bonds holding you still, writhing on the forest floor. She was grinning down at you, watching you intently, cataloguing every little thing about you as she fucked you hard.

“So much prettier when you just shut up and do as you’re told,” she said.

Your hips were still pinned to the ground, her weight settled comfortably on you. Her thumb pressed down on your clit, right as she stroked your internal walls. You came with a strangled cry on your lips, her name the most beautiful thing you could say.

Her thrusts slowed as she eased you through the orgasm. Sitting up properly, she removed her hand from your panties. You watched her drag her tongue up her long fingers before she sucked them into her mouth, cheeks hollowing in a way that set the fire smouldering within you again.

“Agatha,” you sighed, straining against her purple bonds.

“Yes, pet?” she asked you, taking the fingers from her mouth and drying them on your shirt, still rucked up around your chest.

“I’m fucking yours,” you said, “okay?”

“There was never any doubt about that,” she said.

“Sure there wasn’t,” you replied, sounding cockier than you had any right to given your current position.

“Rio wouldn’t know what to do with you,” she said.

“You were jealous,” you said, smirking up at her.

“I wasn’t,” she said.

“Uh huh,” you said, “this really seems like the thing a level headed person feeling no jealousy would do.”

“You enjoyed it,” she said, a low purr to her voice.

“I did,” you said, “I’d like it more if you let me have my hands back.”

She waved her hand, the pressure on your wrists disappearing. You reached up, grasping her face, pulling her down into a bruising kiss. She melted against you, the weight of her body falling over your chest. You did your best to convey how very much she didn’t have to be jealous about.

“Well,” she whispered, lips brushing yours, “I might have been jealous but that turned you on.”

“Hey, I’m not saying I don’t have issues,” you said, hands sliding down to grip her waist.

You rolled, pinning her beneath her body. In the darkness, the shadows curled around her, she was beautiful. You couldn’t help but kiss her again, her warmth everything you thought it might be.

“You’re mine,” she said, nipping at your lip as you drew away.

“I am,” you confirmed.

“Good,” she said, “we should get back to the party.”

You stood offering a hand to her. She took it, letting you pull her back to her feet. You tugged a leaf from her hair, dropping it back to the forest floor. And when you emerged, hand in hand, stepping into the firelight, the rest of the coven didn’t give you too hard a time for your rumpled appearance and the leaves and twigs still caught in your hair.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

How about we let Kate kiss girls? Or even better yet let her kiss me.

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Watching junior taskmaster and the way Rose interacts with the kids just makes me melt

[iamnotoriginalphil]

yeah responding to the other anon again I would be very down to have Casey punish me and I'm not above fistfighting people for that right (I probably cannot win a fistfight I'm not that strong)

I doubt you’re gonna have to fistfight for that right since we all want that right

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YIPPEE!!! CASEY

Had to bring her back after all the Casey talk that's been going on

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Fashion Show (Casey Novak x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You decide it times to get Casey to admit how much she wants you. Which can only mean one thing. A fashion show!

Words: 4.2k

Warnings: Jealousy, swearing, marking, dirty talk, oral (R receiving), fingering (R receiving)

Sitting in your living room, you were doing your best not to stare at Casey. In the afternoon light she was beautiful. All soft edges and sweet curves, a small smile on her face. Your fingers itched to touch her, to see if her skin was as soft as it looked.

She’d shown up at your door, a case file in hand, asking you to run through her opening statements with her. Preparation was the way to win. And no one was ever as prepared as Casey Novak.

So you sat with her on Sunday afternoon, tinkering her opening statement, running through the evidence, the questions she wanted to ask, making sure she hit all the right points. You loved lawyer mode Casey. It always gave you a thrill to see her in action.

It was unbelievably sexy.

“I really think you’ve got it,” you said.

Her head was bent over a few papers, her hair falling forward into her face. You reached over, pushing it behind her ear. Glancing up, she seemed startled, green eyes widening. Your smile was meant to reassure.

“You’re going to be amazing, Case. You know that,” you said.

“I don’t know. I really can’t afford to mess this one up. Donnelly is already breathing down my neck,” she said.

“Come on, you know this case. You’re gonna crush it. You’re quite literally the best lawyer I’ve ever met,” you said.

“How many lawyers do you know?” she asked with a twist of the lips.

“More than enough to be getting on with,” you replied, “now put your papers away. I have something fun you can do to take a break.”

Her gaze sharpened as it landed on you. You lent forward, sitting on your knees, forcing yourself closer to her. Her gaze dipped down before returning to your face.

“Wanna do something fun?” you asked, lowering your voice, trying to sound as tempting as possible.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked.

“How about a fashion show?” you said, “I’d love your opinion on something.”

She looked at you like you’d lost your mind. You grinned back, knowing exactly what you wanted to show her. Something that might finally push her to making a move. Months of living on the edge of something more, she was driving you crazy. It was time you did something to get what you wanted.

“You want my opinion on fashion?” she asked.

“A very specific type of fashion,” you said.

“Go on then,” she said, sitting back, eyes sweeping over you.

You clambered to your feet, shooting her a wink before you shut your bedroom door. Scrabbling through your underwear drawer, you pulled out the three sets you were considering. Red and blue and green. All pretty. All capable of getting you what you wanted.

