#Rita Calhoun smut

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Relief

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, smut, it's basically no plot with a teeny bit of fluff at the end, barely over a drabble. unedited, i make no apologies.

Rita had been having one hell of a fucking day. You could tell by the way the apartment door opened, then immediately slammed shut. The sound of her tossing her bag to the island while she tugged off her blazer, a cupboard being opened and ice clinking in a glass, the swoosh of liquid and a brief pause before her voice rung through the air.

“Are you home?!” She called out.

“Yeah…” You called back, wandering down the hallway and she looked up when you entered the room, padding over to her with a curious expression on your face.

“Oh thank fucking god.” She downed the rest of the gin and was on you in a second.

Her lips crashed against yours, the kiss hungry, her hands tight on your hips already as very easily she moved you wherever desired. Your back hit the wall and you let out a little squeak into the kiss and you knew that Rita was frustrated, either about to bend you over the counter to take it out on you or use you to get herself off and you certainly weren’t complaining about either option.

Her tongue surged into your mouth, rolling against yours with ease while one of her hands came up to cup the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair before she pulled on the roots and you whined into the kiss. Her teeth bit into your lower lip, relishing in the way your arms pulled her closer to you and her hips rutted against your body. She suddenly spun you so she was against the wall, her hands on your shoulders when she broke the kiss with a  breathless gasp.

“On your knees.” She ordered; her eyes dark and you wasted absolutely no time dropping to the ground in front of her. Her hand caressed at your cheek gently, “good girl.”

You only waited for the praise, for the tiny nod before you surged forward, your hands finding the hem of her skirt and sliding it up until it was bunched around her waist. You had to sit up on your knees due to the fact that she was still wearing her Manolo’s, fingers slipping into the waist band of her panties to pull down her legs and toss them aside. Your hands softly slid up her legs, wrapping around her hips while your lips made a trail of sticky kisses along her inner thighs. Not wanting to tease, knowing she was already pent up your tongue lapped out, licking through her folds and flicking at her clit.

Above you a happy sigh left Rita’s lips as her head dropped to the wall behind her, her eyes fluttering shut. Your hand ran up her thigh again, lifting her leg so it was draped over your shoulder to give you better access to her glistening pussy. Your mouth returned to her, wrapping around her, tongue sinking into her wetness and she moaned, her hand tangling into your hair to keep you where she wanted. The instant your mouth was on her she had already began to relax, the stressors of the day vanishing from her brain as you continued to eat her. You could feel her body practically melting between you and the wall as your lips sucked at her lower ones while your hands traced soft patterns across her hips. One hand wrapped around to her ass, squeezing softly and she let out a quiet moan, nails scratching at your head.

“God.. just like that.”

Now that the stress was vanishing from her body her lips were curving up into a small grin, pleasure beginning to slowly swim through her body. She always knew she could count on you to make her feel the most relaxed no matter how terrible her day had been, and that you knew exactly what to do with your mouth to help her reach her peak. Your nose brushed against her clit and she let out a gasp, a spark flying through her body and the leg she had wrapped around you tightened, the heel of her stiletto digging into your shoulder but you didn’t care one bit.

You nudged against her clit with your nose again, gaining a similar reaction as a quiet ‘fuck’ slipped from her mouth. Your lips formed a smirk before shifting up, wrapping around the bundle of nerves, sucking it into your mouth and she gasped, her hand shoving your face into her dripping cunt.

“Right fucking there darling.”

Your tongue flicked across her clit, tracing patterns on it with the tip of it while your hand tickled up her thigh. She moaned loudly when you sunk two fingers into her with ease, groaning into her as her walls fluttered around your digits. Your fingers crooked within her, quickly finding that sensitive spot and she cried out,

“Oh fuck!”

Between your mouth on her clit and your fingers pumping into her wetness her thigh began to tremble around you, whines and soft swears leaving her lips as her fingers dug deeper into your hair. She certainly wasn’t letting you move off her pussy until she was ready, urging you further into her. With each pump of your fingers you could feel her clenching around you, her wetness leaking from her cunt, trailing down your wrist. She let out a loud whimper, her body shuddering between you and the wall and you knew she was close, picking up the pace of your fingers, making sure to brush against her g-spot with each thrust of your hand. Your lips suctioned around her clit, feeling it pulse in your mouth and each breath she let out was getting louder and louder until her peak broke. Rita let out a loud cry, her hips rocking up into your mouth as her legs shook, knees nearly buckling while her orgasm rocked through her, thighs threatening to close around your head.

With one final flick against her clit your mouth popped off her, your fingers slowing, fucking her through her orgasm as you gently kissed at her hipbones. When you were sure she’d caught her breath you pulled your fingers out, sucking them clean as she watched with hooded eyes. Moving her leg from around your shoulder you stood with a small groan, your hand cupping  her cheek softly as you leant in to kiss her.

“Feel better?” You asked with a grin and she chuckled softly, moaning over the taste of herself on your lips.

“Much.” Her eyes dragged down your body, suddenly coming back to life realizing her heel had been digging into your bare shoulder, that you were in shorts and had been kneeling on the hardwood for probably far too long. “Oh god, are you alright?”

“Rita.” You laughed, “I’m fine. I don’t care about marks as long as it’s from pleasuring you, you should know that by now.” You kissed her softly, hands readjusting her skirt while you did so, “now… how about you go change, I’ll get some wine and we can order in some dinner, get you nice and relaxed? Maybe have a nice long venting session about annoying prosecutors and clients? Even a nice bubble bath?”

“I think that would be absolutely wonderful.” Her genuine smile took over her cheeks as she gazed at you, a hand caressing your cheek gently, “you truly know how to spoil me.”

“Ah, on the contrary, I think you do most of the spoiling my love.”

“I love you.” She kissed the tip of your nose.

“And I love you just as much.”

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[caseynovakslut]

Lowkey need more Amelia Chase smut fics like we already know she was into auto-erotic asphyxiation 😔 whoever wrote that Rita Calhoun x Amelia Chase one-shot you have my heart

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principal weems

rita calhoun

melissa schemmenti

chessy

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• Tara Lewis

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• Rita Calhoun

• Casey Novak

• Rafael Barba

[storiesofsvu]

Girl Dinner

Casey Novak x Rita Calhoun Warnings: language, sass, bantering, smut. Welp, at least this is finally done. I can't tell ya if it's any good or if I even like it, but I finally actually managed to write after a solid two weeks of nothing. Hoping that the creativity will continue to bless me and I can get some more of it done as the month goes on. At least I managed to finagle my way into getting Thursday off so hopefully that will help! Manifest more writing to come from me soon! lol, apologies for things taking so long. Especially to those of you who have bought me ko-fi's for specific requests! Also this is my first time writing a full blown smut piece for a ship and not a reader insert, so it's not gonna be perfect lol

Working through dinner in the Calhoun/Novak household was a very usual thing, especially during the week. Weeknights were for ordering take out to the office while slaving over files or opening arguments and witness lists. They were for going out with the firm, bartering, rubbing elbows and climbing the social chains, making connections that would no doubt come to help you out later down the road. Nights spent sharing bottles of wine with prospective clients at the finest steakhouses in Manhattan for hours while you started to piece together people’s character and integrity. They were for hours spent at Forlini’s, shooting the shit and attempting to make plea deals with the prosecutor on the case, sometimes multiple at once. It was very rare that both of them actually made it home in time for dinner at all.

