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storiesofsvu · 11 months

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Kitchen Mishaps

Rita Calhoun x reader warnings: minor language and alcohol. semi requested by @alexusonfire yn tries to teach Rita how to cook.

Rita would be the first to tell you that she was not a whiz in the kitchen, that her meals were either incredibly simple, pre-made or it was gonna be takeout. She had a handle on breakfasts, though they weren’t too hard to ruin and she was never going to adventure far past eggs and toast with bacon or oatmeal. It was easy enough to toss together salad ingredients for lunches, stopping at Whole Foods to pick up a hot and fresh salmon filet or chicken breast to put on top come lunch hour. Dinners were when things complicated and part of the reason why she spent so much time in restaurants or cocktail lounges working through dinner.

Though she’d made a vow to change that when the two of you started dating, wanting to make sure that you knew how much she appreciated your time together and just how much she loved you. She was impressed within the first couple of weeks you invited her over to your place for a dinner date and you said you were cooking for her. Rita being well… Rita had been expecting take out and a bottle of wine. Instead she was met with pomegranate maple glazed lamb chops, whipped sweet potatoes and roasted brussel sprouts that tasted even better than she could have imagined. She would be eternally grateful for having found a partner who was as good in the kitchen as you, especially considering how much you enjoyed it. She would often leave her credit card with you so you could pick up whatever you wanted for the week and whip it all together into meals for the both of you to take for work and leave her with some extras on the nights you weren’t around so she wasn’t stuck with takeout for the tenth night in a row.

But for date night tonight, she wanted to return the favour.

When she’d first told you, you simply kissed her cheek and reminded her which take out places were your favourite. After a small laugh from her she said that she really wanted to return the favour, that she was interested in actually cooking for you but in an attempt to save the apartment from going up in flames, that she thought it might be a nice date night to have you teach her something that was a step up from ramen but nothing too complicated.

Which is how you got to Friday night, pulling out various packages from the fridge to scatter over the kitchen island, digging through the cupboards to find the appropriate cooking tools. You’d already cracked a bottle of Rita’s favourite red wine, pouring out two glasses, one that you were sipping on as you waited for her to get home.

“I am so sorry I’m late.” She immediately apologised before she was even halfway through the door.

“I usually budget an extra half hour when I know you’re working with Raf.” You replied, stepping toward her with a grin to steal a kiss.

“You’re a true angel.” She kissed your cheek gently, “I’m just going to change, I’ll be right back.”

You’d expected her to return in the usual leggings and cozy shirt, but considering this was date night, and you were still in a cute sundress from your day, she’d simply lost the blazer and swapped the skirt for a pair of dress pants, her hair loosely pulled back from her face.

“Okay, step one, put this on.” You held out an apron to her and she all about scoffed.

“I don’t need an apron.”

“Rita, please. You’re wearing white. And the world will end if you get marinara sauce on your—” your fingers deftly slipped into the back of the neck band, checking the tag, “Prada. Either that or change into something you don’t care about.” Begrudgingly, she took the apron from you, tightening it around her waist and tying it behind her neck, though she softened when you leaned in to kiss her, “adorable, now wash your hands.”

“Certainly are demanding.” She teased with a grin and you rolled your eyes, watching as she did what you asked.

“Okay so, lasagna.” You gestured to the items laid out on the island, “where would you start?”

“Well it’s just layering so this can’t be too tricky. And while I may be a bit incompetent in the kitchen I’m not completely daft, that meat needs to be cooked.”

“Yeah.” You laughed, kissing her temple, “I was going to do that part for you.”

“What? You don’t trust me with an open flame?”

“Do you know how to put out a grease fire properly?” You cocked a brow in her direction as you grabbed a pan from the cupboard and she rolled her eyes with a laugh.

“Fair point.”

“To start, can you mince up that garlic and half that onion?” You asked, flicking the burner on to preheat the pan.

“And then are we seasoning?” She asked, carefully focussed on her task.

“Just basics, we’ll add in the extras with the sauce.”

“Don’t tell Carisi it’s coming from a jar.” She teased and you laughed, twisting the jar around to show the post it note taped to the front, a best before date and flavour scrawled across it.

“Where do you think I got this from? Just be glad I’m not making you make the noodles from scratch.”

“And I will forever thank you for that.” Finishing up on the mincing she scooped the bits up into a ramekin, passing it off to you and you thanked her softly, tossing them into the pan. “Should I start the first layer?” She asked, glancing in your direction and you smiled.

“We’ve gotta cook the pasta first.”

“Doesn’t it just cook with the rest of it?” She gestured to the pre-heating oven and you giggled.

“I guess there’s some recipes out there that you can do that, but not this way. Put on a pot of water for me?”

You added the meat to the pan, breaking up the beef and mixing it around to make sure it would brown evenly while Rita pulled out a large pot, filling it with water and salting it before placing it on the stove. You stepped back from the stove, taking a minute to hand Rita a glass of wine,

“See, isn’t so hard after all.” You clinked your glass to hers, taking a sip and she chuckled.

“Believe me, it’s only because you’re here. I’m certain something would be burning already otherwise.”

“Oh, you’re not that bad.” You laughed, leaning in to kiss her gently, “I still don’t understand how you claim you can’t cook but your baking is always impeccable.”

“I couldn’t tell you.” She shrugged with a laugh, turning back to the stove when she noticed the water boiling so she could add in the pasta noodles.

The process went on like this as you timed things, guiding Rita through the steps, mixing the cheeses together, lowering the heat on the meat (though you were sure to drain it for her) so she could add the sauce and spices, letting things thicken up. You kept an eye on things while she drained the noodles and the two of you carefully layered everything into the baking tray, wrapping it tightly with foil before Rita popped it in the oven and you smiled proudly at her, giving her a gentle kiss before setting the timer.

While it was baking the two of you had some time to relax, refilling wine glasses, tidying up the kitchen a little bit as you went so there wasn’t a huge mess in the morning. Rita’s usual date night playlist was echoing through the apartment, a mix of classical, soft jazz, speckled with your favourite songs. She couldn’t help but twirl you under her arm, pulling you to her for a brief dance, leaving a feather light kiss on your lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.” She replied with a grin, stealing another kiss before her arm wrapped around your waist and the two of you wandered over to the couch.

Rita curled herself in the corner, tugging your legs across her lap so her fingers could trace patterns across your skin. You spent the next forty five minutes simply enjoying each other’s company, catching up on your days, making plans for the rest of the weekend ahead. It was the little moments like this that you always loved the most, sure, dating Rita meant lots of lavish dates and extravagant experiences, and you definitely adored those too. You couldn’t help but smile at just how eager she was to spoil you, to show you off to the entire world, having you on her arm so everyone would know you were hers. But it was nights like tonight that you got to see the real Rita, the one without a game face on, the one that was just for you. The one that was soft, caring, tender, the one who was so incredibly loving you would never guess that she was the ruthless attorney she was in a court of law.

It was what made you so incredibly head over heels in love with her.

Even if she was a terrible cook.

When the timer went off you reluctantly detangled yourselves from one another, wandering back to the kitchen where you pulled the pan out of the oven while Rita topped up your wine glasses. You prompted her to cover the top with a generous layer of mozzarella and parmesan before popping it back in the oven to broil for five minutes. In the meantime the two of you moved through the kitchen with ease, Rita set the table while you took care of a few more dishes before she grabbed a bagged Caesar salad from the fridge to go along with dinner. She’d finished prepping it right as the timer went off and she turned back to the oven while you moved the salad bowl to the table.

“Uh.. is it supposed to look like this?” She asked and you laughed, having watched her do every single step.

“It’s fine Rita.”

“It’s practically black.” She deadpanned and you crossed the room to see what she was talking about. Somehow, she wasn’t wrong, all along the edges was burnt to an absolute crisp, the entire thing a little bit more than golden brown.

“I guess my timing with the broiling was a little too long.” You winced, “but it’s fine, we can just scrape off the burnt bits.”

“Sweetheart, trust me, this has nothing to do with your timing and everything to do with my completely inadequate cooking skills. If I touch it, it’s inedible.”

“I will be the judge of that.” You replied with a smile, handing her a knife and a spatula while you retrieved the plates from the table to be loaded up.

Rita grimaced slightly as she cut into it, she’d managed to make a lasagna from frozen before and something about the consistency of this just didn’t feel right. But you were standing beside her with a bright smile, and honestly, you’d done a very detailed job of instructing her how to do this, so maybe it was just a fluke, maybe the oven needed an adjustment. So she scooped up portions onto both of the plates and the two of you made your way back to the table.

“Well, cheers. To your first official date night as chef.” You raised your glass and Rita accepted with a bashful smile before taking a sip.

“Promise to love me even when this tastes terrible?”

“You made me scrambled eggs with the shells still in them for our first anniversary, I’m in it for the long run babe.”

Rita chuckled, smiling softly across at you as you both picked up your utensils. You started by picking away at the corner piece, cutting off all the blackened chunks, shooing them off to the side. You were still sure the rest of it was going to taste great, you couldn’t even count the amount of times you’d left something in a pan too long and had to scrape off burnt bits. You’d even done it on grilled cheese sandwiches before, this was no issue to you. You managed to cut your first bite off right as Rita got hers and both of your heads tilted as you processed.

“It’s not bad.” You assured with a smile, “see, I knew you could do it.”

“Darling you don’t have to lie to me, the noodles are back to being crunchy.”

“Only if you eat around the edge, the middle has got to be perfect.”