Together, you could drive her absolutely wild.

You slipped the red on first, figuring the green would be the big guns to pull out at the end, and the blue a nice palate cleanser between the two. You’d paid enough attention to Casey to know her preferences. You cracked open the door, peeking through to see Casey sitting on your couch, still looking at the case notes.

“Okay, so I have three options and I need to know which one you think looks better,” you said through the crack, snagging her attention.

“Sure,” she said, placing down her notes, “what’s this for?”

“I guess I just need to know which you’d prefer to see if you were undressing me,” you said, stepping out into the living room.

Her eyes widened and colour bloomed on her cheeks. You watched her eyes rake over your body, lingering, hungry as they took you in. With a slow spin, you let her see the entirety of the pretty red set you’d bought the week before in an attempt to make yourself feel better about not having Casey in your bed. You’d considered putting it on and going out to find someone to take care of the throbbing between your legs. It hadn’t seemed worth it if it wasn’t her doing it.

“What do you think?” you asked, facing her again.

Her eyes had darkened, almost to the point of losing the blue. You stepped towards her, almost to within touching distance, swaying your hips, watching her watch you. Tilting your head, you let her drink her fill, liking the way it felt to be under her gaze. She was leaning forward, her ravenous gaze so focused on you.

“Well?” you prompted, lips curling up into a small, knowing smirk.

“It’s very.” You followed the way her tongue ran along her lower lip, “nice.”

“Only nice?” you asked.

You shivered as her gaze met yours again. You could see how tense she was, as if she was under great strain not to launch herself at you. Placing both of your hands on your hips, you stared her down. If she pounced, you weren’t going to complain. You’d probably reward her for it.

You stepped right into her orbit, your finger reaching out to tilt her chin up. You wanted her looking you right in the eye.

“You really can’t think of a better word to describe it?” you asked.

“Pretty. It’s pretty,” she said, hurriedly, as if trying to find the right answer.

“I think we can do better than that, don’t you?”

She nodded, teeth sinking into her lower lip. You found yourself staring, wondering what it would be like to do the same. You thought she might whimper. Just the thought sent heat licking at your skin.

“Be right back,” you whispered.

You felt her gaze on you as you walked back to your bedroom, hips swaying. You turned in the doorway, shooting her a wink before you closed the door. Taking your time, you let her stew in her thoughts. You wished you could hear them, wondering what she was thinking, wondering if she was thinking about you the way you were thinking about her.

You wanted to know how close she was to snapping.

“Ready?” you called through the crack in the door.

“Sure,” she said, but it wasn’t quite the calm and collected Casey you were used to.

You stepped out into the living room, gaze trained on her. You wanted to see every single expression on her face. Her fingers were clenched in a fist, resting on her thigh as her eyes dragged up your body. Pausing in front of her, you let her look her fill.

The blue was pretty, soft and sweet, almost the complete opposite of the red. That one had been seductive, vampy, this one made you feel like you might be a good girl in it. A nice present. A reward.

Her darkened eyes made you think you were the exact kind of present she wanted to unwrap.

“You can touch if you want. If it’ll help you decide if you like this one more,” you said.

It was like giving her permission was all she needed. Her hand jumped up, tracing the waistband of your panties. You shivered, stepping closer to let her touch you properly. The warmth of her touch was exactly what you were looking for.

She was watching the trail her finger was making over your body. You sighed, the relief palpable. You’d been waiting for her touch for so long even this felt better than you could have imagined.

“I like this set,” you said, chin dipping so you could look at her from under lowered eyelashes, “makes me feel pretty.”

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, waiting to see how she responded. Her fingers trailed up your stomach, the muscles jumping under her touch. Brushing the curve of your breast, she watched her own fingers touch you. It was like she couldn’t look away.

“Does it make me look pretty?” you asked, prompting her when the silence continued.

“You always look pretty,” she replied, eyes dragging back up your body to meet yours.

“But am I extra pretty in this set?” you asked.

Her fingertips dragged back down your stomach, making you shiver. Her touch was a heady thing, almost addictive, and she’d barely done anything. You wanted her to do more to you.

“It’s certainly something,” she replied, her voice a low hum.

“But we can probably do better,” you said.

You stepped out of her reach, watching the way her fingers clenched at the loss of contact. It was gratifying to know she was feeling it just as intensely as you were. You did your best to keep your smirk to yourself, even as you turned on the balls of your feet, listening out for the soft groan as she saw the skimpy back to your g-string. Hiding your smile, you let your hips swing as you took yourself back into your bedroom.

This time you didn’t take your time, wanting the punch of green more than you wanted to tease her. You could just imagine it, fingers clenching, cheeks flushing, eyes darkening the moment she saw you in the deep forest green set. You’d been thinking of her the entire time you’d tried it on, buying it specifically for her eyes.

You didn’t give her a warning, flinging your bedroom door open and stepping out into your tiny living room. She was already leaning forward, eyes trained on the doorway, breathless and beautiful as she waited for you. You grinned.

The green was definitely doing more than the red or blue did. Her jaw was clenching and her cheeks were flushed. You felt the flicker of excitement at the expression on her face. Restrained desire, like you were teasing her and she knew she wasn’t allowed you. You stepped forward, just in front of her, right where her fingertips could graze you.