Not that Casey minded, she was used to eating alone in her office at Hogan place, putting blood sweat and tears into cases that she might not even end up winning. Besides, it certainly wasn’t like Rita was going to cook for her, the best she was getting was pricey take out (which Rita sometimes would send to the apartment when she knew the other woman was home). Most nights Casey got home first she’d toss together something delicious and semi healthy, setting aside a plate for Rita whenever she did get home, if she’d already eaten, it would be tomorrow’s lunch.

Tonight was the rare occasion where they were both home by dinner time, but that didn’t mean either of them were done working. Rita was in the home office; door open just a crack and Casey could hear her on the phone. By the sound of things, she was talking deals, and the sassy and somewhat playful tone in her voice told her it was Barba on the other side of the line. So she chose to stay at the kitchen island and finish up her own closing argument, leave her girlfriend squabbling with her best friend for a little longer.

It was almost an hour later when Casey’s stomach began to rumble, but the office conversation had since changed to speaker phone, meaning it was nowhere near over so she treated it like any other night they were apart. She closed her file folders, stashing them in her work bag and padded through the kitchen to the fridge, staring into it, the pantry and the freezer until she found something suitable to throw in the oven for herself. When it was finished, she took it into the living room with a glass of wine, throwing a mindless show on the television to keep her occupied while she waited for Rita to wrap up whatever she was working on.

She was done a second glass of wine by the time she realized how late it was, letting out a soft sigh as she pushed off the couch. Stopping in the kitchen she poured out another glass of wine for Rita before wandering down the hallway and knocked gently on the door. Rita’s soft ‘come in’ echoed through the space and Casey smiled, stepping into the office.

“Are you that deep into it tonight?”

“I was.” She laughed lightly, “then Raf got me all distracted.”

“Well,” Casey perched on the edge of her desk, placing down one of the wine glasses, “if you’ve still got work to do, start with this, I’ll get you some dinner going.”

“I have dinner.” The older woman replied, gesturing to the snack box she had made to take to work, a handful of trail mix, half a bag of salt and vinegar Boom Chicka Pop, some now very brown apple slices, and cubes of cheese.

“That is not dinner.” Casey practically snorted, “that barely constitutes a snack.”

“It counts.” She protested with a laugh, popping a piece of cheese into her mouth with a shrug, “I had a big lunch, went out with Liz. It’s fine darling.”

“Is this how you eat when I’m not around?”

“It’s food, isn’t it?” She shrugged, munching on some more of it while continuing to scribble on a legal pad.

“Did you survive on Lunchables at Harvard?” She asked with a laugh, the look Rita gave her making her realize she probably didn’t even know what a Lunchable was.

“Rafael cooked. Or we went down to the dining hall. You’ve seen it, that constitutes real food.”

Casey let out a small huff, “I was about to make a comment about how expensive that must’ve gotten but then I remembered who I’m talking to.”

Rita chuckled, her pen stilling in her hand as she looked up at the redhead, “I know you enjoy cooking for me, but I am being perfectly nutritious.”

“Okay, but lunch with Liz, that,” she gestured to the snack box, “plus the half an egg you ate on your way out the door doesn’t count as three balanced meals.”

“Oh,” She grinned, “and I’m so sure your dinner of… what was it? Let me guess, dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and tater tots, does?”

“Hey!” Casey pouted, “at least I actually cooked them! It counts as dinner. Rita, c’mon.” she tugged at her hand, “I’ll even order expensive take out, you need something hot and delicious to eat.”

Rita let out a low laugh, her lips curving up into a devilish smirk as she looked up at the other woman, “you know… if you wanted me to eat you out all you had to do was ask.”

“Rita!” Casey felt her cheeks heat, her eyes widening at the other woman’s words.

“What?” She shrugged, her eyes dragging up and down her body, lingering on the swell of her chest peeking out from under her shirt, “you said something hot and delicious. And something hot and delicious happens to be standing right in front of me…”

“Rita…” She warned, letting out a huff.

“Are you telling me you don’t want me to eat you out?” She asked, picking up her pen again, flipping it through her fingers, “fine, I’ll keep working. But I thought I had you trained better, you should know every good dinner needs an even tastier appetizer.” She glanced up at Casey, her brow raised and a hungry fire in her eyes, “and I am particularly fond of how you taste.” Casey gulped, shifting awkwardly on the edge of Rita’s desk, pulling a dark chuckle from the other woman, “that’s what I thought.” She swatted at her hip, “bedroom. I’m not risking you ruining any of this paperwork.”

The heat from Casey’s cheeks started to tingle through her body, her mind already beginning to cloud at the thought of Rita’s mouth on her. The woman knew exactly just how to drive her wild, she could have her turned on in the flash of a second with just a lingering look or her extensive vocabulary, made even spicier the moment she started dirty talking.

And that was before she even laid a hand on her.

By the time Casey was in the bedroom her shirt was tugged over her head and she was ducking to kiss Rita, accepting the other woman’s tongue into her mouth as she let out a soft moan. Rita’s hands were on the waistband of her pants, pulling them and her underwear down over her hips so Casey could kick them off. The brunette nudged her to sit on the edge of the bed, softly pulling away from the kiss and Casey’s hands flew to her waist, untucking her blouse, fingers sneaking underneath the fabric to tickle across her heated skin. Rita caught her wrists, pressing a kiss to the palm of one of her hands,

“Uh-uh.”

“But.” She began to protest before Rita cocked a brow at her.

“This is about getting you off, and then getting me dinner. I can have my fun later.”

“Promise?” She practically pouted and Rita laughed softly, cupping her face, thumb stroking over her cheek before she leant down, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Promise.” She nodded, “now lie back darling.”

Casey shifted on the bed until her head hit the pillows, her skin prickling as Rita climbed over her, catching her lips in a kiss while her hands began to trace patterns on porcelain skin. She couldn’t help but moan when Rita’s tongue slipped back into her mouth, dancing with her own as their lips moved with a familiar grace. The tingle between her legs grew at the feeling of hands softly groping at her chest, rolling her nipple between finger and thumb and she broke the kiss to moan gently, her head falling back into the pillows.