Rita shot you a look but cut a bite out of the middle of her piece, one that had been closer to the middle of the pan and the moment it was in her mouth she was doing her best not to spit it out. It was soggy, and not in the way lasagna was supposed to be, the meat somehow overcooked and unseasoned while the cheese just made everything seem more mushy. She was surprised she even managed to swallow it before shifting her cutlery back, cutting another piece and raising it up on her fork.

“I thought we were making a pasta dish, not lasagna soup.” She commented, glancing at you as she let it drip off her fork and your nose scrunched, “it’s even still cold in the middle.”

“So we’ll nuke it.” You suggested with a shrug and she laughed.

“Please, I wouldn’t serve this crap to Buchanan.” She smirked and you laughed outwardly, opting to switch to your salad instead, “I’m pretty sure the clients I have locked up eat better than this, let’s just go out.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, “cause I can suffer through one bad meal, we can try again next week?”

“Absolutely not. Though I will be baking your favourite for dessert tomorrow to make up for this.”

“Rita… I guided you through every single step.”

“I told you, I have the opposite of whatever they would call a green thumb when it comes to cooking, it’s never going to happen.” Her hand reached across the table, squeezing at yours, “this belongs in the garbage and I’m fully witting to admit that. Let’s just go to that bistro around the corner.”

“Alright.” You submitted with a smile, “but hey, you tried your best.”

“Did I?” She laughed, standing from the table and pausing to steal a kiss, “thank you for at least having faith in me.”

“Of course.” You smiled, kissing her once more before you both quickly dumped your plates in the garbage and left the dishes for later, collecting your coats and bags.

As it ended up, Rita placed a take out order on your way down to the bistro, after the evening you’d had she wanted nothing more than to be curled up in leggings on the couch with you. You took an extra loop around the block hand in hand so it would be ready right as you got there, happily accepting the bags from the hostess. It was while you were on your way out the door that you ran into Rafael and Lucia coming in,

“I thought you were finally going to teach this one how to cook tonight?” Rafael greeted with a tease and you laughed as Rita groaned.

“I don’t want to hear it Raf.”

“Oh so I guess this turned out about as good as that kraft macaroni in college?” He smirked back and you raised a brow, pulling a laugh from him, “it doesn’t matter how simple, there’s some vendetta out in the universe that simply doesn’t allow her to cook. She didn’t put enough water in when she boiled the pasta, the entire thing was crusted to the bottom of the pot before the timer even managed to get off. And don’t ask me why she thought the cheese powder went in while the pasta cooked.”

“Rafael…” She warned with a glare and you laughed again, squeezing at her hand.

“She did perfectly fine tonight, I think something might just be off with our oven.”

“She’s just trying to not make me feel bad.” Rita nudged at you, “believe me, I will not be cooking again any time soon.”

After a chorus of laughter, you made a quick goodnight and made your way back to the apartment hand in hand.

Rita couldn’t help but smile at the way you seamlessly swapped from cooking mode into take out mode, curling up on the couch with containers of food spread between the two of you changed into comfy clothes. Glasses of wine refilled, good food being eaten, but most importantly time together was all that either of you ever needed. You didn’t care that she could barely boil an egg, you loved her for who she was, and for that she would always love you to the moon and back.

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itwasrealtome · 4 months

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Rita Calhoun

[If you’d like to be tagged in the upcoming posts, please let me know in the comments or in my dm. It’s free and I don’t bite :) Also there’s a Google Forms]

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Oneshots :

A Soldier’s Dance : In the midst of a prestigious charity gala organized by her father, renowned NYC judge, Sergeant Y/N navigates the opulent crowd as a pawn in her father’s fundraising game. However, an unexpected encounter with Rita leads to a passionate and clandestine affair, unraveling Y/N's carefully guarded wartime trauma triggered by the distant echoes of fireworks.

What Doesn’t Kill Us: Sent on an investigative mission outside NYC, Y/N and Rita, an uneasy duo, face turmoil when their unmarked car is ambushed. As personal and professional clashes escalate, a violent collision leaves them stranded in a forest, under gunfire.

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yen-sids-tournament · 3 months

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Prelim Round 2

They are in order left to right, top to bottom; Top 2 move on

Propaganda submitted:

Jumbaa and Pleakley Lilo and Stitch

These two REALLY shine in the series from the 2000s but they're an underrated couple anywhere. They've got odd couple vibes and then basically get adopted into the ohana as Lilo's weird aunt and uncle. Pleakley is Jumbaa's moral compass but he's also a little anxiety ball and Jumbaa grounds him (also he's probably an egg). They hug SO MUCH. They adore each other. My OTP for life honestly.

PJ and Beret Girl An Extremely Goofy Movie

We love a powerful girlboss opening the poetic heart of a shy boy. They are beautiful and goals

Dodger and Rita Oliver and Company

Though not explicitly together as far as I can remember, I always liked to imagine there was some sort of romance going on. Even as a little kid I thought they would be very cute together! It's literal puppy love!

Felix and Calhoun Wreck-It Ralph

We all just need more small and squishy guy and hardened woman who has killed and would do it again romance

Nani and David Lilo and Stitch

Has any boyfriend ever been as supportive as David is for Nani?!

Mike and Celia Monsters Inc.

Call each other sweet yet kinda gross from the outside nicknames in public (Smoochie Poo and Googly Bear/Woogly), stare lovingly into each other's eye (see attached photo), the restaurant date with him was Celia's "best birthday ever." They did have a pretty big fight/misunderstanding, but were quick to reconcile and neither holds a grudge about it. Celia is supportive/proud of Mike's success in revolutionizing the energy industry with laugh power, and Mike clearly thinks very highly of her too. Also their relationship is never demeaned or played for laughs even though she fits the standard tall, pretty woman role and he the standard short, less charismatic "sidekick" type, and maybe because it's monsters and not people, but lots of movies would try to pair her with Sully, make their relationship a reward for Mike, or make a lot of jokes about it. But no, they're just really into each other and sweet about it (and yes there was a big fight but 1. plot relevant and necessary, and 2. they get through it). Couple goals.

Flo and Ramone Cars

Even after at least 30 years, they still look at each other so lovingly, still dance with each other, even surprise each other (like Ramone showing up with a new coat of paint and Flo still calls him handsome)

#disney #yen sids poll #valentinestournament #lilo and stitch #monsters inc #cars #wreck it ralph #an extremely goofy movie #oliver and company #pixar #disney animated movie #mini poll

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neuroprincess · 2 years

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Law & Order: SVU - How you met each other (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Cabot, Casey Novak, Liz Donnelly, Olivia Benson and Rita Calhoun

Warnings: None

Word count: +800

Alex Cabot

- Anyone who looks at the ice queen so comfortable in New York urbanism can't imagine the ADA's origins. Anyone would picture her as a library rat as a child, wearing a pearl necklace and sitting at the table with tough-talking adults, which is partially right, but no one could imagine Alexandra Marie Cabot wearing denim overalls shooting cans with a slingshot, swimming naked in the lake, and creating a fort in the tree house. Enjoying what Texas provided for a child. You grew up with this version of her, spending summer vacation afternoons together on the Cabot farm, until she returned for good to New York at age fifteen and never came back.

Casey Novak

- You knew her before she knew you, Casey's fame in softball extended to several departments, especially yours, narcotics, where you worked for months. The narcotics team hated her, she single-handedly took down their best players and you admire her for it, was beautiful to watch the redhead play, mesmerizing. At the end of the year SVU and Narcotics qualified for the finals, you used to just watch the games until Vizzini retired and left a gap in the team, filled by you, your co-workers pushed you until they convinced you to try even though had never played before. When the day came, you couldn't stand on the field for 10 minutes, Casey's determined eyes made you more nervous than you already were. The last thing you saw before passing out was the ADA bouncing a ball in your direction. And the first thing you see when wake up is Novak sitting in the armchair next to the hospital bed, a guilty expression on her face.

Liz Donnelly

- Being an ADA is a great responsibility and burden, made even greater by being the half-sister of the brilliant and perfect Alex Cabot, your mother was married three times, she was born from the first marriage and nine years later you were born from a second union. Despite this, the two of you were raised close and she became your inspiration, which led you to study law and follow in your sister's footsteps by becoming an ADA, one of the youngest in SVU. And so you ended up in Liz Donnelly's office, formally introducing yourself after getting the competitive position, with your high grades, extracurricular activities and a recommendation from Alex. "I'm curious to work with Cabot's ward. Welcome, Y/L/N!"

Olivia Benson

- Being a single mother is hard but Evelyn is a sweet and behaved child, making the process easier. You didn't expect that one drunken night would give you a little brown-eyed angel, the beginning was painful and in time you have adjusted well to a quiet life. And it is because you know how hard and difficult it is to be a single mother that you understand the life of Noah, Eve's best friend at school, and often gave the Bensons a little help, even though you didn't know the boy's mother personally. You were surprised the day Noah got into your car with Evelyn after class claiming that his mother had let him come to your house to study for the test, which you found out was a lie when you found an angry brunette at your door accusing you of kidnapping her son. Needless to say, Evelyn and Noah were grounded for weeks.