“This one doing more for you?” you asked.

She looked almost pained as her eyes met yours.

“Who’s this for?” she asked, the bite almost anger, frustration mixed in there too.

“Does it have to be for someone specific?” you asked, “maybe I’m planning for the future.”

“Who?” she asked, voice hardening.

“Does it matter?” you asked in return.

“You bought this with someone in mind,” she said, her hands making contact with your hips, grasping them.

“I did,” you confirmed, giving her enough to bite.

“Who?” Dark eyes dragged up to yours.

“You.”

The word hung between the two of you. Something satisfied settled on her face. Her hands tightened over your hips, tight enough for you to gasp. Her eyes smouldered, raking over your figure, holding you still as her gaze travelled over you. She tugged you closer, close enough to feel her breath ghost over the skin of your stomach. Your muscles tightened, breath catching. The slow perusal of your body was heating your skin until you thought you might combust.

The teaser had turned into the teased.

“You bought this with me in mind?” she asked, those pretty pink lips pulling up into a cocky smirk.

“I just told you I did,” you replied.

“And in what context did you think I might see this?” she asked, hands sliding around to grasp your ass.

“Well, I was hoping there might be some ripping of my clothes off, but I think this was pretty effective,” you replied.

Your hands landed on her shoulders, warm through the shirt she had on, strong as you used them to keep yourself steady. She looked up at you, head tipped back, a tilt to it that spoke of her amusement.

“Effective at what?” she asked.

“At letting me know how badly you want to bend me over and fuck me,” you replied, lowering your voice, “and do you know what I see when I look at you?”

“What?” she asked, fingers digging into your skin.

“Someone desperate to fuck me.”

She tugged on you, sharply enough for you to fall forward. Your knees landed either side of her thighs, a less than graceful manoeuvre to get you to straddle her lap. Her amusement as the small noise of surprise you made was obvious, her smile making your skin heat.

“You think very highly of yourself,” she said, but her hands were stroking over your bare skin in a way that suggested she was rather distracted by it.

“Are you saying you don’t want to fuck me?” you asked.

Your fingers threading in the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging until her head tipped back. Her eyes were smouldering, a liquid heat in them that made you tug harder. Her hands tightened on you, dragging you closer.

“I’m saying you should be careful. Attitude like that and I might have to teach you not to be such a fucking tease,” she said.

“I’d like to see you try,” you said.

With hands hooked behind your thighs, she threw you down on the sofa cushions, hovering over you. A rush of air left from your parted lips, surprised at her actions, but not how strong she was. You’d been hoping she could throw you around like a rag doll.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked.

“As much as you’ve been,” you replied as your legs curled around her hips, drawing her closer.

“So tell me,” she said, voice lowering into a sexy rasp that had electricity running over your skin, “what were you hoping I’d do once I saw you in this little number?”

Her fingers deftly plucked your bra strap, letting it snap back against your skin. Your hands pushed up under the hem of her shirt, seeking out the soft skin hidden beneath. As your palms ran over the skin of her back, you felt how tightly she was holding herself.

“I was hoping I might at least get a kiss,” you said.

“Lofty dreams.” You could just hear the eye roll in her voice, “nothing more?”

“Well, in an ideal world, you’d peel me out of it and make me scream your name,” you said, “but I’m not fussy. I’ll let you decide what you want to do now we’re here.”

“And if I just want to look at you?” she asked.

“Look all you like.”

You arched your back, offering yourself up to her gaze. The throbbing between your legs was insistent, but the way she was looking at you was delicious. If that was all she wanted, you were more than happy to supply the view.

“You are beautiful,” she said, her palm stroking down your side, taking in the warmth of your skin, the soft sigh her touch brought, the shiver when her nails dragged over your skin, “so very, very beautiful.”

Her lips brushed against yours, whisper soft, ghostlike, making you whimper for more. You felt her smile against your lips before she kissed you properly. It was all consuming, nothing but heat, making your head spin. Your arms curled around her, drawing her closer, wanting to feel her against every inch of you. Her moan went through you, lighting you up.

When her lips began to trail down your neck, you tipped your head back, letting her have her way with you. You’d let her do anything if she kept making you feel that good. It was better than you’d been able to imagine, and you’d spent a lot of time imagining it. Her hands were sliding further down your body, grasping your thighs, keeping them around her waist. With fingers buried in her hair, you kept her pressed against your skin.

“Please tell me this means you plan on fucking me,” you moaned.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m going to take care of you.” And despite her words reassuring you, the twinkle in her eye said you were in for trouble.

Her teeth nipped at your skin, right at your pulse point. The molten heat spreading through your veins flared, threatening to turn you to ash. Strong hands slid back up your body, cupping your lace covered breasts. You arched into her touch, offering yourself to her.

Her lips traced a path down to where lace met skin, tongue dragging over the curve of your breast. Your fingers tightened in her hair, clenching as she sucked a mark into your skin. The thought of your body being littered in her marks was one that tasted delicious. You wanted it, so badly, to be claimed by her.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” she growled into your skin, “you knew exactly what you were doing with this lingerie.”

“I did,” you confirmed.

“You wanted to rile me up,��� she said.

“Uh huh,” you said, not able to come up with a more intelligent response as her thumb swiped over your tightening nipple.

