#rita calhoun drabble

[storiesofsvu]

Manhattan Mornings

Casey Novak x Rita Calhoun warnings: language, minor mentions of smut. Just a fluffy little drabble to start the day off with!

A gust of morning air blew through the open window, curtain billowing as it moved through the room causing Rita’s skin to break out in goosebumps. She shivered involuntarily, slowly rolling onto her side as she wrapped the top sheet back around her bare body. A warmth bloomed through her at the feeling of Casey’s hand now next to hers and she linked their pinkies together, letting out a happy sigh. That warmth continued as sun beams broke through the cloudy sky, bathing Rita’s bedroom with a golden glow. It was the perfect morning to sleep in with the woman she loved but the birds on the windowsill had another idea, chattering amongst themselves to the point that Rita’s busy brain refused to go back to sleep.

Her eyes cracked open, nearly wincing, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the morning light and she couldn’t hold back a small yawn. She didn’t want to move her hand from Casey’s, nor jostle the bed and end up accidentally waking her, so she stretched out her body the best she could without really moving. When she nuzzled back into her pillow her gaze landed on Casey, who was still asleep on her back, ginger hair splayed across her pillow, her face turned towards Rita. The sun cascaded across her porcelain skin, sparkling in her hair, catching the sapphire gems of her earrings and bouncing the light throughout the room. Rita couldn’t help but smile, resisting the urge to reach out and trace the outline of her features while she slept.

Casey brought a sense of calm to her life that she’d never once had before, one that made her actually slow down and smell the flowers, enjoy her surroundings and breathe in the small moments rather than racing through life. Normally once she woke up in the morning that was it, no hitting snooze, no rolling over or closing the drapes to be engulfed in darkness, it was shower, dressed and coffee time. It was the first time in years that Rita felt adequately rested. She relished the nights Casey stayed over, encouraged to bed at a reasonable time, lulled to sleep by the strum of the other woman’s heartbeat with her sturdy arm wrapped around her waist. The smell of her shampoo embedded into Rita’s pillowcases so even when she wasn’t there, the reminder still was and Rita was drawn to staying in bed longer than she normally would. It was as if Casey had brought an entire new light into her life, one she hadn’t even realized she had been missing out on until she’d become involved with the younger woman and a day wouldn’t pass that she wasn’t eternally grateful for all of it, though she was most grateful for Casey herself.

Rita caught herself falling early, Casey’s playful energy making her laugh harder than she had in years, the way the other woman wore her heart of her sleeve was so drastically different to Rita and she was amazed by it with each day that went passed. Casey was strong, brave, incredibly empathetic and had the perfect amount of stubbornness, knowing exactly when to stand up for herself or her people and Rita admired that beyond all belief. Then there were the sly smiles, the lingering glances with a sparkle in her eye that made Rita’s heart race, the husk of her voice or the way her lower lip would pout just the slightest and she had Rita completely wrapped around her finger. She was down bad from the start and now she was totally in love and wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

“You’re staring again…” Casey’s voice, thick with sleep, broke through Rita’s stream of memories and the older woman chuckled softly, her hand finally reaching out to smooth back a few pieces of her hair.

“You’re breathtaking… I could stare at you forever.”

“Creep.” Casey teased, her eyes finally fluttering open as she smiled across at Rita. She found their pinkies still linked together and brought Rita’s hand up to her lips, leaving a tender kiss on the back of it that made the brunette’s heart swell. “How long have you been awake?” She asked, rolling onto her side as she adjusted the blanket, shifting closer to her girlfriend.

“Not long.” Rita replied with a small yawn, stretching out the remainder of her body.

“And you figured you’d just watch me sleep?” She raised an eyebrow with a playful grin and Rita scoffed.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” Her hand caressed her cheek gently before she pressed a kiss to her lips, “you looked so peaceful.”

“Mmm.” Casey nuzzled her nose against her girlfriend’s, “I do always sleep better when I’m here.”

“Could be the thread count.” Rita teased, earning a playful scoff.

“Nope.” She smiled, gazing across at her, “sleep pretty good when you’re at my place too.” She yawned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, “though… your bed is far comfier than mine.”

“I think it has much more to do with the company than the environment.” Rita offered up, her thumb soothing across Casey’s cheek, who smiled in return, turning her face to press a kiss to the other woman’s palm.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She smiled, “I adore waking up with you.”

“You’re such a sap.” Casey teased, kissing the tip of her nose, “no one would ever believe me if I told them.”

“Well that might just be because I’m not totally head over heels in love with anyone but you.” Rita’s fingers tickled down her cheek, pulling her to her for another kiss, lips brushed against each other as they curved up into grins.

“I love you too.” The redhead murmured back, unable to contain the smile on her face or the love in her eyes, “waking up with you is extremely easier.” She watched for a moment as Rita’s smile reached her eyes, then she suddenly ducked her gaze before looking back up at her with a near hesitant look on her face, “what?”

“Move in with me?” The older woman asked quietly and the hand Casey had twirling in her hair stalled slightly before her fingers trailed down Rita’s cheek, tilting her chin up to catch her gaze.

“Really?”

“Yes.” She half laughed, “I love it when you’re here so much that I’ve come to hate it when you’re not.”

“But you live for your alone time.”

“I know.” Rita sighed happily, “but I’d rather have you. You’re this burst of energy, sunshine and love that I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for and I don’t want to waste another minute by myself.”

Casey’s hands came up to cup her cheeks, a bright smile on her own as she leant in to kiss her, “you sure you’re ready to share your home office?” She half teased and Rita huffed.

“We can talk about shared custody.”

“Sounds like a deal to me.” Grinning, she stole another kiss, one that Rita pulled back from after only a minute.

“Really?”

“Of course!” A bright smile overtook the redhead’s face as she cupped her face, “any day I spend with you is far superior to one that I don’t, so why wouldn’t I want to get to wake up with you every morning and go to bed with you every night?” She laughed softly as Rita peppered her face with kisses, “besides, think about what you’ll save on take out bills. Wait.. your stove does actually work, right?”

Rita scoffed, swatting at Casey’s chest as she shot a glare in her direction before both of them burst into a fit of giggles, interrupted by kisses, each one a little bit longer than the last.