Rita Calhoun

- Paying for college is hard when you are young and new to a metropolis like New York, but you are determined to fulfill your dreams and get a degree at NYU, so you have gotten a night job as a waitress in a fancy restaurant and at events on the weekend. Sometimes the weekday work can be exhausting because of the hours, but it pays a decent wage and the customers tip well, especially the brunette in the suit who shows up almost every Tuesday, usually alone, and on other occasions accompanied by men in suits, as if they were in a meeting. She always orders the same wine and the chef's dish. Another Tuesday came and you were having a terrible day, it all started with a test that was annulled by a small detail, then you got rained on way from the dorm to restaurant and the icing on the cake is a new manager harassing you from the moment you arrived. Rita realized what was happening as soon as you attended to her and seemed extremely nervous about his lewd glances across the room, minutes after you left the table the man was there, having an apparently serious conversation with the woman. When you returned to pour the usual wine she seemed satisfied, which made you apprehensive thinking you did something wrong. "Is there a problem, Miss Calhoun?" you asked, standing rigidly beside her. "No, Y/N. But the manager will be soon if he keep acting like this." she smiled and winked at you before dismissing the service with a nod. "And you can call me Rita."

#law & order: special victims unit #svu fanfiction #alex cabot x reader #casey novak x reader #liz donnelly x reader #olivia benson x reader #rita calhoun x reader #headcanon #female reader #law and order svu

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choosejoyangel · 6 months

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Not Another Macallan

With love, Vanessa @choosejoyangel. :) Thank you to @whoevrwhatevr for encouraging me to write. I am grateful.

Author's note: Anything SVU-related belongs to their respective owners. The original character, Christmas Grace Lennox, and everything else belong to me. I am on no other platform besides Tumblr, Vimeo, and Google/YouTube at my handle, @choosejoyangel. Enjoy, angels! :)

Just some positive goodness to brighten your day!

Soundtrack: Queen-You're My Best Friend and Dave Matthews Band-Crush <3 :)

I thought it would be more engaging for the reader to follow Rafael and Rita’s banter if it were written as a transcription. Get cozy as you imagine being in the same room as besties for life, Rafael Barba and Rita Calhoun, reflecting on an evening most likely spent alone, just the two of them starting the night at their favorite ice cream parlor over a banana split debating a case and ending the night keeping each other warm like they have always done since their Harvard Law days. Rita realizes it is time to let Rafael know how much he truly means to her, and that includes showing him he deserves to be happy with the woman he does not want to imagine his life without. Who is this woman? Is it her? Or, is Rita helping her best friend allow himself the chance at true love with someone else?

Rita: Why are you in my kitchen, Rafi? It is your birthday, not mine.

Rafael: You know I hate surprises.

Rita: Then why are you trying to hide your smile?

Rafael: I am not smiling.

Rita: And I am 39.

Rafael: For the sixth year in a row.

Rita: I should have bought you another bottle of Macallan.

Rafael: I liked this gift better, Rita.

Rita: Speak up, babe. Did you lose your speaking voice all of a sudden?

Rafael: I liked this gift better, Rita!

Rita: I heard you the first time, but I wanted everyone still here to know how cuddly you are.

Rafael: You can take the man out of the Bronx.

Rita: But you can’t take the Bronx out of the man. I get it, Rafael. We don’t like letting our guard down. It may work in the courtroom but not in the bedroom.

Rafael: You never had complaints about either of our bedrooms, sweetheart.

Rita: Never!

Rafael: I trust you.

Rita: I trust you too, Rafi.

Rafael: Um, are you up to finish tonight with a bang?

Rita: I don’t think that is a good idea.

Rafael: What is wrong? I’m so sorry. I loved my party. Seeing everyone from work…um.

Rita: And home?

Rafael: Yes.

Rita: If not for her, you and I would celebrate your birthday over a banana split.

Rafael: Her?

Rita: Yes, Mistletoe.

Rafael: You mean Christmas?

Rita: Mistletoe, Christmas, who cares?

Rafael: Her name is Christmas, and yes, you do care.

Rita: Who in their right mind names their kid after a holiday?

Rafael: It’s not important. Leave her alone. She is my friend, Rita.

Rita: Friend, eh?

Rafael: Yes, my friend.

Rita: I have known you for over twenty years, Rafael Barba.

Rafael: And?

Rita: I have not seen that look on your face since, um, well, you know who I am talking about.

Rafael: Yelina?

Rita: Ugh! I thought I told you never to repeat her name in my presence.

Rafael: Come on! Yelina broke my heart, not yours.

Rita: Don’t say her name!

Rafael: Okay!

Rita: Christmas helped me plan your surprise birthday party. She was a big help, considering my caseload. It’s not like she has much to do besides play in her art studio.

Rafael: She works in her art studio, Rita. That is her job, and she is busy, too.

Rita: I know, Rafael. I love it when you defend her. You start blushing, and your green eyes get brighter in defense of what you call her “your friend”?

Rafael: I hate you.

Rita: I hate you too.

Rafael: She helped you?

Rita: Yes, she did. And the feeling is mutual between you and her.

Rafael: Are you psychic now?

Rita: No, I am a woman.

Rafael: Oh, I didn’t know.

Rita: I am trying to tell you that I don’t think it is a good idea for us to have sex anymore, Rafael.

Rafael: You and I can still be friends.

Rita: You will always be my best friend, Rafi.

Rafael: You will always be my best friend, too, Rita.

Rita: Christmas is your best friend now.

Rafael: I am allowed to have two best friends.

Rita: I know. She wants you to be happy, even if it may be you and me. I assured her that you and I are or were what young people like her call “friends with benefits.”

Rafael: She is not that young, Rita.

Rita: You were in high school when she was born, Rafael.

Rafael: It does not bother us; does it bother you?

Rita: No!

Rafael: Will you be happy?

Rita: I am happy, and I am happy for you too. Besides, I am seeing someone.

Rafael: Really? What’s his name?

Rita: She.

Rafael: Well, okay then. What is her name?

Rita: She is a lawyer; that is all I will tell you for now.

Rafael: Please tell me her name before you put a ring on her finger.

Rita: Changing subjects.

Rafael: I was kidding. I do hope to meet her if that is what you want.

Rita: You will be the first to know.

Rafael: I think Christmas is still here.

Rita: Of course she is. I can smell the holly from here.

Rafael: Rita!

Rita: If you want to help in my kitchen, make some coffee for us, Rafael.

Rafael: I don’t want to ask her to leave yet.

Rita: The coffee is for her, too, silly. If she leaves, you leave with her. You two live near each other. Oh, you have protection?

Rafael: Rita, I am not discussing my sex life with you.

Rita: She is cute. Ask her to spend the night with you.

Rafael: Rita.

Rita: I don’t want to find out you didn’t at least give her a kiss goodnight. And you know I am not talking about a chaste kiss between friends, Rafael Barba!

Rafael: You won’t, Rita Calhoun.

Rita: She and I are friends now.

Rafael: Hmm.

Rita: Rafael and Christmas sitting in a tree…

Rafael: I will meet you in the sitting room.

Rita: You better hide that blush of yours.

Rafael: Rita.

Rita: What?

Rafael: Thank you.

Rita: You’re welcome.

Rafael: I love you, Rita.

Rita: I love you too, Rafael.

Rafael: My wish came true.

Rita: Yes, it did. Happy Birthday, Rafael. Now, get out of my kitchen.

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#rafael barba #rita calhoun #oc: christmas grace lennox #with love <3 :)

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 2 years

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Could I possibly request a Barba x Female!Reader imagine? The reader is a Detective at SVU and also Barba’s lover. Maybe they’re all in the middle of a big case that has everyone on edge and it comes to light that Rita Calhoun is representing the suspect in court. Maybe the reader hears Barba and Rita unintentionally making snippy yet flirty comments to each other (you know how Barba is and how Calhoun is lol) and it starts pissing the reader off to the point she starts ignoring Barba the whole rest of the time until the trial is over and he’s trying to figure out what he did wrong. When it comes to light after the trial, Barba ends up making it up to his girl?

Hey love! I just saw this request while going through and cleaning out my inbox!

I adore this request because Rita and Barba with their little snarky comments is chefs kiss! And because soft!Barba!! 😍😩😩 I’m looking forward to writing this for you!

I’ll be giving updates on my progress on your request as well as two other requests I saw in my inbox. So stay tuned!

Thanks for the request! ❤️

#ask #anon ask #rafael barba request

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Disgrace to the Name of Coffee

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, that's it I think? Some teasing/banter but that's to be expected lbh. Covers the "pumpkin flavoured" square for @adarafaelbarba 's bingo!

Fall was, without a doubt, your favourite time of year. It was due to a number of things; cooler weather, crunchy leaves, kids were back in school not running wild through the city. You caught the tail end of barbeque season, thunderstorms, autumn festivals, Halloween, the lead up to Thanksgiving. It was the beginning of major holiday season which meant lots of seeing old friends, family, and delicious food. But you couldn’t lie, the main part was the food. And one kind in particular.

September first brought with it: pumpkin spice season.

And truthfully, that was your favourite thing about fall.

There wasn’t time before work to pick up your beloved pumpkin spice latte so that meant you stopped by Starbucks on your way home, sipping at the glorious beverage while you perused the aisles of Whole Foods. All of the fall features were out, promotions everywhere for spiced apple cider, fresh pumpkin pies, mulled wine, and more flavoured baked goods than you could have ever imagined. Naturally, you picked up a little bit of everything, along with a couple of pre-made easy to reheat dinners for the next couple of days. You’d need food for both you and Rita considering the plan was to stay at your place for the weekend, she wasn’t about to cook, and you really didn’t want to bother after the long week, so this was just the better idea.

Originally the plan was go to dinner tonight, Thursday, and spend the night together going into the weekend, but Rita got the memo too late about a work function she’d practically forgotten about. So she promised you she would order you some takeout for dinner and would get to your place in time for a glass of wine and a night of cuddles.