“You wanted me to put you back in your place,” she said.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Such a desperate little slut,” she murmured.

Her fingers dipped beneath the cup of your bra, a teasing touch leaving you breathless. You arched against her again, urging her on. The curve of her smile was lost against her skin as her teeth sunk into your soft flesh.

“Casey,” you groaned.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” she murmured.

Her tongue soothed over the bite mark that was pressed into your skin. She sat back, looking down at you, eyes dark and lips smirking, cheeks flushed as she gazed down on you.

“Now let’s see if you can be a good girl for me,” she said.

Her hands were slow to pull the bra from your body, leaving you exposed, hips pinned to the couch by her weight. She ran her touch back up your body, now cupping your newly bare breasts. The warmth of her skin felt searing against yours.

When she lent forward, you shivered, the ghost of her breath on your skin setting your nerve endings on fire. Her mouth was warm as her lips wrapped around one hardened nipple, tongue flicking over it. You felt insane as your fingers wound their way through her hair, pressing her to you, arching into her mouth. Her hand was toying with the other nipple, rolling it, pinching it, making you feel more alive than you had in a very long time.

You whimpered her name, knowing you were being gifted exactly what you’d given her. She was teasing you, dragging it out, not giving you exactly what you wanted as she played with you. You felt insane, a puddle of want, barely holding it together as she did what she wanted to your body.

Her other hand had slipped down, running along the waistband of your panties. You couldn’t stop the pleas from falling from your lips, but she stayed there, a teasing touch, refusing to give in and give you more.

Her mouth trailed across your chest, finding the other breast. The curse that fell from your lips was as harsh as the way she sucked. Your fingers tightened in her hair, clenching as you tried to be good for her. You thought she would like it, you submitting, finally, to her and doing as you were told. Not that she’d issued any orders to you. But you got the gist of what she wanted from the way she moaned into your skin when you did something she liked.

She kissed her way back up to your ear, tongue darting out to taste your skin, lingering at your pulse point, teeth nipping. It was a slow path, taking plenty of detours as she explored you with her mouth. She caught your earlobe between her teeth, tugging on it until you were certain her plan was to drive you crazy.

“Tell me what you want,” she murmured into your ear.

“I want you to touch me,” you whimpered.

“I am touching you,” she said, fingers drifting lazily over your lower stomach.

“Casey,” you whined.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Please,” you begged, “please.”

“Just as soon as you tell me what exactly you want,” she said, sitting back to look down at you squirm beneath her.

You felt hot all over. The way she was looking at you was like she planned on eating you alive, like you were the sweet treat she’d been craving all day. Your fingers closed around the wrist of the hand teasing you, tight enough it might bruise, and you guided her hand to the throbbing heat between your legs. She grinned, cupping you, feeling exactly how wet you were through your underwear. You’d be embarrassed if you didn’t like the pride that flew across her face the feeling.

“Use your words, baby girl,” she said.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said, breathless and desperate and not above begging her, “all I can think about is your fingers inside me or you eating me out or bending me over and fucking me from behind. I need you, Casey. I need you so much. I need you to fuck me.”

“Good girl,” she hummed.

Her fingers pushed your panties to the side, sliding through your folds. She brushed against your clit, brightening at the noise you made, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, relief flooding through you. She lingered on your clit, still watching you, enjoying the way your hips bucked up against her touch.

“I bet you taste wonderful,” she said, slow to begin circling your bundle of nerves.

You whimpered, wanting more. You’d already told her exactly what you wanted, now she was just playing with you. When her fingers pressed to your entrance, you moaned her name, hips pressing up into her.

She lent forward, lips pressing to the skin above the waistband of your panties. Her hands retracted from your body, fingers hooking under the waistband. She dragged them from your body, flinging them aside, leaving you completely bare beneath her, even as she was completely dressed above you. Her hands curled around your thighs, parting them, as her lips drew closer to your throbbing heat.

“Casey,” you moaned.

“Shhh, baby girl. Let me taste you,” she said.

Her tongue swept through your folds. Your head fell back, eyes slipping closed. You lost yourself in the feeling of her. When she moaned, it rocketed through you, the vibrations making you clutch at her, fingers tangling in her hair as you held her against you.

You’d known Casey was good with her mouth, her silver tongue winning more cases than any other lawyer you knew. This took it to whole other level. She was a master, an absolute expert, driving you to heights you weren’t used to. All you could do was hold on, the pleasure overwhelming.

Her fingers slipped into you, tongue on your clit. The louder you got, the harder she worked, as if she wanted to see how loud she could get you. You were trembling, muscles tight. Your heels were digging into her back, fingers tight in her hair, and all you knew was the fire in your veins and the pleasure rolling through your body.

You came screaming her name, clutching at her, keeping her pressed against you. She eased you through it, tongue slow to clean you up. You were slow to let her go, fingers aching from clenching so hard, releasing her as your body melted into the couch cushions. She sat up again, proud smirk on her face.

“You taste delicious,” she said.

Reaching for her hand, you slid your lips around her still glistening fingers, tasting yourself. Her eyes turned molten as she watched you clean your own arousal off her skin. You slowly pulled her fingers from your mouth, grinning up at her.

“Well, that certainly was something fun,” she said.

“And I bet you didn’t even think about the case once,” you said.