“I love you.” Rita murmured, her breath catching in her throat as Casey suddenly rolled her onto her back, straddling her hips.

“I love you too.” She replied, a wicked grin on her face as her eyes darkened, “and now I’m gonna show you what you have to look forward to every Sunday morning from now on.”

Rita’s head fell back into the plush pillows as Casey’s lips began leaving a trail down her neck, her hands ghosting over her body and a sheer sense of happiness and love washed around both of them. There was no doubt that this was exactly where they wanted and needed to be, and that yes, this certainly was the perfect way to spend a Sunday morning with the person they loved the most.

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[homerjacksons]

Sorry!! I didn’t know that you didn’t write smut! Then...hot cocoa Rita/Sonny fluff?

Sonny couldn’t remember the last time he’d been allowed to sleep in. Even on his days off, there was always a need to get up early and set out to do all the things he hadn’t had time to do while at work. But finally, his brain seemed to have taken the hint that they were properly on holiday now. Two complete weeks of uninterrupted peace, just him and the woman he loves in a cabin in the woods, removed from everyone and everything else.

Bliss.

The bed dipped beside him and he groaned as he stretched, smile working its way onto his face as he blinked the sleep from his eyes and turned to face Rita.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she said softly, smoothing his unruly hair back from his forehead.

Sonny grunted in response, allowing his eyes to flutter closed again as he leaned into the touch. “Holidays,” he mumbled.

Rita laughed in response. “I made you hot cocoa. You don’t even have to leave the bed.”

Sonny grinned and pushed himself up so he was sitting beside her, resting against the cushioned headboard, and she handed him one of the mugs sitting on the nightstand, just short of too-hot to the touch. There were two marshmallows sitting in the top, steadily melting into the liquid, and he sighed contentedly before taking a sip.

“Don’t tell my ma, but you make the best cocoa.”

“I know,” she said with a laugh, settling against his side with her own mug.

He wrapped his arm around her, heart fluttering as she rested her head against his shoulder. After all this time, she still made him feel like it was the first time every time she was soft with him, and he never grew tired of it.

“I love you, you know.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before resting his cheek there, breathing her in.

“I know,” she shot back, and he could picture the teasing glint in her eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “I love you, too.”

[sofuckingchuffed]

61. “I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.” - Carhoun

“Please, you’re like a lost puppy the way you follow me around. I don’t need you, nor do I want you.”

Rita knew she’d said the wrong thing even as the words were leaving her mouth, before Sonny’s face twisted in pain as he tried to push down the emotion that was likely bubbling inside of him.

“You don’t mean that.” His voice was soft. Unbearably soft. There was a tenderness there that she knew she didn’t deserve, and it made her feel sick.

In lieu of a response, and in an attempt to calm her erratic heart, she turned away from him, downing the contents of her wine glass before pulling her robe around her a little tighter, as though it would help protect her further.

Sonny followed her to the kitchen, watched her pour the remainder of the bottle into her glass, and the longer he stayed the harder it became to not fall back into his arms.

But it had gone on for too long. She knew that, and it was about time he did too. It would hurt for now, but it was better in the long run. For the both of them.

“Rita, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Rita snorted, moving around Sonny to take her place in her beloved armchair once more. She longed to fold herself into it, knees to her chest, but instead she sat straight and tall and proud, legs crossed over, allowing a look of boredom to cross her face.

“We had fun,” she said with a lazy shrug, reaching for the book she had been reading the previous night. “And now I’ve grown bored of you.”

She could feel Sonny’s eyes on her as she stared at the book in her hands, brain not comprehending the words in front of her. Her heart was screaming at her to stop, to apologize, to tell him she was wrong, that she knew she was wrong, that she would likely always choose distance and cruelty over accepting love that she knew she didn’t deserve, but that it didn’t mean she loved him any less.

But she said none of that.

Instead, she glanced up from her book with a sigh, ignoring the way her chest tightened at the wetness in Sonny’s eyes, his hands balled into fists inside his pockets as he stared at her, heartbreak and disbelief evident.

“I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine,” he spat with a bitterness that almost made her flinch.

Almost.

As the slam of her apartment door rang through the silent space around her, Rita sank back into her armchair, pulling her knees to her chest as she clutched her wine glass tight in her hands.

It was for the best.

[roseinutopia]

This was inspired a little by @motherbearof03‘s Barson Fic Love’s Boundary, go check it out :)

[alexusonfire]

hey, i don't know if you're only taking one but here i go, how about "straddling your partner's thighs" and "saying 'i love you' in-between kisses" with rita or elizabeth, whichever you prefer... thanks :) <33

I've had a rough week so this is just a nice little comfort drabble. I also decided on Keane because well... Keane 🖤 Thanks for the request love!

You sighed as you entered the quaint house, shoulders sagging to the ground with the weight of the day. You kicked off your shoes haphazardly and slumped to the bedroom, more than pleased to find Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed applying the last of her moisturizer to her arms.

"Hello darling... how was your day today?"

You merely shrugged, slipping out of your work clothes, feeling heavier and heavier by the second. A small hum sounded from behind you, then Elizabeth's voice, soft and welcoming;

"Come here, my love."

You turned to find her arms outstretched, beckining you closer. Slowly climbing into her lap, you felt your heart lighten as she kissed your temple, then your shoulder, gently running her hand up and down your back.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really... can we just... stay like this for a bit?"

Elizabeth nodded and kissed your shoulder again, her gentle ministrations lulling you into a deep calm. You felt the stresses of the day melt away with every inhale of her perfume, every nuzzle of her nose against your neck. She had a way of soothing you no one else ever had before.

"Elizabeth?"

"Mm?"

"I love you."

She chuckled, and leaned back to place a tender kiss on your lips.

"I love you too, dear one."

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Physical Intimacy Prompts

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[melk917]

Melk's 250 Follower Celebration!

Ah! I’ve hit my first fairly-major follower milestone! As such, I wanted to celebrate with a bingo idea that has been on my mind for ages: What’s Your Fantasy.

I love writing smut and so it only seems appropriate to celebrate with a bingo card full of possibilities. 😈

Each bingo square will be a line from this classic piece of work by the sage poet, Ludacris. If you don’t know the song, go take a listen. For your own education and sheer enjoyment.