As promised, right at six thirty there was a knock on your door from a delivery driver, a bag of bruschetta, shrimp scampi and tiramisu in hand for you. You weren’t sure exactly where it was from, but it was absolutely delicious and right up Rita’s alley for quality food. You putzed around the apartment for a bit, cleaning up before having a quick shower and changing into pyjamas to curl up on the couch. Rita finally got there around nine, apologizing for the late hour as she greeted you with a tender kiss and you waved her off, thanking her for dinner. She instantly curled up on the couch with you and a glass of wine while you fed each other bites of tiramisu before heading to the bedroom for a good night’s rest.

The morning was when everything got a little hectic, though regular alarms had been set, Rita was in the shower when her phone started ringing. You let it go to voicemail, finishing up your hair and make up before getting dressed, and then it rang again. The sound of the water from the bathroom had just stopped and you heard Rita’s voice calling out for you to answer it so you did. A moment later you popped your head into the bathroom, letting her know a client was at the twenty first precinct waiting for her and according to the cop you’d talked to, they weren’t exactly being patient. She let out a grumble as she rolled her eyes, now more thankful than ever that she hadn’t bothered to wash her hair. You stepped into the bathroom, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, squeezing at her hand to calm her down,

“I’ll get some breakfast ready that you can take with you.”

“And coffee!” She called after you and you let out a little laugh at the desperation in her voice, her caffeine addiction was her whole personality some days.

You grabbed a couple of the prepped breakfast sandwiches from the freezer and tossed them into the air fryer before filling the coffee pot and turning it on to brew. You didn’t have anything put together for lunch, but you figured Rita would end up ordering take out anyways. You scrolled through your phone waiting for both things to be done, checking a couple of emails, thankful you still had a couple of hours until you had to head into work. Less than five minutes later, Rita came down the hallway, heels in hand that she placed by the door before moving through the kitchen. You hadn’t even heard the coffee machine beep, too distracted in your own little world and truly just not awake enough yet. She paused to wrap an arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before crossing the room to the counter. Pulling down one of your to go coffee mugs she swiftly poured coffee into it and looked up to you as she pulled open the fridge.

“I don’t have much to do today after this client, I’ll probably be able to get out early if you’re interested?”

“I’m always interested in more time with you.” You replied with a smile, not noticing the creamer she’d grabbed from the fridge door, dumping a hefty amount into her coffee before twirling the lid on. “We could hit a couple of happy hours before the show?”

“That sounds perfect.” She smiled, “I’ll give you a text once I’m done.” She lifted the mug to her lips, ready for the best part of her morning and instead nearly gagged, spitting the drink out into the sink as she coughed, “is you creamer rotten? What the fuck?”

“No.” Your brow furrowed, “I just bought it last night.” Then your eyes widened, “which bottle did you use?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t looking. The one from the usual spot.”

“I ran out of the hazelnut yesterday. I replaced it with a pumpkin one.”

“Oh god you’re one of them.” She groaned and you laughed.

“What?”

“Pumpkin spice lovers. It’s a disgrace to coffee! Mine of which, is now ruined, thank you.”

“Calm down drama queen.” You teased, standing from your stool as the air fryer beeped. You swiped the coffee mug from her, opening it and pouring it into another mug before giving it a thorough rinse and refilling it. “I haven’t had my coffee yet. There’s a carton of plain almond milk on the shelf.” You handed it back to her and pointed toward the fridge before you turned to the air fryer.

“Thank you.”

You pulled out the sandwiches, tossing one onto a plate and the other into a Ziploc bag, tucking it into Rita’s purse. She screwed the lid back onto her fresh, properly made, coffee and took a sip, this time letting out a sigh of relief. Her eyes swept over the counter, searching through the bowl of fruit and packages of pastries beside it.

“Those look good.” She muttered, her hand reaching out to the scones.

“Ah!” You cut in, swatting at her hand and she turned to you with a slightly offended look on her face.

“What? You saving them for something?”

“They’re pumpkin.”

“What about those muffins?”

“Also pumpkin.” You let out an awkward laugh, “they were on sale!”

“You’re a degenerate, you know that?”

“Everything must be pumpkin flavoured! It’s a rule of the season!” You practically scolded and she laughed, rolling her eyes, “and I’ll be sure to pick up hazelnut creamer for you on my way home today.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, leaning in to kiss you softly.

“Breakfast is in your purse, and it is one hundred percent pumpkin free.”

“If it wasn’t I’d have to break up with you at this point.” She teased and you let out a mock offended scoff.

“And to think, I was going to spend all weekend doting on you!”

“Yeah, with pumpkin flavoured everything!”

“Don’t you have a client waiting?” You raised a brow, a fake pout taking over your lips and she chuckled, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it all.

“I guess I should get going. Thank you.” She gestured towards the sandwich as she picked up her purse, an arm wrapping around you to pull you in for a kiss, this one a moment longer than the last, though she pulled away with a grimace on her face, “now you taste like pumpkin.”

“Yeah, well, you’re just gonna have to deal with it until December.” You teased back and she laughed.

“And then what? Is it peppermint season?”

“Caramel brulee thank you, very much.”

“While that one is still sickeningly sweet and a disgrace to the name of coffee, I can at least get behind it.”

“Oh! She can actually make a compromise, I’m shocked.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” She deadpanned, pecking your cheek this time to avoid anymore unwanted pumpkin flavouring, “I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too.” You replied with a grin, watching as she stepped into her heels and disappeared through the front door.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the entire thing, having been completely unaware of your girlfriends complete distaste of pumpkin flavoured things. Though, with her affection of coffee you probably should have seen it coming. You simply shrugged, laughing to yourself as you opened the pack of pumpkin scones and added one to the plate with your breakfast sandwich and made your way to the couch.

If Rita didn’t want anything pumpkin, that just meant more for you, and you were more than okay with that.

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#rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #adarafaelbarbatrickortreatbingo #law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit

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smartycvnt · 2 years

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Goofing

pairing: Rita Calhoun x Reader

prompt: 122. "What did I tell you about calling her the devil?" "That it's offensive to the devil?" + 123. "I heard that!" "You were supposed to!"

You moving into the city had always been a big deal in your family. Not only were you the youngest of your siblings, but your dad had become overprotective of you following Casey's move for college. Somehow, he managed to come up with a solution that was actually worse than if he had really made the visits himself, sending Casey to look after you. However, as you got a bit older and hung around Casey at functions and events, it became a blessing in disguise. If not for Casey always being around the corner, you wouldn't have met Rita Calhoun, who was without a doubt the love of your life.

"It is 7 in the morning, why are you in my kitchen?" Rita asked as she joined you and Casey. Sunday morning breakfasts were a staple of the Novak household, one that neither you nor your sister were interested in breaking. "Y/n, honey, we do brunches, not breakfasts."

"You do brunches, Rita. We do breakfast," Casey corrected. Rita rolled her eyes and moved past you to get herself a cup of coffee. Casey was busy at the stove, flipping pancakes and carefully making sure that the bacon didn't burn. She knew that Rita, despite giving so much shit, would eat breakfast with you too. "Hope you like scrambled eggs."

"I'd ask for something fancier, but I doubt they teach that in whatever home ec class you took back in Virginia," Rita teased. You swatted at Rita, who seemed very pleased with herself.

"You know, of all the people at the DA's office you could have hooked up with, you didn't have to pick the devil incarnate," Casey said to you. Rita rolled her eyes, muttering something about it being an easy shot.

"What did I tell you about calling her the devil?" you snapped. Quite a few people had been giving Rita shit about switching sides to defense, and you knew that Casey didn't mean it like that, but Rita didn't necessarily.

"That it's offensive to the devil?" Casey looked at you earnestly, as if she wasn't being a pain in your ass. Rita laughed at the genuine frustration and annoyance written clearly on your face. She was always a little in awe of how easily Casey pushed your buttons, it was somewhat inspirational in a way. "Calm down, I'm joking. Rita knows that, we're buddies. We joke about things Y/n."

"We are not buddies," Rita told her. There was a hint of lightheartedness in her voice, a subtly that Casey usually wouldn't have picked up on. However, her own choice of romantic partner reminded you quite a bit of Rita in a lot of ways.

"Funny. You and Liz really must crack each other up," Casey deadpanned.

"More than you do," Rita muttered under her breath and into her coffee cup.

"I heard that!" Casey shouted as she turned around. For a moment, you were scared of an actual confrontation between the two of them, but then Rita just started laughing.

"You were supposed to!" Rita called back as she walked away. You glanced between the two of them. Casey went right back to cooking, and you snuck off to check on Rita.

"Can you two please be nice to each other?" you asked her. Casey had gotten the same speech when she'd arrived at your door with paper bags full of groceries at 6 AM, although hers was less eloquent.

"I am being nice to her. She shows up first thing in the morning and steals my precious alone time with you," Rita said. You pouted and Rita relented. "Okay, I'll be her buddy for today. Although, I'm sure she wants to get out of here just as quickly as I want her gone."

"Actually, after breakfast we're picking my dad up at the airport and taking him to the batting cages. You're welcome to join us, Liz will be there too," you offered. Rita pulled a face, but it was masked when she noticed the nervous look on your own.

"Yeah, I'll play nice with Casey and be uber charming at the cages," Rita promised. You smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips. Rita pulled you onto her lap and held your body against hers, absolutely refusing to let you get more than a couple inches away from her.