“Was that your plan all along?” she asked.

“To seduce you on my couch as a way of making you take a break?” you asked, “I can’t say it was my main motivation.”

“What was then?” she asked.

“To seduce you on my couch as a way of making you fuck me,” you replied.

“So you admit you were seducing me,” she said.

“I bought multiple lingerie sets with the intention of letting you see me in them. Of course I was seducing you,” you said.

“And how long exactly have you been planning this little seduction?” she asked, fingers lightly ghosting over the skin of your stomach. Your muscles clenched and you squirmed.

“A while,” you replied.

“You can’t have known this would work,” she said.

“Can’t I?” You curled your fingers around her wrist, tugging until she fell forward, face close enough to feel her breath ghost over your lips, “you caught a glimpse of a bit of lace and you couldn’t look away. Wasn’t hard to figure out a bit of teasing might make you snap.”

“Oh, baby girl. You haven’t seen me snap yet,” she said.

“Guess I’ll have to try harder next time then,” you whispered.

She chuckled into the kiss.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

just curious, will you ever write for agatha again? your stuff is some of my favorite in the fandom!!!! <3

Oh yeah I’ll definitely write more for her. It’s just not what I’m working on right now. But I love Agatha and will never leave her behind

[iamnotoriginalphil]

I can wait my turn in line, no need to fight like kids, unless you want to get punished by Casey anon 🤔🫵😼 (I suspect that’s something you’ll want thoo 😌😉) don’t worry y’all, I’m confident she’ll rail all of us 😋

-🗿

Things are heating up in line for Casey 👀

[iamnotoriginalphil]

genuinely can't wait for your next svu drop :)

Me neither. Might have to drop it later today 👀

[iamnotoriginalphil]

responding to the other person: I am first in line ... hmph.

Looks like you’ve got some competition, 🗿

[iamnotoriginalphil]

I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE 🗣️🗣️🙋‍♀️🙇‍♀️ RAIL ME CASEYYYY

-🗿

I think you’ll have to get in line for that

[iamnotoriginalphil]

responding to you: P L E A S E

You might be in luck because I have a new Casey fic almost ready to be shared

[iamnotoriginalphil]

responding to you: if you write another fic like that maybe I will. huh. what are you going to do about that then. huh. more importantly --- how... how would Casey react....

Casey would be so smug and then make you call her that again...

And then she'd rail you

[iamnotoriginalphil]

distracted has me biting my pillow trying not to call casey mommy

Call her mommy. Do it. I dare you

[iamnotoriginalphil]

A Stupid Decision (Alex Cabot x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You always make stupid decisions when beautiful women are involved and Alex Cabot is so very beautiful.

Words: 4k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, jealousy, boss/employee relationship, some self-esteem issues, marking, possessiveness, biting, edging, swearing

Going out to the bar that night had been an inspired idea. You’d won your case, your biggest one yet. Your closing arguments had been a thing of beauty. Untouchable was the word that had been thrown around.

You’d laughed it off but it made you glow from the inside out.

Being swept out the door to celebrate had been natural. It was hard to argue when you’d been so phenomenal. So when your colleagues had said it, you hadn’t required much convincing.

Now, a few drinks down, your limbs loose and your thoughts fun, you were so glad you’d gone out. The music was loud enough that people were dancing, your lips moving along with the lyrics. You were laughing, head thrown back, feeling freer without the stress of the case weighing you down. You hadn’t realised just how much it had been effecting you.

You rolled your head away, feeling deliciously loose, but not so much that you were growing sloppy. Just the right amount of alcohol coursing through your system to loosen you up, to make you feel easier in your own body. A flash of blonde hair had you focusing.

Blue eyes, cool enough to be ice shards, were watching you. Lifting your drink, you cheered her from across the bar. It might not be the smart decision, but it was the impulse you were following. Her lips pursed, reminding you exactly why it was a bad idea to give in to your alcohol fuelled thoughts.

“Come dance.”

Warm hands grasped yours. You dragged your attention away from the woman at the other end of the bar, the woman you knew but not as well as you’d like, and found your friend grinning at you. You let her drag you onto the dance floor, the bass thumping in your veins. You held onto her as your hips swayed, singing along to the stupid pop song being pumped through the speakers.

Your head tipped back, your laugh easy and light. Your arms curled around her neck while hers landed on your waist. It was nice to let yourself go after being wound so tight. Although you could think of a wonderful way to relax.

Your head rolled back towards the blonde at the bar. She was still watching, lips pursed around a straw, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Your mouth grew dry.

“I need another drink,” you said, leaning closer to your friend to shout in her ear.

She released you with a good natured shove, directing you back towards the bar. You tottered over to her end of the bar. Leaning forward, forearms on the bar, you shouted your order to the bartender. Then, you chose to do the thing you knew was a bad idea.

Your hip resting against the bar, you turned towards her. Alexandra Cabot. The beauty at the end of the bar. And your boss.

“You should have told us you were coming out tonight,” you said, “you could have joined us.”

“Yes, because nothing brings up the mood like the boss joining in on a boozy night out,” she said.

You shifted closer under the guise of trying to hear better. From the way her lips pulled up you weren’t sure you were selling it very well.

“We’re celebrating,” you said, “as a team.”