Rita took advantage, her lips trailing down her neck, teeth nipping gently at her skin in an attempt to not leave any marks in the morning. She licked across her collarbone, pausing to press a gentle kiss in the middle before her lips continue to trace across Casey’s skin. The other woman wound her fingers gently into her hair, holding her to her as she worked her way across her body, little whimpers escaping her lips as her pussy began to flutter. Rita’s lips wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into her mouth as Casey moaned softly, her nails scratching at the brunette’s scalp, her hips rocking up off the bed begging for more contact. Her lips curved up into a grin on Casey’s skin before her teeth nipped at her nipple and she let out a gasp, back arching off the bed. Satisfied with the reaction she repeated the motions on the other side, leaving Casey whining beneath her, body shivering against the bed, her pussy practically dripping. Wrapping a sturdy arm around her waist, Rita rolled onto her back, a small shriek leaving the other woman’s lips as she did so.

“What’re y—”

“Come sit on my face.” She muttered; her breath hot on Casey’s lips as she surged up to steal another kiss.

“But…”

“My appetizer,” Rita squeezed at her hips as she stole another heated kiss, “my choice of how it’s presented, right?”

“You’re ridiculous.” Casey shook her head, kissing her once more before she crawled up the bed, settling her legs on either side of her head and Rita’s hands slid up her legs, softly grasping her waist.

Casey let out a gasp when Rita yanked her down onto her face, her tongue lapping at the other woman’s pussy. Her lips moved with expertise, tongue slipping in just enough to tantalize her, pulling waves of pleasure from deeper within her body with each pass of her tongue. Juices began to smear across her lips as Casey whined above her, her hands shooting out to clutch at the headboard. Rita groaned against her skin, her fingers tightening into her hips, rocking her body ever so gently, encouraging Casey to grind down onto her, to chase her release as needily as she wanted to.

“Oh fu-uck.” Her body trembled when Rita’s nose nudged against her throbbing clit, a whimper escaping her lips.

She could feel Rita’s lips curving up into a smirk against her skin before her mouth shifted upwards so she could suck her clit into her mouth. Casey moaned louder at the sensation, her head falling back as she continued to grind down onto Rita. Her heart was thundering in her chest, heat prickling under her skin as the pleasure soared through her, pussy fluttering around nothing, dripping down her thighs. Rita’s tongue danced patterns against her clit, flicking with the tip exactly how Casey desired, her noises getting louder with each movement from the other woman. She was so close and Rita could sense it, sucking harder on her clit, moaning into her pussy, the vibrations driving Casey wild, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“Please…” she whined, pulling a chuckle from Rita whose hand snuck between the redhead’s thighs, playing with her folds before two fingers sunk into her heat, “fuck.”

Rita groaned again, feeling Casey’s pussy pulse around her fingers as she fucked her, her lips sucking harder around her clit. Juices dribbled down her wrist, her fingers curling, quickly finding the sensitive spot inside her cunt, Casey let out a gasp, her head dropping forward as pleasure shot through her body.

“Oh god…” she moaned, “d-don’t stop.” Her body jolted, thighs threatening to suffocate Rita as she continued her motions, “s’close.”

Rita moaned in response, her tongue flicking faster, working in tandem with her fingers, the tips pressing into Casey’s g-spot with each thrust. She rubbed harder, lingering against the sensitive spot and Casey cried out, her entire body shaking as the coil burst and her orgasm hit her, coursing through her body, the fire bursting from under her skin. Rita’s tongue lazily licked at her clit, smirking at the way it made the other woman shudder before she pulled her fingers from her pussy, her mouth sinking back down to gently clean up the mess she’d made between her legs.

Casey could feel her body aching to go limp and in an attempt to actually not suffocate her girlfriend she mustered up the strength to swing her leg off her, dropping down onto the bed as she panted. Rita chuckled beside her, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before she reached out, pulling Casey into her embrace. With a soft sigh the redhead relaxed into her, curling into her side as her head found home on her chest. Rita’s nails softly scratched at her scalp, gliding through her hair as she pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Feeling better?” She asked, her free hand gliding up and down Casey’s back.

“Much.” She mumbled in reply, finally able to catch her breath. It was only after a minute that her brow furrowed and she pulled her head up, looking up at Rita, “wait… this wasn’t about me, this was about you eating.”

“Did I not just eat?” Rita cocked a brow, a grin on her lips and Casey rolled her eyes.

“An actual meal, consisting of physical food that was better than some Lunchable.”

“I’m perfectly fine.” She smiled, leaning down to place a kiss onto Casey’s lips. As much as she would claim she was fine, her body was about to betray her, a loud growl echoing through the room from her stomach. Casey barked out a laugh as Rita huffed, dropping back onto the pillows.

“No denying it now.” Grinning, the redhead stole a kiss, “what do you feel like? Something fancy or something comforting.”

“If that’s your way of asking if pizza is acceptable, my answer is yes.” She pinched at Casey’s waist, “just keep the pineapple on your side please.”

“Of course.” Casey kissed her cheek before rolling over to grab her phone from the nightstand, quickly punching in the order before tossing the device to the side.

“How long.” Rita asked, shifting the blankets around the two of them.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Perfect.” Her arms wound around the other woman, “that’s plenty of time for another round.”

“You are insufferable.” Casey laughed as she accepted the kiss.

“And you love it.”

“Mmhmm.”

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[baubeautyandthegeek]

Someone To Share - Phoebe Baker/Elana Barth/Rita Calhoun

A/N: First smut written for @adarafaelbarba​ ‘s Bday Bingo.

Elana whines when she feels Phoebe’s lips at her neck. She’s willing, of course, to do this, she asked for it, but she shudders when she feels Phoebe slide into her from behind, the stretch hurts just a little despite the lube they’ve already used and Phoebe murrs softly as she shifts to help her spread some more. “Relax Baby, we’ll make it good for you.” Rita’s smile is soft as she moves closer, Elana’s breath catching in her throat at the sudden feeling of being full, Rita’s lips brushing her own gently. She’s used to this, of course, being a third, an invited party, but Elana is new to all of this, exploring with Phoebe’s tender guidance. “Such a good girl.” Rita murmurs, she can feel Phoebe’s touch against her wrist and allows the guidance, holding Elana open to Phoebe’s pace, Phoebe’s hands at Elana’s chest and Elana whines softly, sweetly trusting even as she settles to something new. This had been Elana’s birthday gift from Phoebe, Phoebe welcoming an old flame back into Elana’s life as easy as breathing. Phoebe doesn’t mind sharing, Rita knows that well enough, but she can see how tenderly Phoebe cares for Elana and can’t help being proud she was the trusted third for this. The paces are both firm and tender and when Elana finally shakes undone Phoebe smiles, kissing her shoulder softly, easing her down tenderly before moving away to wash the strap, smiling when Rita joins her at the bathroom sink. “She’s lucky to have you…” “She has you now… take care of our little Lanie won’t you?” “Always.” Phoebe promises. “Call me if you…” “Nu-uh, you can stay the night Rita.” “What?” “I’m not blind Rita, I can see you still love her.” “You… don’t mind?” “Hell no. If you actually love her then we can work things out.”