"Breakfast is read- oh gross!" Casey exclaimed overdramatically, as if that was the worst thing she'd ever seen. Rita just laughed as you got off of her lap and walked over to the table. You were getting your plate ready when you looked up to see Rita press a kiss to Casey's cheek. "Are you happy? Did doing that make you happy? Are you satisfied with yourself?"

"You seem pretty annoyed, so I guess I am," Rita said with a smile. Casey tossed a towel at her, which hit Rita's arm. "Why is it damp?"

"Kitchen gets hot." You knew Casey was joking, but you kept it to yourself, enjoying the scandalized look on Rita's face.

"Liz isn't going to stay long if you two keep this up all day," you warned.

"Why do you think I'm getting it all out now?" Casey asked you. You rolled your eyes at her and scooted over so Rita could closer to you.

#rita calhoun #rita calhoun imagines #rita calhoun imagine #rita calhoun x reader #svu imagine #svu imagines #svu #svu x reader

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itwasrealtome · 1 month

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🎵 Welcome to the Song-Scene Guessing Game! 🎵

Hey everyone!

I’m thrilled to introduce our newest interactive activity: the Song-Scene Guessing Game! Get ready to put your detective hats on and dive into the world of my stories through the magic of music.

How it works:

1. Listen to the song: Check out the song I’ve posted below.

2. Guess the connection: Listen closely and try to guess which one-shot, fic, or scene from my stories it’s related to.

3. Clues and hints: I’ll provide some hints, clues, or even a picture to help you make your guess.

4. Vote and Comment: Vote on your guess and share your reasoning in the comments. Why do you think the song fits that particular scene or story?

Without further ado, here’s our first song:

Take a listen and start brainstorming! Can you match this song to one of my stories? Keep an eye out for clues and hints in the comments.

I can’t wait to see your guesses and hear your thoughts! Let the guessing game begin!

#scarlett johansson x reader #outsidethelie #law and order svu #olivia benson x reader #rita calhoun x reader #heartandisles #maura isles x reader #maura isles x oc #unchartedlove #sapphic novel #ellieandjo #katie mccabe x reader #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #leah williamson x reader #songsceneguessinggame #itwasrealtome #Spotify

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this-is-good-and-gay · 2 years

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Rita Calhoun

A hidden Human , An adventure in babysitting - @naturalxselection

Napkins - @naturalxselection

Paris - @storiesofsvu

Bridge - @storiesofsvu

Olivia Benson

Just the two of us - @naturalxselection

We’re gonna be just fine - @naturalxselection

#Masterlist #rita calhoun imagines #rita calhoun headcanon #rita calhoun x reader #svu imagine #svu

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dimitrescus-bitch · 3 years

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Set (Rita Calhoun x Reader)

“Fuck!” you shouted as you kicked over a chair. You’d been doing so well with the interrogation and were seconds from a confession, but then you’d blown it. Amanda got you out of there as soon as the perp started to realize that you weren’t actually interested and began turning on you. He’d been alternating between demanding his lawyer and lunging towards the mirror, screaming about how you were a whore and a liar.

“Hey, calm down. This isn’t your fault,” Olivia reassured you. She placed her hand on your back and pulled you over towards the table. “There was nothing you could have done.”

“I could have played into him a bit more. I know that I could have done that,” you grumbled under your breath. Olivia sighed and when you asked for a moment alone, she gave it to you. You tried calling your partner, Rita, but her secretary said she was on her way to see a client.

During the entirety of your relationship, you’d worked in narcotics. The two of you hadn’t really crossed paths, but then you got into homicide and you saw Rita quite a bit more. She’d defend your guys and things got a little rocky, so you asked for another transfer. Homicide had been a big promotion for you and the only place they’d put you was SVU, so you took it. Rita knew that you had a transfer, but you didn’t like bringing your work home with you, so the two of you hadn’t spoken about where you were now.

That was why hearing Rita’s voice was such a shock to you whenever you were making your way to Olivia’s office. You saw Rita, Barba, Olivia, and Rollins all discussing something in there. A part of you wanted to burst in there and tell Rita that she couldn’t defend this guy. Instead, you just knocked on Olivia’s door and waited for someone to open it for you.

“Hey, come on in. I was actually about to be sent out to getcha,” Amanda said as she reached out towards you. You let her pull you inside of the office and you stayed behind her.

“Y/n here made the arrest, read the guy his rights, and interrogated him. She nearly had a confession from him before he turned hostile,” Olivia said and Rita’s eyebrows shot up. She didn’t miss a beat as she shoved through everyone to get to you.

“Are you okay?” Rita asked as she started to check over you, panicked. She knew the scummy kind of guys that’d be picked up by the SVU. She also knew that her client was exactly that kind of guy, he’d done it, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind at that. In fact, Rita had never been called by him unless he had absolutely committed the crime. “Did you try to call me? What did he do to you?”

“I’m fine, he didn’t lay a hand on me. Tried to, but he didn’t. The worst of it I did to myself when I kicked a chair over,” you told Rita. She breathed out a sigh in relief and pulled you tightly against her in a hug. You let her hold your for a couple of moments before you started to wriggle out of her arms a bit.

“If you do not mind, I must go inform my client that I will not be working as his defense attorney.” Everyone moved aside for Rita to leave. You could feel eyes on you, but nobody was ready to ask the question that you honestly didn’t care about giving an answer to.

“We’ve been together since before I was homicide. My transfer here was to save the relationship actually, there’s only so many times I can see her get my perps off the hook,” you said with a dry chuckle. “No, Rafael, we aren’t getting married anytime soon, and yes, that was me in her apartment six months ago. Am I excused for the night?”

“Yes detective. Have a nice night, and put some ice on that foot,” Olivia dismissed you. You gathered your things and met Rita by the interrogation rooms. She took your hand in hers and led you outside to the car.

“So, SVU?” Rita asked you. It sounded a little more like a question to herself, but you knew to let her process it herself. You waited in silence for Rita to say something again, which didn’t happen until you were nearly halfway to her apartment. “Is it making you happy?”

“The victims aren’t always dead. I can see the look of relief on their faces when they get their justice. It’s everything I wanted whenever I joined the academy. It’s depressing as hell, but I wouldn’t willingly go anywhere else Rita,” you told her. She smiled and leaned over slightly to press a kiss to your cheek. You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and glanced out her window. “For so long, I saw nothing more drug addicts and dealers who’d ruin anyone to make a quick buck. Then, it was dead bodies and watching people with deep enough pockets literally get away with murder. Now, things are different. It’s harder, but the wins are more satisfying.”

“You’ve got a career now,” Rita offered. You hummed in satisfaction with her explanation. She’d always been much better with her words than you had. “I guess that makes both of us set.”

“I guess it does.”

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#Rita Calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #rita calhoun imagine #rita calhoun imagines #Law & Order: SVU #svu imagine #SVU #svu imagines #svu x reader

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lesbianologist · 3 years

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primed for ruin.

word count: 6.6k (i know, lol...) series: carnal habits, chapter 8. a/n: see at bottom of chapter. tags: dom/sub, rules, remote-controlled vibrator, public edging, orgasm denial (brief), oral sex, group sex (foursome), humiliation, soft degradation, praise (truly, lots of it), strap-on sex, double (and then triple) penetration, oral/face fucking, breeding/cum play. i thiiiink i tagged it all. lmk if i missed anything lolol.

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after you'd endured your first major discipline, it'd been simpler than usual to settle into a harmonious groove with rita, keen to avoid rita's reprisal wherever possible. you'd devoted the weeks that proceeded faithfully behaving, and in reward, she'd obliged in every way she could to pleasure you.

rita spared no expense, splurging on new toys, bondage gear, and garments for you, and the pair of you went for dinner as well as to the spa on several occasions. the older woman also dedicated her idle time with you, experimenting in temperature play with ice and hot water, sensory play with silk, and you felt as if you'd acquired an insatiable craving for exploration with her. you truly adored the temperature and sensation play and agreed to return to it as often as possible.

you, on the other hand, flourished on rita's mild ridicule and praise. nothing provoked you more than being referred to as her slut, toy, and plaything. she'd even refer to you as her fucktoy or fuckdoll at times. she appreciated how delighted you were to be used by her, particularly with the possessiveness of the terminology, and notably with how you began to react to the reverence in combination with the degradation.

you'd both began developing affections for one another, almost in perfect rhythm, two hearts beating in sync, and those sentiments only seemed to deepen your compliance, eager to relinquish full control to rita. you became lost in reflection when you heard rita's voice calling from the kitchen just as you were about to enter the shower.

“y/n?” she called out, the hint of an edge in her voice. her intonation was abrupt and somewhat cutting, and it prompted a knot in your stomach to tighten. you stiffened, running through any rules you may have breached, and none came to mind as you stood naked in front of the shower. “yes?” you said cautiously, almost meekly. you kept racking your brain until her voice sliced through your thoughts once more.

“kitchen, sweetheart.” she commanded. your eyes darted between the shower and the door to the hallway, hesitating as your unease intensified. “i was just about to hop in the shower,” you murmured in reply, and it was almost as if you could hear her pause. “i said kitchen.” hesitating once more, you padded out into the kitchen, bare and flushed, remembering you could have easily swiped a towel or robe to cover yourself.

“what is this?” she asked, lifting a set of documents from the table. “i, it’s, uh-” you could barely utter a word before rita interrupted you, tossing the documents back on the island. “you really need to utilize the office you have. if i had stumbled upon anything more confidential than that title page, you could get in a lot of trouble.”

it was challenging enough living in this situation with rita, dutiful to her and still, you couldn’t find it in yourself to explain the documents she had been holding. at this point, you were also terrified of losing her. you wanted nothing more than to please her, and the thought of the loss of what you had, and returning to your old condo made your heart feel as if it were being pried open.