“You look like you’re having fun,” she said.

“I just won the biggest case of my career. I think I’m entitled to some,” you said.

“Enjoy it,” she said.

The bartender slid your drink over to you. You picked it up, tongue pulling the straw into your mouth as you smiled at Alex. You saw the way her gaze focused on your mouth before she pulled it back to your eyes. You tilted your head to the side, taking a slow drink with your straw.

Her hand shifted across the bar towards you. One leg crossed over the other, looking so unbelievably long. You would give anything to sink between them.

“You did well today,” she said.

“I learnt from the best,” you replied, “plus, I have my secret weapon.”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

You lent closer until your lips were brushing the shell of her ear.

“I’m wearing something to give me a bit of extra confidence,” you whispered.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” Her voice lowered into something that shot straight between your legs.

“Am I?” You lent back to take a sip from your drink.

“I’m your boss,” she said.

“And you’re beautiful.”

The expression on her face was one you could revel in. All smouldering eyes and smirking lips. You’d caught glimpses of it before but to have it completely focused on you, full power, had you pressing your thighs together. Her smirk deepened and you knew she’d noticed.

The trouble with having such a hot boss was the way it made you feel insane. One nice compliment, one smile, one lingering look and your heart went into over time and your imagination went spiralling out in ways it shouldn’t. Alex was completely off limits, no matter how gorgeous.

You were blowing right through those limits with alcohol and joy running through your veins.

Her fingertips brushed the back of your hand, the one curled around the cool glass of your drink. Your lips parted and her gaze fell back to them. Your tongue dragged along your lower lip, watching her eyes follow it with obvious interest.

“You’re drunk,” she said.

“I’m not,” you replied.

“You must be or else you wouldn’t be trying this,” she said, “you know better.”

“I don’t. Pretty women make me stupid.” You grinned at her.

She rolled her eyes but her lips were still curling up into a smile. You shifted just a little closer, close enough to feel the warmth of her body, wondering what her skin would feel like beneath your hands. Your eyes dipped down, lingering on the shadow of the curve of her breast. Your mouth watered.

“And how stupid are you feeling tonight?” she asked.

“Enough to make a bad decision.”

You lent towards her, ready to risk it all for a kiss. Her hand on your shoulder stilled you, keeping you from carrying through with your bad decision. You froze, looking down at her, wondering if this was the moment she told you it was never going to happen, that there would be a HR meeting, that you would be cautioned at work.

“Go have fun,” she said, eyes running over your body before they met your gaze again, “one of us has to be the smart one.”

“Says who?”

You flashed her a wink before you turned back to the dance floor. Your colleagues cheered when you joined them, welcoming you back with open arms. You went easily enough.

Only as one song progressed to the next, your hips swayed in time with the beat and you kept glancing over your shoulder to see if a certain pair of blues eyes were on you. Every single time they were. It sent a thrill through you.

A pair of hands landed on your hips, a body brushing against your back. You turned, a pair of dark eyes looking down at you, full lips smirking as this woman guided you to the music. You lent back against her, letting her take the lead. When you glanced up, the blue eyes were gone.

The pang of disappointment lasted the length of one heartbeat to the next. Long fingers curled around your wrist, tugging you forward, away from the stranger. There they were, your blue eyes, flashing with anger. You grinned up at her.

“What happened to being smart?” you asked.

“Fuck that.”

Her lips descended on yours, hungry and possessive. You whimpered, pressing closer, your arms curling around her neck. She consumed you completely, kissing you like she owned you. She did.

“We’re leaving,” she growled, “now.”

“I thought you wanted me to have fun,” you said, blinking your eyes up at her, faking your innocence.

“You’ll be having fun. I promise,” she said.

Her fingers threaded through yours, dragging you off the dance floor and out of the bar. You slid into the cab beside her, her hand landing on your thigh. You shifted, legs opening enough to see her knowing smirk even as she faced forward.

Her hand climbed your thigh, inching higher and higher with every passing moment, even as the silence stretched. You squirmed, already feeling how wet you were growing. She’d barely touched you. It was embarrassing.

You followed her into an apartment building, modern and new, far more expensive than anything you could afford. In the lift, you kept your back pressed to the far wall, letting your eyes travel over her body. The tight skirt of her dress was doing wonders for her ass.

Her apartment was nice. So nice. The nicest place you’d been in a while. But all that was lost as her hands landed on your hips and her lips descended on your neck. You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe a flurry of tearing clothes off and falling into bed, all desperate need and fire burning hot. Somehow, this was both better and worse.

You lent back against her, there in her living room, feeling the heat of her kisses on your skin. Your head tipped to her shoulder, letting her hold you up as one of her hands was slow to slide up your body.

“So which article of clothing was your secret weapon?” she asked, lips brushing your skin.

“Guess,” you shot back.

“This blouse?” she asked as her fingers began to undo the buttons.

“Try again,” you said, arching your back when her fingers brushed over your newly exposed skin.

“This skirt?” she guessed.

You shook your head as her fingers lowered the zip at the back. Stepping out of her hold, you slid the blouse from your shoulders. You bent, pushing the skirt over your hips and stepping out of it. Tuning, you let her look your fill at your exposed body, taking in your secret weapon.