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Solace

Rita Calhoun x reader warnings: language, brief mention of svu style angst, smut, dirty talk, thigh riding. sub!rita

Rita was home late, later than usual and much later than she had intended when she originally left her office. It was only supposed to be a drink, maybe two while she vented to Elana about the bullshit direction her case was going but one thing always led to another and this time that meant nearly finishing a bottle of wine. Normally these evenings were spent complaining about how annoying her client was, how stupid they were when they thought they were a genius, how the only reason they were on her client list in the first place was daddy’s money. Tonight it was the complete opposite, she’d taken a pro-bono, suggested through Rafael for an incredibly tricky case where she knew that her client was innocent, that they didn’t deserve suffering through a trial much less the prison time they were likely now facing. It was rare that she felt this defeated, that things didn’t feel right and it was eating away at her from the inside out.

The only light left on in the kitchen was the one above the stove, the living room dark and she felt a pang of guilt wash through her at the thought of you waiting up for her. A sliver of light shone down the hallway from the ajar bedroom door, soft music wafting through the air and she took a breath of relief, at least you weren’t already asleep. Nudging the bedroom door open she caught you coming back from the en-suite in a pair of thin beige joggers and a tank you usually slept in.

“Hey.” You greeted with a warm smile, making your way over to her your hand braced on her elbow you leant in, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek and Rita felt the warmth soothe through her veins at the touch.

“I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“It’s alright.” You squeezed at her elbow, “you’ve had a rough week.” You took the blazer folded over her arm, adding it to the dry cleaning pile in the walk in, “did you eat?”

There was a slight pause, “does a salad count?”

You popped back into the room with a brow raised and Rita knew she was already caught, “not if the salad was made up of fermented grapes.”

She let out a soft sigh, stepping out of her shoes and moving through the room to take out her earrings, “fine.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Am I going to wake up to you nearly burning the house down at three in the morning?”

“They have delivery apps for that.” She nearly scowled, looking at you through the mirror and you laughed, wrapping your arms around her from behind.

“Well… if you don’t want food… and you’ve already had something to drink…” your lips brushed against her neck once, twice, “I can think of something else that might make you feel better?”

“Darling…” she sighed, her shoulders sinking at the thought of disappointing you after leaving you hanging all evening, “I just really don’t have the energy—”

“Who said anything about you having to do anything?” You asked, a gleam in your eye as your hands moved to her hips and turned her around to face you, “you’ve had a long week.” Leaning in, you kissed her softly, your lips brushing against hers as you spoke, “let me take care of you, hmm?” Your hands began tugging at the hem of her shirt, untucking it from her skirt so you had access to her skin underneath the fabric as you leant in again, kissing her gently. She let out a soft sigh into the kiss, her arms instinctively wrapping around your shoulders as she melted into your embrace, feeling a tingling starting under her skin, her head already beginning to get fuzzy.

“I do suppose that might help.” She murmured.

“I thought so.”

You playfully nipped at her lower lip before kissing her again, letting her relax into the embrace as your hands slid under her blouse, cold fingers running paths on her heated skin. She sighed into the kiss and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into her mouth, gracefully rolling along with hers. When your hands crept upwards, gently pawing at her chest she let out a soft moan, her body melting even more into your arms.

“That’s it baby.” You cooed, your lips kissing across her jawline, finger curling under her chin to tilt her head away from you so you could trail kisses down her neck. “Just relax for me. You deserve it.”

When you nipped at her neck she let out a quiet hiss and you couldn’t help but chuckle against her skin, your hands tugging her shirt over her head before tossing it in the direction of the laundry. Her bra was quick to join it, her nipples hardening in the cool bedroom air as you kissed her again, tongue immediately slinking into her mouth. Your hands found her hips, backing her up until her back hit the wall and she let out a small ‘oof’ into the kiss, your lips curving up into a grin at the noise. You tugged on her skirt, yanking it upwards until you could feel the hem of it and you were able to bunch it up around her waist.

“Think we can get rid of these.” You murmured as your fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her legs and she was quick to kick them off, her hands grasping at you to pull you back into another kiss.

Your hands slid up her body, cupping her chest, thumbs rubbing back and fourth over her nipples before pinching them. Rita broke the kiss with a gasp, her head dropping back against the wall and her hips rolling toward your body. Rather than walking her to the bed like she expected, you slotted a leg between hers, nudging your knee right against the wall so her bare cunt was right on your pant leg.

“Someone’s getting antsy…Go on, ride my thigh.”

“Fuck.” She muttered, her hands bracing on your shoulders as she ground down onto your leg, letting out a whimper as her pussy dragged across your thigh.

“That’s it,” you murmured, placing a kiss right under her ear, “grind that pretty pussy on me, I know you want to.”

Rita groaned softly, her arms tightening around your shoulders as one of your hands slunk up her body to pinch and toy with her chest again. Your lips made a home in the crook of her neck, alternating between biting, sucking and kissing at her supple skin. A shuddering breath escaped from the back of her throat when her clit pressed down onto your thigh, her body shivering as tingles started moving through her. She had already completely forgotten about work, the stressors beginning to melt away from her body the moment your lips touched her. She could feel the tension she’d been holding all week dissipating, dripping away all the way from her head to her toes to be replaced with tiny bursts of fireworks as pleasure took over her only thought process. The lazy roll of her hips was just enough to get her going, her pussy beginning to flutter around nothing as you nudged your leg harder against her.

“C’mon baby, let go. I wanna hear you, you can get louder, can’t you?” You pinched her nipples as you spoke, pulling a low swear from her before one of your hands ran down her side, wrapping around her hip and you began to guide her.

“Oh god..”

“That’s it.” You purred, nipping at her earlobe, your hand guiding her faster as you flexed your thigh, pushing her harder down onto it and she moaned again. “You like that? Hmm?” Your lips brushed against her skin, “that feel good?”

“Mmhmm.” She did her best to nod as her pulsing clit brushed against your leg, her thighs trembling around you.

“You’re so good for me.” Your thumb brushed over her nipple, flicking gently at it, ���so good to me. Need to make sure you relax more often, you’re too stressed.” Your hand pressed her down onto your thigh with more pressure and she groaned right into your ear, her fingers clawing at the fabric of your shirt. “Need to play with that pretty pussy more often, don’t I? I bet you’d like that. Already struggle to keep my hands off of you, may as well play with these perfect tits before even getting out of bed.” You enunciated your words by squeezing at her chest, rolling her nipple between your finger and thumb. “Could probably start fingering you in the shower, make you nice and relaxed to start your day off? Hmm?” Your teeth scraped against the column of her neck and Rita ground down onto your thigh, her hips rocking faster now as your words egged her on.

