Rita Calhoun x fem!reader
Warnings: language, smut, minor Dom/sub elements.
You were insanely glad when Rita’s apartment really was just around the corner and you were able to walk. You didn’t think you had it in you to sit in a cab for even five minutes without anxiety racing through you, this way you could at least burn it off with the activity without worrying too much about having to make small talk.
When she let you into her apartment you weren’t surprised at its vastness, the floor to ceiling windows looking over the Manhattan skyline. You were distracted taking in the view, your eyes picking up on little things neatly scattered around her space that you missed her stepping out of her shoes, carefully placing them beside your casually thrown off sandals, adding her purse to the kitchen island where you’d tossed yours. You practically jumped at the feeling of her hands ghosting over your hips from behind, her voice husking over the shell of your ear.
“The view’s even better at sunset.”
You squeaked in reply when her lips softly pressed into the side of your neck while her hands rested on your hips. Your head lolled to the side instinctively to give her better access to trail her lips across the column of sensitive skin. A soft moan escaped your lips when she tested the waters, teeth gently sinking into your pulse point, you could feel the way her lips curved into a smirk against your skin.
Her hands pulled you flush to her chest and she invaded your senses and mind, the only thing you could manage to think of was her and just how incredible you knew she could make you feel. Her hands tickled up your sides as she continued to litter your exposed skin with kisses, the expensive perfume all you could smell as she enveloped you under her spell.
“Bedroom.” You managed to muster out, “now.”
Rita chuckled darkly, and if you’d been paying any actual attention you would’ve noticed the gleam in her eyes at your eagerness to get started. The instant the door to her room was shut you practically pounced on her, hungrily pulling her toward you for a kiss, melting into her frame as your lips finally met. You felt feverish, like this was a dream you were going to wake up from in the blink of an eye, the sudden bite she left on your lower lip made you realize that it was really real. This was actually happening and you weren’t going to forget a second of it.
Her hands snuck under your tank top, pushing it up, only breaking the kiss for a moment to pull it over your head. In return yours found their way to the clasp on the back of her dress, undoing it and tugging the zipper down, letting it drop to her feet. You barely managed to register the stunning lingerie set she had on underneath, either she was just that fancy, or had gone out with the intention of getting laid tonight.
Swiftly, she made work of your bra, her lips never once leaving yours, tongue plunging with grace into your mouth, massaging against your own. She cupped at your bare chest, pulling a groan from you as she tweaked at your nipples, pinching them to hardened peaks. Your hands scrambled against her body, the desire to feel her skin on yours taking over all of your needs, whining into the kiss as you nearly struggled with getting her bra off. She smiled softly into the kiss, a hand coming up to cup at your head, pulling your hair out of it’s up-do as it cascaded over your shoulders. Her fingers tangled into your locks, tugging gently at the roots while you groaned into the kiss at the sensation. Her other hand tickled down your body, barely slipping under the waistband of your panties when you broke the kiss with a gasp.
“Need you…”
“Patience darling.” She grinned, the hand in your hair sliding down to cup your cheek.
“No.” You sunk to your knees in front of her, practically pouting up at her, your hands tickling at her hips as your lips pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, “please?”
“You certainly are a good girl, aren’t you?”
“When I want to be.”
You managed to find a little bit of courage, maybe it was the fact that you were so close to what you were aching for, maybe it was the gin from earlier, but you knew what you wanted and weren’t about to shy away from it right now. Rita chuckled, her hand caressing at your face again as her thumb traced over your skin, you caught the digit in your mouth, sucking it softly before nipping it with your teeth. You leant forward, your face nuzzling into the apex between her legs, letting out a soft moan at the dampness of the lace, the intimate smell of her that you couldn’t possibly get enough of if you tried. You dared to lick at her through the flimsy material, your tongue tracing over her covered clit until you reached the waistband.
“Please?” You repeated, your teeth tugging lightly at the hem of her panties and she chuckled again.
“How could I possibly say no when you look so fucking pretty on your knees for me?” She smirked and you shot her a wicked grin, teeth still biting down on her panties as you eagerly pulled them down her legs.
“Fuck…” you swore quietly now that she was bare in front of you, “you’re so fucking hot.”
Rita was suddenly thankful that you hadn’t progressed far into the room, able to drop her body back against the door as your mouth started to ascend up to her cunt. One of your hands grasped at her thigh, turning it out and pinning it against the door for better access to what you so deeply desired.
Little kisses peppered across her skin, your teeth barely scraping at her thighs before they sunk in, biting at the tender flesh, pulling a soft groan from her. Not wanting to tease her, and not wanting to have to wait a moment longer before your mouth was truly on her you surged forward, burying your face into her pussy. Your tongue laid a broad stroke through her lower lips, flicking against her clit before your mouth made home in her heat. You sucked and lapped her up like a woman starved, like you could stay there all night. And honestly, you easily could have. She was sweet, delicious, like nothing you’d ever tasted before and you knew in that instant you would never be able to get enough of Rita Calhoun no matter how hard you tried.