Rules are laid out in detail below the cut along with the card but the overview:

I will be accepting requests from today until 1/18 for 250-500 word fills. Feel free to send in a request for Rafael Barba, Nevada Ramirez, Jackson Neill, or Paul Mendelson + a square. Each square will get filled only once. I will be posting the fills as my schedule allows starting Feb 1. If you're writing/producing your own content, there's a lot more you can write for, but I will only be doing these four boys.

This is a bingo! So I’d love for other people to do their own fills as well. See below for more details + the card.

Even if you’re not participating, please share! I’d love to see how wide-reaching this can go and what creative things people can do. This is about community, and I want to celebrate that.

NOTE: Nothing about this song or the card itself is SFW so participation is restricted to 18+ ONLY. This is a hard and fast rule. If I discover anyone requesting is under 18, you will be blocked. If you are under 18 and participating, you will be blocked & your media removed from the bingo.

Rules:

For writing/creating your own work: Pick a single square, a row, four corners, fill the whole card. Up to you. No pressure - this is supposed to be fun!

For requests: send a square + one of the 4 boys marked with MK below.

How to use the squares? You can take them as literally as you want. They’re intended as inspiration, so feel free to use it to just set the tone, or feel free to incorporate the lyric literally. Let the muse lead you how it will. (And even though the bingo card itself is explicit, the fic can be anything from G to E. However you want it, as Luda would say.)

Types of media: you can do mood/storyboards, artwork, long fics, one shots, drabbles, HC... whatever your fancy. Want to do all fics? Great! Want to mix and match? Ok! All moodboards? No problem!

If your story is more than 500 words, you must use a “keep reading”. Anything explicit must also be below a cut.

One square per fic (note: multi-chapters can use more than one square, but it must be one per chapter).

Characters allowed (**can be reader insert or OC or fandom pairing. I will only write reader inserts**):

Rafael Barba (Can request from MK)

Jackson Neill (Can request from MK)

Nevada Ramirez (Can request from MK)

Paul Mendelson (Can request from MK)

Frederick Chilton

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Sonny Carisi

Nick Amaro

Mike Dodds

Rita Calhoun

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Want to write for someone else? Feel free to shoot me a message for requests. No promises, but open to requests.

No RPF/real-person fanfiction. No underage character (incl. reader/OC). No non-con. If you have any questions about something, feel free to shoot me a message. I also reserve the right to refuse any requests or add additional restrictions on a case-by-case basis, should there be an issue that arises.

Posting will be between 2/1 & 2/28 (this goes for both requests I fill and anything you wish to post)

Please tag me in your entries! I want to see the madness you create. Please also use the following hashtag: #melk917fantasybingo.

Any questions let me know. AGAIN HAVE FUN. Bingo card is below

You do not have to participate but a signal boost is always nice!

[altsvu]

Law and Order SVU Masterlist

(will be updated regularly!)

✨- denotes smut

total completed works: 26

Series:

✰ fitting in (sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ three way phone - part 1 | part 2✨- coming soon! (sonny carisi x peter stone x detective!fem!reader)

Oneshots:

✰ unusual reunion (candy hearts bingo - sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ sneaky on the 8th floor (love you, love you not bingo - sonny carisi x female reader) ✨

✰ returning the favor (love you, love you not bingo - peter stone x female reader) ✨

✰ pre-motion shenanigans (love you, love you not bingo - sonny carisi x female reader) ✨

✰ new beginnings (request - peter stone x female reader)

✰ wet dream (request - sonny carisi x ada!female!reader) ✨

✰ strapped up - coming soon! (casey novak x black!detective!fem!reader) ✨

✰ more than just my intern (sonny carisi x fem!reader)

✰ wanted him back (request - nick amaro x fem!reader)

✰ long lost (peter stone x black!fem!reader) ✨

✰ you saved me - coming soon! (request - amanda rollins x black!teen!reader)

✰ fainting spells - coming soon! (request - sonny carisi x black!fem!detective!reader)

✰ massage envy - coming soon! (sonny carisi x black!fem!reader) ✨

✰ top secret - (peter stone x fem!reader)

Drabbles:

✰ surprise, let’s be valentines (love you, love you not bingo - rafael barba x gender neutral reader)

✰ fantasies (rafael barba x female reader) ✨

✰ truth or dare (100 celebration - sonny carisi x gender neutral reader)

✰ we’re not dating! (100 celebration - sonny carisi x female reader)

✰ dress shopping (100 celebration - nick amaro x female reader)

✰ tattoo ridden (200 celebration - rafael barba x fem!reader) ✨

✰ secretly in love (request - rita calhoun x gn!reader)

✰ talk through it (request - sonny carisi x fem!reader) ✨

✰ too fast… or not fast enough (request - sonny carisi x fem!reader) ✨

✰ mea culpa - (peter stone x fem!detective!reader)

Headcannons:

✰ one true love (request - rafael barba x gn!reader)

✰ gala ready (wsvu week - cabenson)

Other:

✰ a little excerpt (sonny carisi x oc)

✰ 5 minute drabble (rafael barba x gn!reader)

[thatesqcrush]

Sexy & Smutty Summertime Bingo

I am hosting kinktober in July. There's Christmas in July, so why not? Like all others, there will be a prize to someone who participates! Note: I may still host kink bingo in the fall... depending on how things go and if so, I will likely have a co-host (psst @storiesofsvu).

Still have your attention?! Wonderful, lets move along… bingo card & rules under the cut!

PRIZE: A custom fic of your choosing!

Rules:

1. Start date: 7/1/21. End date: 8/31/21. No posting before 7/1 please!

2. Pick a square! Pick a row! Fill the whole card. Up to you. No pressure - this is supposed to be fun!

3. All works of art welcome. One shots, drabbles, moodboards, whatever your fancy. If your story is more than 500 words, you must use a keep reading. One square per fic (note: multi-chapters can use more than one square, but it must be one per chapter). Fics can be smutty; angsty/whump; fluff; whatever your heart desires. Just put appropriate warnings (i.e.: dubcon).