“Fuck…”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that too, feeling your warm pussy wrapped around my fingers, always so fuckin’ wet for me, dripping down my wrist as you squeeze around me.”

Rita’s whimpering grew louder and more frequent, she could feel the wetness between her legs growing with each time you spoke, juices no doubt smearing all over your pants as she rode your thigh. Her cunt pulsed, clit swollen and needy and she had to angle her hips perfectly to get it to grind against your leg. She was starting to lose her breath, caught up in the dirty things you were saying and the pleasure coursing through her entire body. She felt a flame burning inside her, prickling under her skin as your hands toyed with her body in the utterly perfect way, you always knew the exact places to touch her to make her come completely undone.

“Course, I couldn’t let you leave the house without getting my mouth on you.” You husked and she could practically hear the smirk in your voice, her body shuddering at the thought.

“Oh god… fuck..”

“Catch you right before you’re out the door, pin you to the wall just like this.” Your thigh surged up, pressing hard against her cunt and she cried out, her body trembling in your arms, “skirts give me such good access. Just have to pull those pretty lace panties to the side and have my way with you. Be so nice to have the taste of you on my lips for the rest of the day.”

“Darling…” she panted and your hand wound around her body, cupping at her ass, squeezing hard as you urged her to move faster, “oh god…”

“I know you’re close.” You murmured, pressing kisses along her neck, nosing at her jaw to try and gain what little attention left you could, “let go for me baby. I wanna see you come.”

Rita’s nails began to dig into your back as breathless whimpers escaped her lips, her hips rolling faster and harder against your leg, guided by you, urging her on, sweet nothings whispered right into her ear as she buried herself into the crook of your neck. Heat pulsed through her, exploding in her core as she cried out, her pussy clenching down, pulsing harder than she’d expected as she hit her peak. Her head dropped back against the wall, her lips parting as she panted, her body slowly decompressed. Your hand continued to guide her hips, rocking her gently across your thigh, each drag slower and lighter than the one before.

“That’s it gorgeous.” You placed a kiss on her collarbone, your lips making a pathway up her neck until you captured her lips in a small, breathless kiss, “you’re so pretty when you’re coming for me.” Your hand cupped at her cheek while you kissed her again quickly, your thumb rubbing across her skin soothingly.

Finally your hand dropped from her ass, your knee falling from the wall to let your leg relax and your warms wound around her waist, making sure she was stable on her legs as you kissed her again.

“Christ.” She muttered, pulling a small laugh from you.

“I’ll say.” You pinched gently at her sides, guiding her gaze down towards your pant leg, “look at the mess you made.”

Rita felt a flush of heat surge into her cheeks when her eyes landed on the soaked patch of the fabric, a nearly embarrassed chuckle leaving her lips. “Sorry.”

“No need.” You laughed, leaning in to kiss her cheek, winding an arm around her waist, “seems like you really needed to get off, and I was gonna wear shorts to bed anyways.”

“Thank you.” She replied with a very satisfied sigh, finally reaching behind herself to unzip her skirt, stepping out of it as she scooped up the other pieces of discarded clothing.

“Feeling better?” You asked, following her into the walk in to swap your stained pants to a pair of shorts.

“Much.” She smiled softly at you, pulling a robe from the closet to wrap around herself and you couldn’t help but laugh as her stomach let out a growl.

“Sounds like someone worked up an appetite.” You teased, prodding at her side and she scoffed at you, “why don’t you hop in the shower and I’ll put in for some takeout.”

“Sounds perfect.” She leant in, kissing you gently as she squeezed at your hand, a look in her eyes that you knew all too well, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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[baubeautyandthegeek]

Working For The Weekend (Playing For Keeps) - Rita/Elana,  Rita/Elana/Pippa

Warnings: Smut.  Summary: Elana needs a little comfort. 

Elana had not meant to disturb Rita, she really hadn’t, but nightmares had woken her roughly enough she padded through to Rita’s office, alone with her at home whilst Pippa was taking the kids to their grandparents, letting them stay with the family. Rita looks up at the sound of Elana in the doorway, sighing softly at the look in her eyes, shifting to adjust herself and find her strap before she called Elana closer, her voice warmly soft, noting the way Elana was shivering. “Come here, you can sit on my lap till I’m finished…” Elana smiles then, all but running to settle herself on Rita’s lap, settling over the strap with a low whine of raw need, nestling into Rita as she let her finish her work. Elana knew when Rita was finished, Rita’s grip tightened around her and soon she was setting a pace that was both demanding and sweet at the same time, Elana soon mewling into her neck as she fought not to cum too quickly. It took only a little longer for Elana to give in and come undone with a cry, her breath hitching at the sound of Pippa in the doorway. “Someone had a nightmare huh little one?” Elana blushed and nodded, smiling softly when Pippa held a hand out to her, leading her back to the bedroom, Rita moving away to clean the strap before joining them both in bed, smiling at the sight of Elana arching to Pippa’s tongue, moving to stroke a hand through Pippa’s hair, shifting to focus in on her chest, smirking at Elana’s gasp and arch, humming softly. “Mmm, that’s it baby, enjoy yourself.” It didn’t take long for the two of them to bring Elana to her release, Pippa smiling and moving to kiss Rita, the two enjoying Elana’s soft noises of contentment even as she came down.

[lesbianologist]

NEVER BE THE SAME [4/+]

gif by @1000spices (tysm bby).

summary: yn has a shit afternoon, and rita helps with it. (a/n): this shit gets LONG! i apologize profusely skfhdk! warnings: language, angst, smidge of past-mentioning, cheating, breakup, heartache, heavy smut (dom/sub, praise kink, restraints, sex toys), sweet aftercare.

it was a short cab ride from tribeca to union square. rita had offered, damn near insisted that you have her private driver take you there, but you were stubborn and hailed a cab instead to your place — a bright and spacious flat — to pick up the keys for the cottage. swiftly downing a homemade cup of iced coffee, you hopped into the shower, exchanged your previous night’s clothes for a flowing lavender jumpsuit, and you got into your mercedes.

you drove down to abraço, a cafe you adored, to meet catherine who grabbed a coffee before slipping into the passenger seat, her coily black hair neated pinned up and out of her face and away from her beautiful cerulean blouse.

the drive to the cottage was insufferably quiet, the casual small-talk seeping through occasionally. a steady stream of catching up on work, family, friends, new hobbies, until catherine asked the dreaded question: how have you been?

frankly, you didn’t have an actual answer for her. nor did you think you owed her one.

the days were easiest; you had a fantastic job that you were just starting to sink your teeth into, your apartment was luxurious and spacious, and you were finally back in your home state. the nights, however, were pitifully lonely; you’d find yourself rolling over in bed, arm searching in the darkness for a warm embrace, and it’d wash over you that you were alone. moreover, she chose to not be there. you felt you were defective, in her eyes, though her exact choice of words didn’t necessarily reflect that, but it did ultimately lead to the deterioration of your relationship.

somehow, it had been the one thing to dismember and crumble it all, and it left you gripping the steering wheel now as you drove, your knuckles turning alabaster as you rounded the corners out of the city.