“now, would you like to play, little one?” she asked and you whimpered, barely able to utter a “yes ma’am”. she traced her fingertips across your jaw before leaning into you and dipping to kiss you, her tongue delving into your mouth lightly. she tasted of espresso, and you moaned lightly into her mouth, drawing a smirk from her as her hands wove into your hair and yours wound around the nape of her neck. she deepened the kiss more, tongue dancing along yours, swirling with your own, and started to tug you to the bedroom you now completely shared together.

her hands were more than eager, briskly pulling your skirt to the floor. instead of ridding you of the rest of your clothes, she motioned for you to lay on your stomach on the bed. rita loved nothing more than praiseful inspection, cooing at your uncovered skin, mapping you with her curious and wandering hands. her inquisitive nature sought out more as you sighed happily at the hot palms that roamed across your ass and hips.

“sensitive today, are we, princess?” she murmured, her wandering fingers now ghosting across your slick heat lightly, running along your folds, spreading your arousal around. you moaned at the contact, pressing into her fingers in a desperate attempt for more, which only elicited a tsk from rita. “that’s not what we’re doing today,” she chuckled, and she put her hands on your hips to roll you over.

“hm?” you breathed once on your back, and you met rita’s eyes as she pulled a new toy out of the pockets in her slacks. it was a vibrator with more of an egg-shape with a thin wand that protruded from it. “we’re going to play with this one, today, and you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” she drawled, a grin slowly forming on her face.

a hand came up to caress your face, her thumb grazing along your lower lip before you tugged it into your mouth, sucking on it subtly. rita’s eyes watched you, and she sighed happily as you continued to get lost in the heat of the moment. her thumb popped out of your mouth suddenly as she shot you a wink, the now wet thumb moving to your clit, rubbing circles over it in a calculated pace.

your head rolled back, eyes fluttering shut, and a moan escaped your mouth as she continued to rub you. you glanced at rita again, and she was angling the toy for your entrance, slowly sliding it inside. it was larger than you expected, but the fullness was perfect. it pressed perfectly against the pleasure point immediately within your walls as the toy curved slightly, and you groaned when it was fully inside of you.

at this point, you were more than aroused, every tendon and fiber of your body on edge, and rita’s words infused with the bulbous firmness of the toy pressed against your walls had your wetness gathering between your legs, aching for more. sensing this, rita eased off of you, pulling her phone from her other pocket, flicking the vibrator onto its lowest setting.

“feel that, kitten?” she smirked, and it only elicited a further ache between your legs, taking root inside of you. “you have fun with your friend tonight,” she leaned in, trailing her hand along your jawline, “and i’m going to have fun riling you up all evening.” a gasp escaped your lips, nearly a moan, and rita chuckled in response. “when you get home, if you’re good, there might be a surprise for you,” she added with a kiss to your forehead.

she absolutely wanted you primed for ruin, and it drew an ache between your legs as you got ready for your evening out.

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rita’s words reverberated through your head throughout your evening with your old college roommate, as you were lost in the acoustics at the concert she’d taken you to. you were inundated with the harmonics while you occasionally felt the swell of the toy pulsing within your walls, rita toying with your resolve occasionally. it’d been hours, and you were sometimes engulfed with the spellbinding rhythms of the toy palpating your walls, the vibrations likely turned up as high as she could, and you fought the urge to moan.

by the end of the concert, you felt mortified at the way you were drenched. you’d been so overcome by rita’s mindless tinkering with the toy that you hadn’t noticed your wetness flooding your undergarments throughout the concert. you felt like a mindless, useable toy, and it became beyond difficult to allocate your attention to maneuvering through the crowd to the pick-up spot for her private vehicle.

your friend insisted she had a spectacular time as you dropped her off, and your mind wandered to rita’s words on the drive back. rita had placed considerable emphasis on the condition of you being her good girl, and you were, so you’d apparently be rewarded as such. you had no idea what was up her sleeve, waiting for you when you’d arrive home, but it sent your head spinning. slipping out of the vehicle and into the elevator of the condo, you found yourself feeling fidgety with anticipation. you turned the knob, slipping through the doorway, and dropped your purse by the door.

glancing around, you noted that she wasn’t in the kitchen, nor the bedroom, and you moved to the living room next. without thinking, you obediently sat on your haunches as you caught a glimpse of her, bowing your head sheepishly before meeting her gaze again from the floor.

except it wasn’t just her.

there, in the living room, on the couch sat liz and casey, liz with a poised and collected gaze fixed on her face, and casey with a devilish smirk on hers. your eyes glanced between the two of them feverishly, and darted back to rita’s, whose eyes shimmered with suspense and enthusiasm. your cheeks suddenly tinged red, and you felt that intimate and recognizable twinge of need between your legs again.

“no need to be bashful, kitten. liz and casey would like to play,” she said as she moved towards you, her fingers lifting you up from beneath your chin, “and i want to watch you come apart for them.” your breath hitched in your throat as you rose to her height and she began to slowly pull each garment of clothing from your body. your eyes darted to liz and casey who eyed you hungrily, and you couldn’t break their gaze as rita undressed you, cooing praise about how beautiful you were.

as your clothes fell to the floor and you stepped out of them, clad in only the lingerie she’d chosen for you, her fingers dipped underneath the strap of your bra. she slid her fingers around until it was at the back of the bra, and her fingers masterfully undid the clasps keeping them together, her lips tracing the outline of your neck, pressing hot kisses to the skin as the bra fell to the floor, too. you were nearly entirely exposed to casey and liz, now, clad only in your underwear.

you tore your eyes away from them from a flicker of a second as rita sunk to her knees, her hands beginning to trace the inside of your thighs. “such soft skin,” she murmured as her hand trailed up your inner thigh, grinning to herself as it glided up to your entrance, the fingers dipping underneath to slip your underwear off and to the floor.

your face burned with embarrassment at the obvious inspection of the three women in the room, their eyes dragging over your body and grinning. having them all look hungrily at you while you were bare and they were fully clothed sent your skin ablaze.

“you’re drenched, baby,” casey muttered, utterly entranced by the visual of you before her. “such a mindless little toy, aren’t you?” she breathed, glancing to liz for approval, her obedient nature rivalling yours in the gesture. liz merely smiled as her eyes focused on you. “still our good girl, i see—” she was referencing the way you waited patiently, dutifully. this time, though, her eyes darted to rita. “more rita’s though, than anyone else’s, aren’t you?” you nodded, your throat dry and tight with desire, anxious for the night to begin.

the awareness of the vibrator still buried inside of you became suddenly evident as rita held up your underwear for the two other women. casey’s eyes widened, and liz smirked before rita tucked them into her back pant pocket, rising to your height again. “yes, she has been quite a good girl lately. my perfect kitten.” rita’s praise made you delirious. it was the first time she’d ever truly gushed over you before, and you could feel your arousal dribbling down your inner thigh. the need intensified between them, eager to let the three women have their way with you, or for you to please them.

noticing your building anticipation, rita retrieved her phone and amplified the vibrations within you, causing you to gasp out, your knees buckling slightly, and you began to whine. you were nearly on the verge of pleading, hypersensitive from the hours of being riled up and fighting the urge to come. a dark chuckle escaped rita’s lips as she watched you fight the pang of your stimulated libido.

“such a whiny girl, aren’t you baby?” casey teased, standing from where she’d been leaning against a chair. “are you that needy? you want to come so badly?” she taunted. another gasp, nearly a moan erupted from your lips as you reached the nearby counter to brace yourself and steady yourself. “you like casey teasing you, kitten? does that make you wet?” rita asked, grinning as she toyed with the settings on the vibrator. you found yourself only nodding, unable to be obedient and give rita the usual “yes ma’am” response, but she seemed unbothered by your inability to reply this time.

“this way,” rita urged, pulling you gently to the bedroom where the two other women followed in tow. once the three of you were in the bedroom, rita pushed you gently onto the bed, urging you to prop yourself up with the pillows. “tonight is all about you, kitten. you were so good today, and i think you ought to be rewarded for it. on one condition.” you beamed with excitement as you glanced up to rita, nodding frantically, and panted out a “yes ma’am, anything.”

“are you going to be a good girl for me, liz, and casey, sweetheart?”

again, you nodded eagerly, your mouth and throat more dry than before. “yes ma’am, i promise, i’ll be so good. who do i—” you paused, glancing from rita, to liz, then casey, and finally back to rita. of the two, rita was the only one who rivalled liz in her dominance. the two were, frankly, equally matched, but in different aspects. liz preferred to punish through aggressive spanking, and rita preferred, by large, to overstimulate and edge you. “me, kitten. liz has agreed to take my lead. now, why don’t you get started by getting casey warmed up with your mouth like the good little pet that you are?”

you tinged pink with embarrassment and humiliation. rita had never called you her pet before, but for some reason, you liked the way it ignited your core. your eyes flickered to casey who had begun to be undressed by liz, stripped down to her undergarments at first, and then she was bare. unlike you, her focus was not on being bare in front of liz, rita, or you. casey was unashamed to be shared among a group of women.

liz and rita moved to the closet to pick out a handful of toys, rummaging through them as you set out to make casey uncomfortably aroused with your mouth. it was effortless, as you knew exactly where casey’s pleasure point was, and you were able to curl your fingers masterfully. the only difficult part was staying on your hands and knees as your fingertips deftly sought out her spongey spot within her walls, easily bringing her to a near-peak. you curled your fingertips within her walls as you lips wrapped around her clit and a loud whine broke free of her lips, suddenly. hearing it, liz snapped to attention.