4. FREE SQUARE: You can do whatever you wish.

5. You must  tag me in your story. Also you must send me a DM with the links to your stories. You must also use the hashtag: #thatesqcrushsummerbingo

6. Characters allowed (**can be reader insert or OC)**

SVU:

Rafael Barba

Jackson Neill

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Elliot Stabler

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Kim Greylek

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

Other REE characters:

Nevada Ramirez

Frederick Chilton

Jonas Nightingale

Kevin Mulrooney

Dennis DiPalma

Bryan Kneef

NOTE: If someone isn’t listed and you want to write them, just DM me.

7. No RPF/real-person fanfiction. No underage character (incl. reader/OC). NO DARK FICS.

8. Effective 7/13/21: sex pollen is off the card for various reasons. Any fics written after today with sex pollen will no longer count. The card has been replaced with another. This isn’t up for debate.

9. You do not have to participate but a signal boost is always nice!

10. As always, have fun! If you have questions/concerns, feel free to message me.

[storiesofsvu]

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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[madpanda75]

“Barba Family Firsts: Part of Hostage Series”

Another drabble about the Barba Family, Rafael x Reader x Mila. I love writing about this family and I am such a sucker for Daddy!Barba. 😍 Warning, this is ALL fluff and pure sweetness! 😭😂

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Rafael typed furiously on his laptop, his tongue poked out in concentration, today was a rare day where he didn’t have to appear in court. No hearings or arraignments to tend to, which meant Rafael could spend all day catching up on paperwork and research for his cases. Hearing the door open, he sighed in frustration, not even looking up from his work to acknowledge who was there. “Carmen, please. I said no interruptions today.” A baby giggled and squealed in response causing Rafael to look up from his work to find you and Mila standing in his office.

Rafael smiled and walked over to you both, “Cariño, what are you guys doing here?” You gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, “Can’t a girl and her baby visit her sexy Cuban ADA husband?” Rafael pulled you in for another deep kiss. “Of course mi amor,” he purred against your lips before pulling away.

Raising his eyebrow, Rafael gifted you a skeptical look. “But there’s something else isn’t there. Also why is Mila here? Shouldn’t she be with Mami?” Mila cooed and reached out for Rafael’s tie.

“I’m glad you asked that, Rafi.” You replied. “Your mom called. She is really sick with the flu and can’t watch Mila today. I would stay home with her, but Sonny and I have a stakeout on our serial R-A-P-I-S-T. It’s going to take all day.”

Rafael sighed, “Y/N, why are you spelling out the word “rapist.” She’s 10 months old, I don’t think she understands what the word means yet.”

You scoffed, “We’re always talking about our cases and babies are like sponges, they absorb everything. I just don’t want her first word to be “rapist” or “pedophile” or “bodily fluids.” Mila had been babbling quite a bit, but not yet speaking a coherent word. You had been telling your husband for weeks that she was on the brink of saying her first word, you could feel it.

“Well just as long as her first word isn’t “objection” or “perjury,” Rafael chuckled. “So, who’s going to watch Mila?”

You smiled at your husband, “That’s a great question, babe.” As if on cue, Carmen entered the office. “ Excuse me, Mrs. Barba. Where would you like Mila’s pack in play?”

“If you can put it in the corner next to the table? Thanks Carmen.” You waved at her before turning back to Rafael.

Rafael’s eyes widened, “Me?! Y/N, I can’t.”

“You have to Rafi. There is no one else who can take care of her today. Lucy has a class, my parents are on a cruise, I even tried Mrs. Carisi and Bella. It has to be you. Besides I know you don’t have any court dates today….Carmen told me and she said she’d help you with Mila.” Rafael eyed Carmen while she sheepishly left the office. You and Carmen had become very close over the years, so he wasn’t too surprised you enlisted her help.

Rafael sighed and shook his head, “This is why we need a nanny.” You rolled your eyes in response, “Do you want to have that conversation with your mother?”  

When Mila was born, you both had tried to look for a nanny, but Rafael’s mother insisted..well more like persisted that she would take care of the baby. Lucia was newly retired and wanted to spend that time taking care of her grandbaby. Her arguments and persistence could rival Rafael’s in the courtroom, and you two conceded to her request.

“Enough said. Hand over mi princesa.” You gave Mila to Rafael, he instantly brightened up with his daughter in his arms. Mila giggled and pressed her lips to Rafael’s cheek, gifting him a sloppy drooling kiss.

He laughed in response and pulled you into an embrace with his free arm, kissing you deeply. Pulling away, he ran a hand through your hair, gazing down at you. “Be safe, remember your promise.” Whenever you were sent out into the field, your husband would remind you of the promise you made when you were lying in the hospital bed after the hostage incident, that you would never leave him.

“Always, Rafi.” You kissed him again before kissing your daughter and running a hand through her soft curls. “Be good for Papi.” Mila smiled showing off her two new baby teeth.

You handed your husband the diaper bag, “She has diapers, wipes, an extra change of clothes, her toys, some baby food, baby medicine, a list of emergency phone numbers, extra blankets. Remember to do tummy time with her and if she gets fussy–,” before you could finish your litany, Rafael interrupted you. “Y/N, I got it. I think we’re good.”

He winked at you and playfully spanked your bottom, “Go get em’ tiger.” You giggled and nodded, moving towards the door before turning around, “Oh I almost forgot. I put extra breast milk in the breakroom fridge. Its labeled, “Barba’s Breast Milk,” so there shouldn’t be any confusion.”

“YOU DID WHAT!? Y/N!!!” Rafael exclaimed.

“Just kidding. Have fun you two!” You replied in a sing song voice.

Rafael sighed and looked down at Mila, “Your mami is going to be the death of me.”

The morning went by fairly smoothly, albeit with several interruptions. Word had gotten out that the beloved Barba baby was in the office and several ADAs and judges stopped by to “ooo”and “ahhh” over Mila. Although he was slightly annoyed with the disruptions, Rafael beamed with pride showing off his little girl. He even took a picture of Mila and Judge Barth. Texting you the pic with the caption, “Think our princesa is a little judge in the making.” Rafael got a bit of a break and was able to get some work done when Carmen took Mila around the building to show her off to the other secretaries .

After feeding Mila, Rafael balanced her on his knee, typing one handed and occasionally taking a bite of his sandwich. He was beginning to understand why you were always talking about mastering the art of multitasking as a mom. Mila sat contentedly on her father’s lap, sucking on his tie, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Rita Calhoun entered his office, with the chaos of the day, Rafael had forgotten she was stopping by to discuss a recent case.