“fine, you?”

“fine”

this woman that you had once adored, cherished, and found love in was merely another person, now. you could barely stand to be seated next to her in your car, and it was evident in the silence. the tension could be cut with a knife. the anger, cynicism, and fury boiling under your skin. sometimes you wanted to scream at her “as if you’re any different!”

instead, you held it inside of you during the days, utilizing it for your days in court, and when the anger dimmed, all that was left was heartache, melancholy, and sorrow. the dagger had been driven through, and all that remained was what she had put you through.

on the other side of the hudson river, the cottage pulled into view, neatly tucked away into a shroud of beautiful trees. your mom and dad had it redone recently, both the interior and exterior remodeled and repainted, and this was the first time you had seen it in what felt like eons. it was a beautiful maroon instead of the sage green you had been used to, and the brick had been touched up and recoloured a contrasting brown instead of grey. it was different. it was perfect.

it took several hours to comb through the boxes in the attic, particularly in silence. you sighed heavily as you sat on the floor and unearthed your entire lives together. it was particularly frustrating when you couldn’t find catherine’s grandmother’s necklace that you were certain was in one of the boxes near the skylight in the attic. the stillness seemed to stir something in catherine as she turned to you.

“you could have talked to me”

“you think that would have made a difference?”

“i don’t know”

“you didn’t turn to me, catherine”

“i know”

“you chose her over me”

“i’m sorry”

it was the same platitude, different day; an error, a lapse in judgment, a critical miscalculation. except she had chosen to end up in another woman’s arms, and not yours. worse was the way she blamed you at first. the late nights, the fights, the way you’d disappear to get air. your faults had crumbled the both of you, somehow. you were always quick to remind her, though, that you had tried.

you tried to get home earlier and work less, you’d walk away when she’d initiate the screaming, and hell, you tried to fix what had initially caused the rift that slowly tore you two apart. but she had chosen to sleep with another woman, and then lie to you for months while continuing to sleep with her.

“i know you’re sorry, you always are”

“alright, whatever, [yn]”

“oh here we go”

“here we go, what?”

“i don’t have to fucking accept your apology! you do understand that, right? that you were the one that chose to hurt me, chose to sleep with that woman, and you chose to say all the hurtful things you did?! i’m not obligated to roll over and forgive you!” you snapped.

she stared at you, the brevity of the silence filling the room. you shoved the boxes to the side, rose up, and dusted off your jumpsuit.

“finish up here, i want to go back to my goddamn apartment already”

“okay”

loading the three boxes into your car, the last of your lives together, you took them to where she was staying. you didn’t really care, anymore, what she was going to do with them. you were done with her and the rest of that life you had, and you wanted to move forward. you drove the rest of the way in silence, and you dropped them and her off and sped home, trying to rid your head of the fight you just had.

you let yourself into your apartment, the emptiness swallowing you whole, and it felt too big and small all at once. tears welled up in your eyes as you swiped a bottle of merlot from the rack next to the door. it was sunday, so you’d have to watch how much you drank, but you wanted to relax and watch some mindless tv with a glass of wine.

“you home?” your phone buzzed. rita.

“yep, finally”

“can i come over?”

“sure,” you replied, “but do you remember what i told you the address was?”

“funny story, i’ll explain that later”

a soft knock at your door a half hour later pulled you out of your trance, and you swiftly wiped the smudged mascara from your eyes, taking a glance in the mirror before you opened the door.

she almost took your breath away, again. rita was adorned in this brilliant lace black bustier top, burgundy blazer, and black trousers. her hair was tucked to the side, the curls softened at the ends, sweeping to frame her face perfectly. you couldn’t keep your eyes from dragging down her frame, drinking in her form, before you saw the smirk on her face.

“couldn’t resist a look, could you?” she asked with a wink before tugging you into a blistering kiss, hands roaming over your neck and shoulders before briefly ghosting over your lips between breaths. she made you delirious in a dazzling way, but today you couldn’t feel it in the same way, the rawness of the fight still simmering in your head.

running her thumb over your lip as she cupped your face, she pulled back to look at you properly, tilting her head when she noticed your red-rimmed eyes.

“you’ve been crying” she whispered, to which you only tried to look away.

her hand linked in yours as she pulled back from you more, noticing the remnants of mascara and eyeliner near your jaw in your desperate attempt to wipe yourself of your tears.

“i won’t pry, but you can talk to me”

“thank you… so what was the funny story?”

she smiled devilishly, sinking her hand into the pocket of her burgundy jacket to retrieve a small trinket that boldly said “union square” on it in goldleaf. it twinkled brightly as she placed it in your hand and you smiled sheepishly at how extraordinarily childish you felt. your mom had bought it when you moved, wanting something to commemorate the start of your new life in new york.

“fairly sure that’s yours”

“yeah, my mom bought it when i arrived”

“cute. anyway, it reminded me of your address”

the burgundy jacket found a home over one of your chairs, her intricate bustier top accentuating her cleavage, collarbone, and brilliant shoulders. your mouth watered at the sight of rita making herself at home in your apartment as she meandered about. she was so incredibly ravishing, you marveled at the thought of being on your knees for her, submitting to her for her pleasure.

“the view is impeccable, and it’s incredibly spacious”

“yeah, i love it”

she spun around, turning to you, snaking her fingers around your waist and pressing her lips to your neck, chuckling as you sighed into the kisses. the words left your lips before you had a chance to think of what the meant, rita eviscerating any thought of catherine as her hands explored your body.

“make me forget”

“bedroom?”

the two of you somehow made it there between the frantic breathless kisses, grabbing at each other’s clothes. one of rita’s hands grasped your waist while the other toyed with your hair before tugging slightly at the roots, a sob emerging from your lips. your hands teased at the straps of her bustier, peeling it off of her and onto the floor as you cupped her breasts in your hands.

her lips met yours, parting as she delved her tongue in, dancing hers with yours. she tasted of mints, coffee and something spiced, likely her lunch from earlier, and it sent your head spinning. you felt electrified, and it was dialed up a notch as her fingers trailed over your collarbone and as she peeled your jumpsuit off of you, letting it drop to the floor, as well as your bra and underwear.

you rolled her nipples with your thumbs, softly squeezing them as she sighed heavily into your neck. this was followed by you pushing her gently onto your bed, laying her on her back, and digging your fingers into her trousers. they were stripped from her fairly easily, as well as the lace panties she had worn underneath them, leaving her completely exposed to you as you admired her body before you.