“don’t you fucking dare come without permission,” liz hissed. your lips left casey’s clit and you turned, still on your hands and knees, two fingers within casey, to watch the two older women. rita gave liz space to be dominant in the room, and they were both strapped, though still fully dressed with their slacks unbuttoned. liz’s eyes glared down at casey as you halted your movements, and in response, casey let out a louder whine than before. “this is not your night to misbehave. if you continue, i will ask you to sit out while we make y/n come. am i making myself clear?” your eyes darted back to casey as she nodded, submitting to liz, and you glanced back between rita and liz for further direction.

rita merely maneuvered to the chair in the corner of the room, moving it to the couch, and sat herself in the chair as liz stood before you and casey. “i’m eager to watch this dynamic,” rita chuckled, making herself comfortable in the seat as liz strode closer to the bed. her hand dipped down to your entrance, fingers grazing along your folds that were wrapped around the toy, and she ran a finger against your clit, smearing your wetness around. “you may continue making casey feel good, kitten,” rita’s voice husked from over in the chair. you resumed your earlier motions on casey, murmuring into her cunt about how lovely she tasted, fingers slowly pumping in and out of her as she fought the arousal.

liz’s eyes met rita’s, and she gave her a knowing nod of approval, a silent exchange between the two women and their dominant natures moving in tandem with each other.

there was a brief tug on the end of the vibrator that peeked out from between your lips, and you felt it press against your gspot briefly as it was removed, which drew a moan that neither rita nor liz chastised you for. the sound of a bottle opening drew your attention, and you removed your lips from casey again to glance behind you this time. liz had opened a bottle of lube, and was coating the dildo in a generous layer of it. the dildo was one you recognized, a newer one you had picked out, but you couldn’t place it in that moment. it was familiar, but one of the newer and unused ones you had picked out.

“ma’am,” you urged towards rita, “it’s so big though, and…” you paused, hesitating in the newness of the toy. “i know, but i think you could take this one, sweetheart. be a good girl for me and let liz fuck you with this cock. i promise, you will enjoy it.” you fought the impulse to retort with a curt reply. this was going to be good, even if you needed to be stretched out to enjoy it.

your mouth returned to casey’s pussy, and you were empty for no longer than a few seconds before you felt the bed dip suddenly with liz’s weight. you felt the tip of her cock slip into you easily, and you let out a loud moan, angling your hips backward, attempting to ease it into you further. this action would normally be met with a tsk from rita and a swift and firm slap to your cheeks, but you heard rita chuckle and groan softly from the chair. you desperately wanted to watch rita from your position as you softly fucked casey with your fingers and mouth, but you held back, awaiting the familiar plunge and fullness that followed.

sure enough, you felt liz ease the cock into you expertly, stretching you out slowly before setting a steady but excruciatingly slow pace of dragging the toy through your walls as she angled it perfectly within you. the head of the cock pressed skillfully against your gspot, much like the vibrator had earlier, and you moaned loudly, arching your back and pressing yourself backwards to meet her slow thrusts. her hands grabbed onto your hips, softly pulling you onto the cock as much as you could, and both her and rita began to praise you for it.

“you’re taking liz’s cock so well, kitten. such a good girl for us.” you sighed hearing rita call you kitten and good girl, wetting your lips as you let their words drive you to make casey feel wild with arousal. liz, knowing you could only take so much, glanced to rita for endorsement before she spoke again. “are you going to make casey come, sweet girl? you going to be a good girl for me and rita?” you nodded eagerly, wrapping your mouth and lips against casey’s now pink, swollen, and throbbing nub, and curled your fingers harder, flicking them hard within her, and she responded just as she always did.

“come for her, casey,” liz demanded, thrusting particularly hard and deep within you as you intensified your actions on casey. her body shivered immediately, her climax rolling through her body, rushing over her in waves as she writhed underneath you. you were unrelenting, your mouth and fingers not easing at all as liz slammed into you suddenly and you coaxed a series of orgasms out of casey.

casey’s breathing was ragged and heavy, and she finally threaded her fingers into your hair, effectively yanking you off of her cunt. you smirked at the response, and gasped as liz rolled her hips skillfully, hitting your pleasure spot perfectly.

it was only a matter of seconds before you moaned loudly, and through whimpers, submitted again. “oh fuck, please let me come,” you begged between gasps, “please please please.” rita’s voice rang clear in response: “come for liz, sweetheart.” liz angled her thrusts deeper, and an orgasm crashed over you, rippling like waves, and then you felt a new and curious sensation. it felt as if liz had come inside of you, but you couldn’t be sure, and you stilled as liz did.

“i c-can’t. no more. please!” casey begged, eyes on liz for approval. liz nodded, and allowed her to ease off of the bed. a few moments passed with liz still buried inside of you, and you looked back to watch casey pull on the same dildo that liz and rita were also wearing. it piqued your interest, but as much as this was your reward, you still wanted to be good for rita, so you continued to be patient and still with liz’s cock seated inside of you.

casey meandered over to the bed, this time, and you felt liz slip out of you suddenly. whining from the loss of fullness, rita merely let out a hearty laugh as she watched you squirm. with the help of casey and liz, they both maneuvered you so that casey was underneath you, her cock pressing between your cheeks, and liz was back at your pussy. her cock was still slick with your wetness, and casey’s was newly coated with lube she’d applied before maneuvering over to you.

“are you ready?” rita purred from the chair, stroking her own cock, watching you with lust-blown eyes. “casey and liz are going to fill you up, stretch you out, make you feel incredible like the good girl that you are. are you ready for that, sweetheart?” you gasped at her words, mouthing a please to her before she nodded to liz to give the two women a signal to begin.

casey’s hands wound around the back of your thighs, spreading you wide for liz, and she lifted you slightly, one of her hands moving to guide her cock between your cheeks, easing inside of you slowly. your eyes snapped to liz as you watched her guide the head of her cock between your lips, her hands settling above where casey’s hands were as she held you in place. casey was nearly fully buried inside of your ass as liz’s cock began to slowly sink into your cunt. the fullness of both cocks within you, beginning to immerse themselves in your wet walls was enough to pull you over the edge.

almost instinctively, your hand reached out to liz’s wrist, seeking some sort of reprieve as they began to thrust in you, with liz slamming her cock deep within you, filling you to the base. you felt frenzied with dizziness, a heavy sweat pricking your skin as liz’s determined thrusts sent you higher and higher. you glanced frantically to rita, and she nodding knowingly, a delighted smile on her face. “you may come, kitten, whenever you want. tonight is about you. i want to get you to come as much as possible.”

“t-thank you, m-ma’am,” you gasped between thrusts, your breath hitching in your throat. “may i touch… myself? p-please?” rita nodded again, giving you permission to do what you needed. she rose from her chair and ambled over to the three of you, stroking your hair and then your cheek. “you’ve been such a good girl tonight. yes, sweetheart, you can touch yourself, and you can come whenever you need. just tonight.”

your hand sought out your clit, and you began to rub furiously with the two women’s thrusts, the fire building like a crescendo beneath your skin. your arousal scorched in your core, kinking right in your pulsating nub and within your walls. it seared through you, crashing over you in a series of convulsions, your body tingling. suddenly, you realized that thick, sticky cum began to flood inside of you, filling you. the dildos were the same, all three of them were prepared to stuff you with cum, until you were swollen with it and it gushed from your cunt.

your eyes, which were initially screwed shut, shot open as your head swivelled to rita. she had a devilish grin on her face, her eyes torrid with her various intentions for you tonight. “yes, kitten. tonight we’re filling you up, just like you wanted, just like you begged me the other night.” she stepped closer to you, leaning down to kiss your lips before retreating, “and no, we’re not anywhere near done.” your mind felt heavy with lust, your climax tapering off as liz eased out of your pussy and she moved to the side of the bed near your head.

with casey’s cock still buried inside of you, you watched as rita rounded the corner, coming to your entrance. you felt casey adjust, her arms wrapping around your waist as liz moved some pillows to prop her up, and your legs dropped briefly before rita’s hands came to the back of your thighs. casey held you tightly in place, her hands vining around your waist as rita shoved your thighs back, spreading you wider than before.

one of her hands moved to your cunt, her thumb rolling your clit before she paid particular attention to the cum that was trickling down your inner thighs. “oh, sweetheart, such a messy little fuckdoll, aren’t you?” it was unavoidable, the way you flushed red with embarrassment at the soft degradation. you felt used, the cum seeping out of your soaked walls, but you’d never felt more aroused. “do you like that, kitten? do you like being my filthy toy filled with cum? are you going to be a good little slut and take our cum again?” again, you dipped your head in an eager nod, and rita mused at your response.

bewildered by your own eager disposition, you found yourself reaching out to rita, trying to slip her cock inside of you with one of your hands. “please,” you murmured, barely audible to anyone in the room. “please what, princess? use your words.” your mouth contorted into a shamed curve, and you spoke louder this time, urged on by rita’s degradation.

“please, ma’am, please fill me up with cum?”

“that’s what i like to hear, kitten. colour?”