“Rita, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Rafael said.

Mila looked up at the new face in front of her with expressive green eyes, her mouth still wrapped around the end of Rafael’s tie. Rita took one look at the baby unamused before acknowledging the ADA. “Barba, you have a baby on your tie.”

Rafael looked down at his tie now wet with drool, silently thanking God that he had extra ties in his office. “It’s just Mila’s cutting another tooth and she doesn’t like the teething rings. My tie is the only thing that seems to help.” He stopped and looked up at the defense attorney realizing she couldn’t give a rat’s ass about his teething daughter.

“Hmmm…. well don’t think that bringing your baby to work is going to persuade me to take pity on you with this case.” Rita replied as she placed several files on his desk.

Rafael rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t dream of it, Calhoun. Plus I don’t need your pity, your client is guilty and you know it otherwise you wouldn’t be burying me with motion papers.”  

“Save it for the courtroom Mr. Barba. Now are we going to discuss these motions or are we playing peekaboo at the daycare.” Rita sat down in front of his desk, ready to review her motions until a pungent smell hit her nose. The smell hit Rafael too, he knew Mila needed to be changed. Just as he was about to call Carmen in to help, Rita stood up right away.

“On second thought, let’s continue this later, once, you’ve febreezed your office. I need to get out of this gas chamber.” Rita hurriedly exited the office.

Rafael laughed and reached for the diaper bag, “Well there’s one way to get rid of Rita Calhoun. I owe you one mija.” Mila just babbled and clapped her hands.

By late afternoon Mila was crying and fussy, Rafael mentally kicked himself for forgetting her naptime. Not wanting to be in her pack and play, he set her down on a blanket on the floor along with her toys. This seemed to appease the baby and pretty soon she fell asleep.

An hour into Mila’s nap, Rafael received a call from Jack McCoy. He paced the floor, talking on his cell. “Yes sir. I agree, we should have a press conference regarding this case.” Rafael glanced down to see Mila had awoken. Sitting on the blanket, she looked up at him and waved. He smiled and waved back to his daughter before walking over to the table to grab a file.

“Yes, I am looking at the file right now. I could drop it off for you.” Suddenly Rafael felt a tug on his pant leg, looking down he saw his daughter standing and clinging to his leg for support. He glanced down at the baby before going back to his phone call, “In a second princesa, Papi’s on the phone.”

Rafael froze and looked to where Mila was standing now before glancing over to the spot she had currently occupied about a foot away from where he was. The realization that his daughter had just taken her first steps finally beginning to sink in.

Jack McCoy was talking mid-sentence when he heard Rafael scream. “OH MY GOD! Mila you walked!!!!!!” Without even thinking, he hung up on the DA, his cell phone falling to the ground as he scooped up the baby. “Mi muñequita! You took your first steps!” Rafael kissed Mila’s cheeks until she giggled and tried to squirm away.

He was so enraptured with his child that he didn’t even hear Carmen come in. “Mr. Barba?” Carmen called.

Rafael ran up to his secretary, she had never seen him this excited. “Carmen! Mila just took her first steps! In my office! Can you believe it?!”

Carmen smiled, “That’s wonderful, Mr. Barba, but you just hung up on Mr. McCoy. He’s holding on line one right now.”

Rafael stopped in his tracks realizing what he had done. “Oh my God! Here Carmen hold Mila while I take the call.” He handed Carmen the baby, “Mila, you walked?! You’re getting to be such a big girl.” She said as she carried the baby out of Rafael’s office.

Rafael sat at his desk and took a deep breath before answering his phone. He apologized profusely to the DA and explained what had happened and why he suddenly hung up. Jack got a good laugh and said there was nothing to be sorry for, like everyone else at One Hogan Place, Jack McCoy adored Mila Barba.

“Thanks Sonny! I’ll see you tomorrow.” You waved goodbye to your partner before heading into your apartment building. The stakeout was a bust, your perp never even showed up to the location and you ended the day with nothing to show but a coffee stain on your shirt from when Sonny spilled his cappuccino on you. All you wanted to do now was be at home with your husband and daughter.

You sighed in relief before opening the door of your apartment, you peeled off your jacket and toed off your shoes, leaving them in the foyer. “Hello? Mami’s home!” Walking into the living room, you saw Rafael holding Mila, two pairs of green eyes and two smiles greeting you. “Hi cariño. Don’t move! We have a surprise for you.”

You eyed your husband and daughter suspiciously, “Ok….Rafi what’s up?”

“Just wait and see Y/N.” Rafael set Mila down on the floor. “Ok princesa, let’s show Mami what you did today.”

Mila smiled and took several wobbly steps towards you before plopping down on her bottom, she laughed and reached out for you with her chubby arms. Your heart just about burst out of its chest, your precious little baby was walking. You picked up your daughter and held her close, feeling tears form in your eyes. “Mila! You walked! I’m so proud of you mi amor!”

“She started walking in my office. I was so excited I hung up on Jack McCoy.” Rafael said while you cradled your baby.

You couldn’t believe your daughter was walking now, pretty soon she would be a year old. It’s as if you blinked and your baby was growing up. The tears began to fall as you realized how quickly time was passing, in just a few short years Mila would be going to school.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Rafael asked upon hearing you sniffle back tears.

“She’s growing up so fast, Raf. It seems like only yesterday she was a newborn and now she’s walking…..and I missed it!” You wailed, your tears now turning into sobs.

Rafael chuckled and went to comfort you. “Please don’t cry, Mami. You didn’t miss it.”

“Did you get it on video?” You asked hopefully.

Rafael looked down, he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he actually didn’t witness Mila’s first steps since he was preoccupied with his phone call. “Well…. no, but—,” you cut Rafael off as you began to sob. Mila looked up at you and began to cry as well, sensing her Mami was upset so she should be too.

“Oh no not you too, princesa.” Rafael sighed. “This is a good thing Y/N. We want Mila to get bigger and stronger. Trust me you’ll see Mila walk all over the place. I have a feeling we have a runner on our hands.” He said wrapping you both up in his arms, trying to soothe his girls.