“you just going to stare?” she asked.

“fingers, mouth, or toys?”

“the first two”

“safe word?”

“whiskey”

her skin seemed to glow in the light of day, and you found your hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the king sized bed as you dropped to your knees. she smelled incredible, and it only drove you on further in your arousal. you kissed her inner right thigh, and scraped your teeth along the length of it, soothing it immediately after with your tongue.

initially, you made your way up to her pussy, and you grinded the heel of your palm against her cunt, smirking when her hips chased after more. then, you took a broad swipe across her dripping pussy with your tongue, moaning about how she tasted so wonderful as you rolled your tongue on her clit slowly. this caused her to buck, slightly, before you slipped a finger in, oscillating pumping a finger within her and sucking her clit.

“more,” she groaned, grasping your hair at the roots and pressing you into her cunt, more.

another finger was added as you curled them upward within her, kneading her from within, seeking out that pleasure point that would bring her to her peak. it wasn’t long until you found it, pressing hard and dragging your fingertips across it as you effortlessly stimulated her. the thrusting intensified as you curled your fingers more, and you could feel her clenching slightly around your fingertips, throbbing as you stroked your fingers within her more and more.

“come on, i know you’re close” you whispered, edging her further.

her chest began to flutter as her pussy pulsated on your digits, coating them completely, trickling and dripping sounds reflecting through the room. you coaxed her to a frenzied ecstasy and watched as she chased her high, her thighs clenching tightly around your face as she cried out loudly. lapping up her essence, you eased up on the thrusting and softly guided her through her orgasm as it washed over her in waves.

“fuck,” she yelped, clutching the sheets, contorting as her final one washed over her, and she collapsed further into the bedding.

eventually, she sat up, a fascination, eagerness, and fever fixated in her eyes. she yanked you onto her lap so you were straddling her, hands roaming around your hips until she was cupping your ass, the other hand grazing over the small of your back. you could feel your wetness pooling underneath you.

she moved the hand that was grazing your back around to the front of you, near your thigh, and slipped it underneath you, stroking two fingers over your wetness, palpating your soaked cunt.

“you get this wet from making me come?”

“mmm… mhm”

“colours or a specific safe word?”

“colours; stoplight system”

“colour right now?”

“green”

a series of peppered kisses came from her, halting at your neck as she sucked and marked you, twirling her thumb over your swollen clit. a gasp was solicited from your lips as she glided a finger into you.

“i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop”

“please,” you pleaded.

that was all it took for her to toss you onto your back as she went down on you, bringing you to your edge over and over again. you became a whimpering, sopping mess, dampening your bedsheets as she fucked you with her fingers and mouth, extracting a series of shrieks each time you came closer.

“toys?” she reminded you.

“drawer, table,” you heaved, pointing while you trembled.

she yanked open the drawer and sought out a few toys; your double-ended strap-on, and a suction vibrator you had recently purchased. popping open the bottle of lube in the box, she coated both ends of the dildo, slipping one end into herself as she adjusted the straps.

“you going to be good for me?”

“yes m’am”

“good girl”

as she continued to adjust the dildo in the harness, she noticed you playing with yourself, teasing out your juices that were still dribbling out of you and spreading them around your soaking folds.

“hm, you promised you were going to be good”

“guess i changed my mind”

she glanced back into the box, seemingly spotting something else, grinning as she delved in. it was a damn pair of handcuffs.

“too bad,” she surmised, locking them around wrists loosely, but tightly enough to keep you confined. she looped them around the metal headboard, restraining you to the bed. as she did so, her breasts were within reach of your mouth, and you leaned as much as you could upward to tug them into your mouth with your lips, lightly sucking at them and marking them.

chuckling, she playfully swatted at you to stop.

you caught a glimpse of her, strapped, before she nudged your legs wider, coating the dildo with your arousal on your folds before plunging deeply into you. you rocked backwards, propelled by her thrust, and you couldn’t stop the sharp inhale that escaped your lips. the thrusts swiftly turned into an unrelenting pounding and you writhed under her, aching to touch her, and to touch yourself.

“you want to touch yourself, sweetheart?”

contorting underneath her as she held your legs down, you nodded, wriggling under the peak she was bringing you to as she kissed you while thrusting into you harder and deeper.

“you should’ve thought of that earlier”

the steadfast rhythm was enough to drive you insane, your arousal coating the dildo, surging out of you as she pounded your cunt. she whined heavily, evidently chasing her peak in tandem with you. your hands pulled against the restraints, chasing the high that was nearly on the horizon again, and then she added the suction vibrator, dialing it up to the highest level. it wrapped around your clit as she continued, and your body rolled again.

“holy fuck, rita!”

“come on, sweetheart, come for me”

her words broke the dam as you both came, with you spasming and convulsing, your pussy violently clenching down on the dildo. you thrashed against the handcuffs, your legs squeezing around rita’s hips as she softly fucked you through your orgasm, hers slowly easing as yours did. she pulled out of you slowly, your juices saturating your sheets, and she chuckled to herself as she plopped the strap on the nearby table to be cleaned later.

she rescued you from the handcuffs and pulled you into her embrace, kissing you softly on the forehead as you straddled her, your legs wrapping tightly around her.

“you’re incredible,” you panted heavily.

“ditto, angel”

both of you slipped under the sheets, interweaving your legs over the other, gazing into each others’ eyes longingly as her hand came up to your face, cupping your chin as she ran her thumb over your lip again before kissing you deeply and softly biting your upper lip.

“are you sure you’re okay?”

“it’s just been an awful day”

biting her lip, she paused as if to think of what to say next, letting her eyes run along your neck and shoulders before coming back to your eyes.

“there’s an event next week i’d love to take you to, if you’re interested, that is”

“you asking me on a date, ms. calhoun?”

“seems so,” she said with a wink.

again, hesitancy bubbled up in you. you hadn’t discussed where this was going, what she wanted, what you wanted, and unease settled in slightly. you had been so heartbroken, but you’d also been incredibly lonely. the two weren’t compatible, wanting to have someone but being too terrified of having your heart shattered again.

“i obviously don’t know what you’ve been through, and it’s on you to tell me, but i’ll let you set the pace. but it would be nice to take you to this fundraising event”

“you sure?”

“absolutely. i mean, they’re always incredibly boring and i’d rather have someone with me that’s more than just a cute face to talk to,” she paused hesitantly, adding, “if you absolutely hate it i’ll make it up to you at the end of the night, i promise.”

and with that, you leaned into it all.

the event, rita, and the possibility of something beautiful blossoming before your eyes. now, you just had to find a way to open up to her.