When you’d put the lingerie on that morning, it had been to give you an extra pep to your step as you did closing arguments. A little secret no one else would know about it. Something to help you feel like you were in control as you sent the pervert to prison for the rest of his life.

Now, standing in front of her, waiting to see her response, you felt those nerves that always came when you let someone see you so vulnerable. Her eyes were dark as the swept over your body, lingering long enough for you to wonder if you looked monstrous.

“When you put this little set on, were you planning on someone seeing it?” she asked, still staring at your body.

“I was hoping,” you said.

Her eyes met yours, jaw clenching. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, unsure if the look she was giving you was a good thing or not.

“Who were you hoping would see it?” she asked.

“Do you want the full list?” Now probably wasn’t the time for jokes.

“Only the top contender,” she said.

“You.” You looked down at your feet, “I was hoping if I did well enough on this case you would…”

“Ravage you on your desk in reward?”

Your gaze shot up to her, the heat on your cheeks burning. You weren’t about to admit that yes, that was a fantasy you’d had. Not necessarily the one you’d had while dressing that morning, but certainly one you’d spent enough time on.

“You’ve been having some very naughty thoughts,” she said.

“Only about you,” you said with a small shrug.

Her hands were burning when they met your bare skin. You made such a small noise, one that was somewhere between a whimper and plea. With a soft touch, her finger ran along the waistband of your panties.

“I’m still your boss,” she said.

“And you’re still beautiful,” you replied.

She considered you a moment before she lent forward, kissing you again. Your hands clutched at her blazer, dragging her closer. Her tongue was in your mouth, tasting of the burn of whiskey and the heat of desire. Her hands slid around your body, gripping your waist tight enough to feel delicious.

When she began to walk you back, you kicked your heels off, not needing to fall on your ass while trying to be sexy. Your hands dragged her blazer off her shoulders, losing it in the hurry of being shoved backwards towards what you hoped was her bedroom. You dragged your nails down the length of her back, not sure she could feel it but needing something to ground yourself as she lit the fire in your veins.

The back of your knees hit the mattress and you fell back. She let you go, standing over you, eyes raking over you. You shivered under her dark gaze, wondering what she was seeing.

“You’ve really been wearing this all day?” she asked.

“Uh huh.”

She groaned, low in her throat.

“I was watching in court today,” she said, eyes slipping closed, “knowing you had this on under your clothes…”

“Makes you want to ravage me on my desk?”

Her raised eyebrow was implied as she looked down at you, the irony not lost on you. But she opened that door. It wasn’t your fault if she didn’t like where it might lead.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” But even as she said it her lips were curling up.

“You like it,” you said.

“Don’t assume,” she said, “even if you’re right.”

She swooped down, her lips on yours again. Your legs curled around her waist, trapping her against you. You moaned, hot and filthy, doing your best to urge her on. Her lips trailed down from your jaw to your neck. Your head fell back, giving her as much space as she wanted as she sucked what you knew would be a hickey into your skin. You’d let her mark you up all pretty as much as she wanted.

You were hers. It was time everyone else figured it out too. Even her.

Her teeth scraped over your skin. Your legs tightened around her, trying to draw her closer. You moaned her name, not caring how you sounded, just needing her. Her next suck was harsh, almost painful, but in the best way possible.

When she kissed around to the other side you let her. The thought of having mirror image marks on your body was turning you on more than you could express. Her hands were cupping your breasts, thumbs finding your hardening nipples through the lace of your bra. You whimpered, fingers pushing into her hair as you held her in place.

Her tongue dragged over your skin. You sighed, hips pressing up against her. She chuckled as she moved down to your chest, lips following the curve of your breast, pushed up in the scraps of lace covering them. Your back arched, offering yourself to her mouth.

“Fuck, this should be made illegal,” she groaned into your skin.

“What?” you asked, breathless and desperate for more.

“You in this.” Her finger snapped the shoulder strap of the bra, “you look too good in it.”

You squirmed under the intensity of her gaze. Her fingers pinched your nipple. The stuttery moan that fell from your lips was the only answer you could give her.

“I’m going to make sure no one ever sees you in this set again,” she said.

“How?” you asked, surprised you could form even a single word as she rolled your nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“By making you mine.”

Alex Cabot was going to ruin you.

She dragged the bra from your body, tossing it aside like it meant nothing. Her lips were all over you, teeth scraping over skin, suckling on your nipples in a way that had you arching into her, crying out, begging for more.

She was so warm, so hot as she touched you, lapping at your skin, turning your thoughts hazy. When you’d thought about this moment, in those dark hours of the night buried beneath your covers, fingers skimming over your own skin, it hadn’t even come close to the reality. You felt insane, clutching at her as her mouth worked wonders on you.

It wasn’t as she began to trail her mouth downwards that you even thought about how much better it could be. She might dominate in the courtroom, her mouth clever and smart, but with you, it was dirty. It was hot and all consuming and capable of things you hadn’t realised. The things you wanted to do to that mouth were not appropriate for company to hear.

“Alex,” you whimpered, hips pressing up as she reached the waistband of your panties.

“Next time you wear this,” she said, lips pressing to your inner thigh, “tell me beforehand. I want to picture you walking around the office just like this.”

“Yes,” you hissed as her teeth sunk in.

“So fucking pretty,” she groaned.