“green. please, oh fuck, please!”

rita spared no time before shoving the toy through your folds, your walls already brimming with cum enveloping the cock as she tilted her hips into your cunt. you were stuffed with rita’s cock as she shifted inside of you, dragging the toy through your walls, and you gasped as you watched the shaft slide in and out of your cunt in unison with her thrusts. her hips set an agonizing pace, swift and determined, plunging into you completely as casey mirrored her actions in your ass.

just as you were finding yourself comfortable, you noticed rita had again nodded to liz, who softly turned your head to the side to face her. “open your mouth for liz, sweetheart,” rita encouraged, and you opened wide, wrapping your lips around liz’s cock, the taste of your wetness mixed with the cum-like lube on the toy still present. you moaned in appreciation as liz began to rock her hips, fucking your mouth gently, holding your hair back.

the entire display transcended eroticism in its entirety, the sloppy and sticky sounds resonated through the room as you sucked off liz while rita and casey fucked you. not only was your mouth producing loud, wet noises, but your cunt was, by far, a creamy mess at this point as more squelching sounds arose from your pussy and ass. you could feel how the cum surged within you, smeared and slathered through your walls as rita and casey continued their assault inside of you. frankly, you’d have been lying to yourself if the entire thing didn’t have you bursting with lust.

“show me how well you can take my cock, princess,” rita mumbled, and she nodded to casey behind you smugly in approval. liz’s cock met the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly, tears pricking your eyes as one of casey’s hands moved to your clit. she began to rub meticulously, but in a resolute manner, and you moaned loudly with liz’s cock in your mouth. “that feel good, kitten? you enjoying yourself?” rita asked, and you nodded excitedly, eager for them to fill you again. you desperately wanted to feel the familiar sensation of the cum flooding through you, filling every orifice, sloppily stuffing you full. you frantically wanted to feel overflowing with their cum, and you began to whine on liz’s cock as she continued to thrust within your throat.

“mmm, what was that, kitten? i couldn’t hear you with your mouth full of liz’s cock.”

as casey rubbed your clit furiously, your endorphins raced through you, rushing to every atom, every molecule of your being, coursing and pulsating through every cell in your body. it felt as if you were strung by cords of electricity, as if every atom were composed of a trillion fireworks. it was beyond exhilarating, the height of your summit, as you were filled with all three women. the coil within you was wound tightly now, and you were slick with heat, tight from the culmination of the entire night prior to this moment. the crest had built, much like a crescendo, and it was only a matter of moments before you would reach your peak.

knowing this, liz withdrew from your mouth briefly to allow you to speak. “oh fuck, please-” you uttered, a gutteral moan escaping your lips as the fire erupted beneath your skin. it was searing where casey’s fingers were, the torrential blistering heat at the edge, threatening to tip you over the edge. “please, please come inside of me, please!” you yelped, nearly screaming. “you want us to fill you up with another load, kitten? do you want to be our filthy little fucktoy? overflowing with our cum?” she teased. you couldn’t take it anymore, looking at rita feverishly before you said her favourite words; “please let me come!”

“you already have permission, princess, go ahead.”

as if on cue, just as you began to feel yourself crash over the edge, liz filled your mouth with the toy again and all three women squeezed the toys, beginning to pump their cum inside of you, just as you’d begged. the combination of rita’s words and the cum seeping into you were all you needed as you spilled out on their cocks, liz pumping and filling your mouth as you thrashed with pleasure. the taste of your own juices swirling with the cum from the toys caused you to flail, your climax thundering through you as they continued to fuck you and as you continued to twist and contort.

you swallowed the cum that had filled your mouth, glancing up at liz as she stroked the side of your face with her hand, and finally, the three women slowed. liz slipped out of your mouth and you turned to watch rita pull out of you, cum trickling out of your cunt. casey was the last, slipping out of you from underneath you, removing the harness with the strap. she moved into the nearby washroom to clean herself up, and you found yourself collapsing back into the lush bedding, despite knowing it would soon have to be changed.

a few words were exchanged between rita, liz, and casey once casey returned, dressed, from the bathroom, and the pair left shortly after, hands linked together as they left. once gone, rita turned to you, and you noted she was still wearing the harness with the strap-on. a mischievous grin was on her face, her eyes rich with lust, the intensity scorching through her hooded hazel eyes. your brows furrowed slightly as she approached you again.

“you were so good for them, and ultimately me, kitten, but we’re not done,” rita husked, crawling onto the bed. “turn over, princess. i want you on all fours. i want to see that sweet, sweet pussy.”

you followed her command eagerly, propping yourself up on your hands and knees, knowing still that despite being sensitive from the recent encounter, you could still take more. her hands sought your hips early, one of them moving back to your pussy, tracing a finger over the cum that was still slowly bubbling out of your lips. your clit was swollen, throbbing with need again as she taunted you with the pads of her fingers.

“my work friends made you such a mess, kitten. did you enjoy being used by them?” you were puzzled briefly by her words. work friends? but the thought was interrupted by rita’s two fingers plunging into you, exploring your walls, and you moaned loudly at the sensation. “yes ma’am, oh my fuck-” another chuckle came from behind you as she continued to scissor her digits within your walls. “for the rest of the night, you are mine, understood?” she asked, and you nodded eagerly, her torment continuing as her fingers plunged deeper into you. “it’s dripping out of you, sweetheart. do you like being mommy’s fuckdoll? did you like getting filled with our cum?”

at this point you were definitely misbehaving and she was definitely allowing you to get away with it as you pushed back onto her fingers, nearly fucking yourself with them. this action would have previously earned you a hard swat to the cheeks, but this time, rita just laughed and continued to tease you. her weight shifted suddenly, and her fingers moved from your cunt. the sound of a bottle being opened followed it, and a few familiar sounds of rita licking her fingers, and something else. the bottle clicked shut, and rita’s weight shifted again before you felt the head of the cock pressed against your entrance.

“do you remember what i said earlier?” you racked your brain, attempting to recall rita’s words, if she had laid out any specific rules, or outlined anything new you’d be trying, but your brain was so hazy with need that you shook your head. “i said, you’re mine.”

her hands gripped your hips before she slammed into you unexpectedly, causing your arms to buckle and you were face down in the bedding. the pleasure was beyond anything imaginable, feeling rita’s cock dragging across your gspot, hitting it over and over again. “fuck-” you yelped out, your peak heightening again, threatening to spill out on the toy. knowing this, rita wound a hand around your waist, and pulled your back flush against her chest, holding your wobbling frame against her as she continued to plunge into you with ease.

“ma’am, please!” you gasped, the heat coursing through your veins a final time as rita sank her teeth gently into the crook of your neck, soothing the burn with her tongue shortly after. “please what, kitten?” she continued between her thrusts. “please let me come!” you begged, teetering on the edge of your summit. you knew that this one would be stronger than the last, and at that moment, rita pulled out of you which drew a whine from you.

“patience, kitten. you’ll get to come,” rita mentioned, hands roaming across your body again. “i just want to be deep inside of you. turn over for me.” you did as asked, quite enthusiastically, in fact, and marveled in the sight of rita strapped with the toy that dripped with your juices and the cum.

your arms intuitively wrapped around her neck, your legs around her hips as she began plunging into you, and it took no time until the ionizing embers ignited in your core again. the spark kindled the ascent towards your peak, and this time, rita leaned into you, her lips meeting your neck. "let go," she murmured, sucking a scalding mark into your neck as the inferno erupted through you.

just as you felt one of rita's hands wandered to the toy, squeezing it a final time, you let out a loud shriek of pleasure. her cum flooded through your walls, and your body bucked underneath her as she held onto you tightly, marking your neck, effectively claiming you as hers. you'd never felt an orgasm like that before, rolling through your entire body, stoking every ounce of satisfaction in your body. something else ignited too, though you couldn't place your finger to the pulse of it.

rita softly fucked you through your orgasm, and in return, fucked the cum into you deeper, stilling as you came down from your climax before easing out of you. the cum spilled out of your entrance, leaking down your inner thighs, and you shivered at the sight of rita stepping out of the harness and retrieving a washcloth to clean you up. you felt sloppy, but in a wonderful way, and you sighed as rita cleaned you, purring about how good you were.

you retrieved some pyjamas from the bedside table, below the drawer, and rita removed her clothes, changing into a set of silky pyjamas, and pulled you underneath the covers with her. you snuggled into her embrace, sighing as she placed a series of soft intimate kisses to your neck. "i have a confession to make, sweetheart," rita whispered, barely audible. had it not been for how close you were, you may not have heard her. "mmm?" you mumbled, a sleepy haze clouding your ability to respond. "i've developed feelings for you."

if this had been anyone else, you would have bolted up in bed, ambled into your street clothes, and encouraged them to gain some perspective in the dynamic you were in, but this was rita, and you'd have been lying to yourself if you didn't feel the same flurry of emotions in her presence. "i have, too," you admitted quietly. you felt her body weight shift as she pulled you closer to her, wrapping her arm around your waist as sleep lulled you into a calm slumber. "talk about it tomorrow?" she asked, pausing to add, "after work?"

you nodded, relishing every second of the intimacy that had built tonight, the convictions you had felt in your heart solidified. you couldn't wait to discuss where this was headed, eager for tomorrow, and an endless bliss with rita.

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a/n: sorry for this taking so long, and i thank you for bearing with me to get this posted. i'm currently going through a rough writer's patch, and am having a lot of trouble with writer's block on/off. i go through days of intense inspiration and then...... nothing. i'm also working like, 12 day-in-a-row shifts, so i'm stretched very thin mentally, rn. anyway, i appreciate the continuous support, and i fiiinally got something written. i hope y'all enjoyed it.

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