After a few moments, you both finally calmed down. You looked down at Mila, her little face all red from crying, crocodile tears still on her cheeks. “I’m sorry I made you so upset muñequita.” Wiping the tears from her cheeks, you kissed her forehead and snuggled close to her. “My sweet little baby.”

Mila pulled away and looked up at you. “Mama,” she said before giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You looked at Rafael, his shocked expression mirroring yours. “Mila, what did you say?” He asked staring at his daughter.  Mila giggled, “Mama!”

“Oh my God! Her first word!” You exclaimed. Rafael laughed and kissed Mila then you, “See Y/N, you didn’t miss all of her firsts!”

Looking between Rafael and Mila, your little baby really was growing up so fast, already walking and talking. Your bottom lip quivered, unable to stop the tears from falling down your face again.

“Well mi amor, look on the bright side…at least her first word wasn’t rapist.” You laughed into a sob at your husband’s futile attempt at a joke. Rafael playfully rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead. Running his hand through your hair, he looked down at his wife and daughter, so grateful for his little family.

[sofuckingchuffed]

Florist AU + Awful first meeting + Langhoun

So, this was only ever gonna be the first part, but then the seauel came to mind so I guess you get bonus content.

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Trevor groaned as the bell above the shop door tinkled, echoing around his head, rattling his skull. He felt a surge of nausea just at the simple sound and had to steele himself against his hangover before turning, planting his best fake smile on.

He needn’t have bothered. It was a boy who entered, maybe a few years younger than Trevor, probably a freshman, scowl on his face as the girl beside him nudged him.

“Well, flowers are a food start. What kind does he like?” The girl prodded, leaning into his space.

“Rita,” the boy shouted, and the sound if it made Trevor’s head pound, so much that he winced. “Can you leave me alone for all of five seconds?”

Whatever camaraderie was between them suddenly vanished as Rita’s smile disappeared with it, scowl taking its place. “Fine,” she huffed, and Trevor expected her to leave, but instead she stalked up to the counter, arms still folded across her chest.

“Sorry,” she stage whispered, and Trevor had to force himself to smile. Her perfume was strong and he wasn’t sure his hangover could handle whatever show she was about to put on. “My asshole friend here has no idea how to treat people, and as a result has alienated himself from society. I fear he’ll never connect to a human being in his whole life. It’s really quite sad.”

The boy flipped them both off before disappearing to the back of the shop, muttering a string of curses as he scuffed his shoe along the polished cement floor, the squeak of rubber ringing out around the shop as he disappeared behind the rows of flowers. This time, Trevor couldn’t hide his wince, and he chose to sit down.

“I’ve seen you around,” Rita mused, straightening up as she flicked her hair back. Her hair seemed to catch the light as she did so, and Trevor’s mouth went dry. “You go to Harvard?”

“Yeah,” Trevor muttered, unexpected heat rising to his cheeks. “Law.”

“Me too,” she grinned, leaning in, and Trevor couldn’t help but notice the way her cleavage peeked over the top of her shirt. “What’s your name?”

“Trevor,” he supplied dumbly. “Er, Trevor Langan.”

“Langan?” Rita raised an eyebrow, letting out a low whistle. “I’m Rita.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but there was a loud crash at the back of the store, and with it came a fresh wave of nausea, and he barely managed to turn around before emptying the contents of his stomach into a pot. He could hear snickering from behind him, and he wanted to turn around, give her a piece of his mind, possibly regain some dignity, but his stomach had other ideas, leaving him dry heaving, body quivering, cursing his choice to drink so much the night before.

“Rafael!” Rita exclaimed, sounding exasperated.

“C’mon,” the boy—Rafael—said, disdain clear in his voice, and Trevor could just picture him wrinkling his nose. “There’s nothing Jerry would like here.”

“See you around, Langan,” Rita said quietly.

He listened to their footsteps retreat, waited for the head-splitting tinkle of the bell, before he dared to turn around, face hot with embarrassment. Rita was beautiful, ridiculously so, and he’d just gone and made a fool of himself in front of her.

He groaned, sitting himself back down on his stool, resting his head in his hands. It was going to be a long day.

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Trevor sighed as he finally managed to separate himself from the rowdy group behind him. He’d just won his first high profile case, and while it was an accomplishment he was proud of, the celebratory antics weren’t so much his thing.

He’d just signalled the bartender when someone sidled up beside him, the musky scent of perfume hitting his nose.

“I hear congratulations are in order, Mr Langan.” The voice was familiar, eerily so, and he felt his face grow hot before he had even confirmed.

“Rita,” he breathed out, and she smirked in response, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

“I’m surprised you remember, considering you dodged me every time you saw me after we met.” Her eyes twinkled in a way that told him she remembered every detail, and he groaned, causing her to laugh. “Let me buy you a drink.”

Trevor glanced back at the group of partners and associates behind him, laughing, joking, drinking in excess, before letting his eyes settle back on the woman beside him, calm as she leaned against the bar, cool and collected and more put together than Trevor could ever hope of appearing.

“Let me. I owe you, after what you had to witness that day.”

She snorted in response, depositing her empty glass on the bar top. “Trust me, I would have been better off dealing with you than Rafael. In fact…” she trailed off, gesturing behind her to a booth in the corner.

Rafael sat there, barely looking a day older than he had thay day in the shop, lopsided smile on his face, a sign of too much alcohol, for sure, as he leaned in, hand brushing the arm of the man sitting across from him. When he turned back to Rita, she rolled her eyes, and he laughed.

“It’s not funny,” she insisted, but she was grinning as she said it. “He always does this, always finds some boy to chat up when we’re supposed to be drinking together.”

“Still friends, then?”

Rita gave him an unimpressed look. “I doubt I’ll ever be rid of him. We’re a package deal, even when we’re not speaking to each other.” A soft look flitted across her face as she turned back to the bar. “Rafael Barba and Rita Calhoun against the world. Or something like that.”

Trevor smiled. He understood the sentiment, understood the desire. He and Paul Henshall were like that, too, with plans for their own firm and a bright future, seeking justice for people, defending those who need it. He still held onto that dream, even now.

“Are you buying me a drink?” Rita prompted. “Or do I have to buy it myself.”

“You actually want a drink with me?” Trevor asked, awkward laugh slipping past his lips as he ducked his head.