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Rita wouldn’t normally be caught dead at a recreational softball game midway into Spring. It’s too warm for her tastes, her pants are too expensive for these dirty bleachers, and everyone is crowded too close together. But, like a lot of things nowadays, she makes an exception for Casey. Tart lemonade explodes across her tongue as her girlfriend’s fingers shift on the shiny metal bat in hand. The only disruption to the thick air is the occasional breeze which washes over them all, kicking up the dust coating everything and giving Rita a lovely whiff of the man sitting next to her who definitely neglected to put on deodorant. Or shower. Or brush his teeth. She swallows back her manners to cover her mouth and nose until the wave of fresh air dies down.

She’ll be the first to admit that she doesn’t know anything about any sport, let alone one that doesn’t really have a professional televised league, but she knows enough to recognize that Casey is good. Everyone cheers for her, and she moves around a lot, and she hits the ball farther than most everyone.  And her team usually wins, which means Rita wins too, if she would ever phrase it so crass. Casey’s insatiable at the worst of times, let alone when she’s high on victory and adrenaline, and knows how much her girlfriend loves the sight of her in her dirty softball uniform.

The ball cracks against Casey’s bat and soars over the field, too small and fast for Rita to look at even if she wanted to. Her eyes, however, track Casey running as fast as she can manage. Sweat must be breaking out across her face, if it hadn’t already. Dripping down her cheeks, her back. But her hands have chalk on them so her grip on the bat doesn’t slip, and Casey has a habit of wiping them on her pants when they start to sweat. They’ll be warm, but dry, cupping Rita’s face afterwards.

People cheer as Casey keeps running, longer than most people, so Rita cheers too. She even stands up. Chanting her girl’s name, watching other players come back to the front of the  diamond, slam their feet against the little rubber makeshift base, and then return to the dugout with huge grins on their faces, But last of all is Casey, who manages to make the full circle and jump into her teammates’ arms, excited, happy. Free. In these moments, her smile is blinding, and she is the sun itself. And although Rita is usually not so narcissistic, she would consider herself the complimentary moon.

After that, things are pretty boring. The next batter for Casey’s team gets an out, and the other team spends the last ten minutes of the game failing to score. When their final out comes, and the game is over, there’s a wave of fresh cheering around her. People trickle from the stands, taking their time and effectively trapping Rita in place for a few minutes because she won’t put herself through the indignity of squeezing past everyone just because she’s impatient. So she stands and waits for the people in her way to clear out as Casey and her teammates get water, talk about getting drinks. From time to time, Casey goes out with them, but mostly- especially when Rita comes- they go straight home. Or just to the nearest restroom with a locking door, if they’re impatient, which Casey often is.

By the time Rita reaches her girlfriend, Casey’s duffle is already on her shoulder and she’s ready to go home. As always, she’s beautiful. Even with dust covering her clothes and face, with sweat all over her, with her lips chapped in spite of applying a thick layer of chapstick before the game and drinking plenty of water.

“Win it for me again, baby?”

“You and you only.”

Casey loops one arm around Rita’s neck to pull her in for a kiss.

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All Night Long. - Rita Calhoun/Mikayla ‘Pet’ Petrovka

Rating: 18+ Summary: Rita and Pet make love after missing each other for the last night. Soft smut.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night…” Rita’s voice is surprisingly soft, her arms looping gently around Pet’s waist, her smile soft when Pet blushes, nestling into her neck to avoid her eyes, the girl’s voice is soft, sweet and shy and so nervous that Rita can’t help loving her. “I missed you…” She hums softly, deep in her chest, pressing a gentle kiss to the girl’s hairline, smiling when Pet sighs, shifting to curl her arms around her. She knows how nervous Pet feels, but she does love her, even when she’s too shy to really ask for what she wants. “Enough to let me take you to bed?” Pet blushes and nods, letting Rita lead her through and undress her, moving to mirror Rita’s careful touches. They settle slowly, Rita brushing gentle hands over Mikayla, teasing her legs open and kissing her way lower. Pet arches when she focuses in on her clit, letting out a whine of raw lust, her breath catching at the gentle focus that Rita has, she’s been shy for a while but choosing to trust and love Rita had always been the right choice. Her release comes on her quickly, her innocence and lack of experience pushing her into a quick and sweet release, her body trembling even as Rita settled over her with a smile. “That’s my good girl.”

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Outside the Lie

A Law and Order SVU x OCs fanfiction created by @itwasrealtome

Summary: A series of assaults and murders lead Captain Benson and the Special Victims Unit to investigate one of the most dangerous Russian crime bosses in the United States. Their mere presence will only endanger Sergeant Harking, who for almost three years has lost her very own identity in order to serve and protect her country.

Playlist: [Will be available soon.]

TW: This fiction will contain sensitive topics such as the usual SVU cases, murder, abuse, violence in any form, anxiety, depression, PTSD, blood, drugs, Russian Mafia, death, weapons, and maybe smut. If you have any more in mind while reading, please let me know. You’ll find the TW at the beginning of each chapter next to the sign ⚠️, or written in red. Do not read anything that might trigger you in any way!

Chapters and more:

Prologue

American Party: As the Special Victims Unit conducts undercover surveillance of a group of suspects, one of them gets close to the captain, Olivia Benson.

Errare humanum est: Olivia manages to lure the young woman into a trap, allowing the SVU to take her to the precinct, where an endless interrogation will take place. [Coming soon]

Undercover: The interrogation ends as soon as the error is realized. The young woman is an undercover agent, whose cover has now been threatened. [Coming soon]

Déjà Vu: Elysia manages to share a few moments with her lawyer, Rita Calhoun, before being sent back to the hotel. [Coming soon]

You Bring Me Home: After only two weeks, Elysia is back in New York. At the end of the evening, she admits defeat and returns to the one place she knows is her only home. [Coming soon]

Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamurin illis: Elysia tries to acclimate back to her old life, but she gradually realizes that nothing is the same. [Coming soon]

Mind and Body: Elysia reluctantly goes to Medical Examiner Warner's laboratory in order to identify a body, once again, and ends up collapsing in the building’s bathroom stall. [Coming soon]

Ghost of You: Elysia delves into still recent memories through flashbacks to confide in the captain of the SVU. [Coming soon]

Dear Friend: Under pressure, Elysia breaks down and confides in her partner and friend, Lindsey, about the last three years of her life. [Coming soon]

Tiny Wild World: Elysia helps the special victims unit with her Russian language skills. All this to realize that the suspect, who seems to recognize her, is none other than Rita's client, with whom she had an altercation the same morning. [Coming soon]

The Art of Danger: Called in emergency on the scene of a hostage taking, Elysia does not expect to see the love of her life join the madman, while she’s strongly retained against her will by Benson. [Coming soon]

And more to come…

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