Her tongue pressed to the wet patch on your panties. You gasped, hips bucking up into her mouth. When you looked down your body, her blue eyes were trained on you already, lips pulling up in a smirk.

“Alex. Need you,” you managed to say.

“Oh no, princess. You started this little game. You can’t be mad that you’re losing,” she said.

“Doesn’t feel like losing,” you said.

She tore your panties off you.

“Then let me make myself very clear,” she said, lowering until her breath ghosted over you glistening folds, “you do what I tell you and if you impress me, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to remember your own name.”

“Doesn’t sound like losing,” you said.

Her teeth sunk into your inner thigh, deep enough for you to yelp.

“Want to try that again?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am,” you said.

“Good girl.”

Her tongue swept through your folds, the heat building. She would burn you to ash, of that you were certain. Her hands kept your hips pinned to the mattress, stopping you from encouraging her on. You sighed her name, glad to finally have her touching you where you needed her most. You were throbbing.

“You’re fucking dripping,” she said, looking up your body.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” you replied.

She rewarded you by wrapping her lips around your clit, sucking on it in a way that had your eyes rolling back in your head. You squeezed your eyes closed, letting yourself feel everything she was giving you. Her hands were still keeping you pinned, forcing you to only take what she wanted you to, never more, never quite enough.

She took her time, exploring you, finding all the ways to turn you into a live wire of desire. Every whimper seemed to only make her more determined to draw out more from you. She took you apart and then let you stew in it before taking you apart all over again.

“Eyes on me,” she said, after the third time she’d brought you to the edge only to bring you back.

And like the perfect little employee who knew how to follow orders, you forced your eyes open to look right into hers. They were sparkling as they looked up at you. Her tongue dipped into your entrance and you found yourself whimpering her name.

She was methodical. She’d taken note of everything that made you feel alive, cataloguing them as she found more. With the kind of precision you’d witnessed in court, she applied everything she’d learnt and built you back up to the precipice so quickly it was mind boggling. Your fingers were still threaded through her hair, holding her to your heat.

It was her long fingers that were your undoing. First one, then a second pushed into you. You were trembling beneath her, legs thrown over her shoulders, clutching at her as she split you open. Her name was nothing but a moan, almost unintelligible. Her fingers curled, seeking out just a little more from you.

You broke apart underneath her, crying out her name, wondering if the heavens could hear you. It washed over you, an unstoppable force, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into your body. She eased you through it, lapping at you, drinking down everything that came from you.

She watched you through the entire thing.

You fell back, your laughter shaky as a hand passed over your face. She eased your legs back to the bed, unpinning your hips. A soft kiss was pressed to your hipbone. You looked down your body at her, finding her lips pulled up into a very pleased smile.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” you said, turning your gaze up to the ceiling.

You felt the mattress shift under you as she lay beside you. Your turned your face towards her as her hand splayed over your stomach. You liked it, the way her touch felt like a claiming, even after what you’d just done.

“Still think this was a stupid decision?” she asked.

“Oh, probably,” you said, “but it was definitely worth it.”

“You’re not going to wake up tomorrow and regret it?”

Her expression turned serious. You rolled onto your side, gently cupping your cheek as you lent forward. The kiss was soft, a simple thing but all the reassurance you could give.

“I’ve been wanting this for long enough that I could never regret it,” you said, “unless you decide to ice me out now.”

“Not happening,” she said.

“Promise?”

Her fingers traced over the planes of your face and you shuffled closer. Those eyes of hers had always been intense, but this was different. This was more. Like she was x-raying your very soul and didn’t find you wanting the way others had.

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me,” she said.

“Good.”

You settled against her, sliding an arm around her waist. She was so warm against you, so soft, the antithesis to how she seemed at work. There was no ice now.

“And you don’t regret it?” you asked.

“I don’t think anyone could regret you,” she replied, her fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

“But I didn’t even manage to get you out of your clothes,” you said, propping your chin on her chest to look at her properly.

“This was about you, baby. A reward for a job well done,” she said.

“And what if I want to eat something as my reward?” you asked.

“Don’t be greedy,” she laughed.

“I can’t help it,” you said, “when it comes to you I can’t get enough.”

“I’ve noticed.”

She was smiling in a way that made your heart flutter.

“You demand my attention, you’re desperate for my praise, and you watch me when you think I don’t notice. But I do. I always notice you,” she said, voice low enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Oh yeah? What do you notice about me?” you asked, shifting to straddle her waist, looking down at her.

Her fingers trailed up your thighs, sending heat flicking through your veins again. The patterns she drew over your skin made you breathless, even as you were still recovering from the intense orgasm she’d already given you.

“What a desperate little slut you are,” she said.

Her fingers dug into your thighs, hard enough to hurt, but you found your hips already rolling against her, seeking out some friction.

“Proving my point so beautifully,” she murmured, gaze turning towards your undulating hips.

“Gonna do something about it?” you asked.

She did something about it that stopped you running your mouth again.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

deadass you’re probably my fav writer on here <3 I love your Casey Novak fics

Thank you! I got a new Casey fic coming soon

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Holding my breath until you post another casey fic dont let me die challenge

Think I’m gonna fail this challenge. My next Casey fic is only half written and I have a busy week ahead of me. It is coming, just not immediately. Sorry anon