“Yes,” she said quietly, resting a hand on his arm. “And more, if you‘re up for it.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and a flicker of doubt clouded her expression. She turned her body away from him, his arm suddenly feeling cold without her touch, and flagged the bartender down.

“Start with a drink,” he said quietly, leaning in so she’d be able to hear him properly. “See where it goes first.”

She turned towards him, smirking once more, all confidence back in place as she raised her drink to her lips. “I doubt you’ll be able to resist me.”

Trevor watched as she sashayed away, mouth going dry, before he scrambled to catch up with her, unable to believe his luck.

[roseinutopia]

Entry for @thebarsondaily‘s Weekly Drabble Prompt - escape

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Could you do a Rita Calhoun and Barba fic ?

Dearest Anon,

Since there were really no specifics with this request other than the pairing, this actually came out as more of a drabble. I may expand on it at a later date, but for now this is what I came up with. I know it’s not very long, but I hope you enjoy it :) Thank you so much for the request!!

Sinceriously,

Hero

It had only happened once, for a split second in a lifetime of seconds. But he had noticed it, often thought about it and he often wondered if she ever thought of it as well. It was simple, pure, an accidental brushing of hands in a crowded elevator on their first day in the private sector. Freshly graduated from Harvard law, the two of them had often found themselves butting heads in the mock courtroom of their classes. Now it seemed they were on the same team, defending CEO executives and networks to earn their living.

Up until that moment, that graze of fingers and knuckles, they had borderline hated each other. For him it was the unfamiliar way Rita challenged him with such confidence in her eyes, such resolve in her timber, and that smirk of triumph that was normally given by him to opponents. It unnerved him, always had. It had made him hungrier, more ruthless in seeking a win for his argument, and not just against her, against others as well.

But there, in that elevator, as they made their way up to the second floor with all the other interns, something changed for him. Something sparked. Something stirred, and he found himself looking at her to see if she’d felt it too.

He’d seen her inhale deeply through her nose and could tell when she tried so terribly not to meet his gaze, and he smirked, resolving to bring it up during lunch. Unfortunately, that chance never came; it seemed the internship left them with ordering their lunches in and working while they filled their bellies.

By the time they’d gotten a moment without making copies of dissertations and bringing this or that, she’d been cozying up to Trevor Langan. Trevor, the six foot four, pretty, charming boy-wonder of the office, and deep down he felt there was no way he could ever measure up. It was Yelina and Alex all over again. Only this time, he would not put himself in a position to be made a fool of again.

It had only been a moment, and while enough of a moment to leave him with the burning memory of his skin touching his, not enough of one to make him want to risk putting forth his scarred heart once more. Still, he often thought about it. Even when she announced her engagement, he’d thought about it. About what might’ve been or could’ve been. Of what he sometimes wished had been.

But it had only happened once, in a crowded elevator where the simple brush of their hands had made them feel like the only two people in the world, if only for a moment.

[storiesofsvu]

WIP Ask Game

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thanks for the tag @thenightmaredrowns here we go...at least all my wips are in a singular folder this time LOL

Amanda Preg fluff

Amanda-love of life move on w someone else

Borin fluff drabble

Bryan teasing wip

Carisi-kid angst

Casey- hurt comfort

Club sandwich WIP

CM ladies-bi h/c

Derek Morgan soft smut squirting WIP

DiNozzo comfort smut

Dom Drop WIP (blake?)

Dom!casey baseball smut

Emily h/c wip

Emily secret marriage

Emily smut

Holiday cards-heather

Olivia- fwb- angst

Poly!Barhoun at a sex club

Poly! Barhoun pegging

Public Emily smut

Rita 2nd chair smut

Sledding-Grace-Bingo

Sonny sexy fluffy wip-oral Bingo

Sonya masturbation-bingo

Sub!Rita wip

Super fluffy first kiss w Addison wip

Tara fluff home for holidays

Tara smut wip

Velasco- cabin for Bingo

Now.. that's just the one shots. LOL. here's the series

Alex Blake (redacted) outline-post ethan h/major comfort

Barba & the cam girl

Barth post divorce x rita's paralegal

Heather x yn w a super toxic ex

Heather & the stripper

Heather's plaything-> poly/open marriage

Hotch x the babysitter

Mob Boss!Rita Calhoun AU

Poly!Heather x Jackie x reader political thriller

Amelia Shepherd x derek's ex series

Rita Secret kid potential?

Side of Softness

Svu Criminal Minds crossover

Unexperienced Hotch x reader series

Vampire!Rita Calhoun AU

Bestie Barhoun harvard AU ft Barisi, Barhoun, Rollhoun

There's no way I'm tagging 45 people, but I'll tag some friends and hopefully them and the rest of y'all will be intrigued and send in some asks!

@rustyzebra @maybe-a-humanbean @baubeautyandthegeek @blackbird-brewster @adarafaelbarba @d33pd3sire-blog @leftoverenvy @maximoffcarter @plaidbooks @whiteberryx

[storiesofsvu]

Yacht Getaway

Rita Calhon x fem!reader

Warnings: language, smut, semi public sex

Covers the “outdoor sex” square of @thatesqcrush’s summer kink bingo.

A summer weekend out in the Hamptons was exactly what you and Rita both needed, a nice break away from the city in the quaint beach town far from any coworkers or annoying phone calls. While you had known about the house, Rita had kept tight lipped about the yacht, surprising you when you got out there. Naturally, it was as lavish as one would expect from someone like Rita Calhoun, complete with full amenities, a large back deck, and a driver.

You’d spent the day cruising through the water, enjoying the fresh air and the smell of the ocean, occasionally making a stop to dive into the water, beating the heat of the day. Currently though, you were sprawled across a large comfy lounger on the back deck, thankful for the cool breeze cutting through the rays of the sun.

Rita sauntering across the deck with two fresh mojitos caught your gaze and you smiled, accepting the cool glass from her as you sat up.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for my girl.” She purred back, leaning over the lounger to press a kiss to your lips. You let out a shriek of a giggle as the drinks made it onto a side table, Rita caging your body into the chair, smirk on her lips as she began to trail kisses across your jaw.

“Rita….” You giggled, “we’re outside…”

“So?” She pulled her head up, a gleam in her eyes before her lips returned to your neck, “there’s no other boats around.”

“The driver..” you managed to breath out as her teeth scraped across your skin.

“Cockpit faces the other direction, and he gets paid enough to know not to wander.” Her hand snuck up, pulling your bikini top to the side as her mouth kissed across your skin, “besides, did you really think you could prance around in this all day without me needing to get my hands on you?”

“Speak for yourself.” You laughed back, tugging her head up to you for a proper kiss while her hands began to explore your body.

It didn’t take long for you to roll her slightly so that you were both on your sides on the lounger, any care in the world long forgotten as your tongues danced in an easy rhythm together. Your hands followed the same pace as Rita’s down your body, cupping at her ass, pulling her tighter to you as she groaned into the kiss. You let out a gasp when her fingers snuck into your bikini bottoms, circling at your clit lazily, giving you a little bit of teasing while she riled you up. In retaliation your fingers slid her bottoms to the side, sinking a finger into her heat.

“Fuck..” she swore quietly, burying her face into the crook of your neck as you slowly started fucking her.

“Don’t be a tease…” you warned softly, nipping at her shoulder and she chuckled. Her fingers slid down, slipping through your lower lips before the gently plunged into you.

You let out a soft moan, adding another finger into Rita’s pussy, picking up the pace to match the speed of her fingers inside you. Your hips began to move in tandem with each other, chasing your peaks, breathy moans escaping your lips, Rita’s breath was hot on your neck, little whimpers coming from her. You could feel her pussy fluttering around your fingers, the little whines she was letting out turning you on even more. She could hear the wetness squelching from your cunt, curling her fingers to tap against your g-spot.

“Oh god..” you muttered, biting into her shoulder as she picked up the pace. The heel of her hand brushing against your clit with each thrust. Your hips rolled easily and eagerly onto her hand, your own fingers not letting up their assault on her as you went. You crooked your fingers, dragging them across the sensitive spot within her and Rita whimpered, her free arm clutching you tightly to her.

“Fuck..fuck..oh god baby…” she whined, pressing messy kisses into your neck. You smirked in response, your thumb coming up to rub at her clit, increasing the pressure and the pace. Rita felt her coil burst, letting out a louder cry, her hips shaking, fucking herself through her orgasm while her fingers stilled within you.

“Good girl.” You praised, tilting her head up to yours for a kiss.

Rita smiled into the kiss, rolling you so that you were on your back once again before her fingers continued fucking into you. Her lips trailed down your neck, alternating between kissing and biting, sucking enough at your skin that you knew there would be a mark the next day. Your head dropped back onto the lounger as your eyes fluttered shut, your hips rocking up to meet her hand as you whimpered out. Her hand increased its speed, her thumb moving up to your clit this time, flicking in time with her fingers fucking earnestly into you. You chased her lips for a kiss, breathy, full of moans and little whimpers as the heat shot to your core, pussy walls pulsing around her. Her teeth sunk into your lower lip and your body shuddered under hers, your thighs clamping down around her hand, swearing softly as you hit your peak.

“Fuck Rita….” You panted as she withdrew her fingers from you with a small chuckle.

“You alright?” She teased, settling down into the lounger beside you, curling into your chest.

“Fucking perfect.” You placed a kiss on the top of her head, “this has been an amazing weekend. Thank you.”

“I’m just glad we could finally get some time away…and alone…”

“Me too.” You sighed out softly as the boat rocked in the waves, “I love you.”

“I love you too darling.” She pressed a soft kiss to your warm skin, snuggling deeper into your body as the sun began to sink into the horizon.

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[storiesofsvu]

How would Rita react to one of the svu detectives(maybe sonny?) trying to flirt with her girlfriend? ❤️

(For the sake of this I’m using Sonny, but as the ADA)

You & Rita have been together for years, you met at one of the legal world’s events/galas and things have been smooth sailing and full of sass & love ever since. You usually only pop by her office with lunch or to pick her up from the courthouse.

That is of course until her regular assistant ends up on medical leave. At first she tries to handle it herself, thinking it’s not going to be that long/hard, but she’s soon very overwhelmed with everything on top of her open cases. Since you’ve got the experience PA’ing at other firms, you offer to help (aka, you happen to be up earlier than her one morning and when she gets up you’ve gotten al of her paperwork and files organized in the chronological order that she’ll need them, colour coded and post it noted, along with a sheet of messages that she should reply to asap)

Sonny comes into the firm to try and talk deals/pass off motions/whatever. He sees you in the outer lounge, flipping through a file as you move back to the usual assistant’s desk. The door to Rita’s office is half open, but she’s on the phone. You tell Sonny as much, giving him a soft smile as you offer him a coffee, joking that Rita can afford the good stuff.

You drop down into the desk chair, Sonny can tell you’re either bored, or not really doing much that’s super important, so he takes a perch on the chair arm in front of the desk and starts to chat with you.

It starts out innocently enough, friendly, he mentions that he hasn’t seen you around the firm and you mention you’re just helping out for a little bit. About halfway through you glance up to see Rita’s off the phone, her eyes trained on the two of you, smirk on her lips and you cast her a *look* but she simply shrugs, gesturing toward her paperwork.

Carisi jokes that the coffee’s so good he ought to repay you with a drink. You laugh it off, trying to to blush as you remind him it’s technically *Rita’s*coffee. He’s polite enough about it, but laying the flirt on pretty heavily, you cast another glance into Rita’s office with a “help me” little look on your face and she simply smirks.

Eventually, she figures she’s made you suffer enough, moving to the doorway of her office.

“Carisi...if you’re done hitting on my wife, I’m sure we can talk deals.”

Sonny literally stumbles backwards, his cheeks reddening instantly as he fumbles over his words, apologizing profusely (cause lets be real, Rita lowkey scares him, esp if he’s stepping on her territory).

She simply laughs it off, gesturing for him to join her in her office. Behind his back you shoot her a hard glare and give her the finger, in a “i cannot believe you made me suffer through that for twenty five fucking minutes. I hate you.”

On his way out Sonny apologizes to you again in lightning speed before leaving the firm.

“Seriously?!” You call out to Rita and she laughs, crossing the room to you

“What can I say? It’s fun to torture the poor kid.” She kisses your cheek softly, “I’ll be finished in ten, make it up to you with dinner?”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”