For the very briefest moment, she had been concerned about your knees on the hardwood floor, but that thought left her mind nearly the instant your mouth hit her pussy. She was almost surprised with how talented that tongue of yours was, with how well you could read her every move, adjusting until you found exactly what it was that made her tick. Her hand tangled into your hair again, pulling your face impossibly close to her as she found herself absolutely lost in pleasure, swears and moans louder than she was used to letting out bouncing through the room.
“Fuck baby…you’re so fucking good at that.” She husked out, feeling your lips smirk on her skin, the brief vibration of your chuckle sending shivers through her body.
Your free hand moved to her cunt, fingers toying with her while your mouth continued to fuck her until she was practically whining with need. You took pride with your ability to take the normally prestigious and wordy attorney to a place where she was a whimpering mess unable to form a coherent sentence. Your fingers slipped into her and the hand she had in your hair tightened as you fucked her earnestly. With each pump of your hand your fingers curled, easily finding the sensitive spot within her walls while your lips wrapped around her clit, feeling it pulse within your mouth. Rita began to shudder between you and the door, her thighs quaking against it, weakened to the point of moans and mumbled swears as the passion shot through her. It was with a very heavy tug on your hair, her pussy clenching down around your fingers and a strangled cry that she came, panting above you, her juices dribbling down your hand.
“Holy fuck..” her chest heaved, her eyes shut as her head was thrown back against the door. It was only when you giggled that her eyes shot open again, that adorable sound, the slight mischievous grin on your lips as you gazed up at her. The pride that swelled within your eyes at the fact that you could pull such a powerful orgasm from such a powerful woman, the only thought that raced through her mind was that she should’ve taken the leap to get you in her bed earlier. The hand still tangled in your hair tugged lightly, “get up here.”
You let out a squeal as her lips met yours instantly, smiling at the groan she let out at the taste of herself on your tongue. You yelped again when she suddenly picked you up, carrying you through the room before dropping you on the bed.
“What do you want darling? Hands? Mouth?”
“Toys?” You meekly replied, tugging your lower lip into your mouth hesitantly as you glanced up at her and it was her turn to chuckle.
“You want my cock?” She grinned and you let out another one of those giggles that made her absolutely weak in the knees.
“Please.” You nodded earnestly, watching as she stepped over to the beside table, shuffling through the drawer before pulling out the strap. Your mouth went dry as you watched her pull it on, dildo heavily hanging from it’s frame. “Fuck….” You swiftly crawled to the side of the bed, your mouth now watering at the thought of sucking on it, but Rita’s hand shot out, cupping your chin as she turned your gaze up to hers.
“Let’s save that for later darling.” She grinned, “right now…let me take care of you.”
“Yes M’am.” Your eyes glistened with desire as her thumb ran over your lips once again, settling back on the bed.
Rita dropped back over you, her lips meeting yours again in a needy kiss that you very eagerly accepted while her hands traced down your body. You couldn’t help but groan when her fingers found your pussy, skillfully sinking into it as your head dropped back into the pillows.
“Fuck me…please…” your words were breathless but very insistent. Rita’s fingers scissored in you, watching how your skin flushed, how your hips chased her hands before she assured you were ready for her.
The tip of the toy slid through your pussy, coating in your juices and you whined out again. As if there was a noise you made that turned her on more than your giggle, Rita could barely handle herself as she gently sunk into you. You let out a quiet swear, your eyes scrunching shut as your fingers clenched into her bicep.
“God you feel good.” You muttered, a gasp breaking from your lips as she began to thrust into you. Any sense of words or thoughts was lost on you nearly instantly at the feel of her cock dragging against your walls. Rita’s mouth trailed its way down your neck once again, biting and kissing at the supple skin briefly, pulling soft moans from you before she ducked lower. Her hips kept up the steady pace, fucking into you quickly, snapping against your own while her lips wrapped around your chest, sucking and teasing at your nipples. Your hand wound into the back of her head, pulling you to her while the heat coursed through you, the coil beginning to burn within you. Your moans turned into whines, strings of swears as she pulled every sensation out of your body that you didn’t even know was possible.
Her lips suddenly met yours in a bruising kiss as her hand snuck between your bodies, furiously rubbing at your clit as she continued to pound into you. As much as you wanted the feel of her lips on yours while you came you weren’t sure you could handle it, breaking the kiss with a loud moan.
“Oh fuck Rita!” Your body began to tremble beneath hers, whimpers escaping from your lips, “oh fuck..oh fuck…I’m coming…”
“Be a good girl.” She husked into your ear, “come all over my cock.”
Her words were all it took for you to practically scream out into the room, your pussy clenching down around the toy as your body shuddered. Tears practically leaking out of your eyes as she slowed her thrusts until she was lazily fucking you through the aftershocks, her hand softly stroking at your cheek. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your arm tossed over your face for a few moments, noting that she’d slipped out of you, the sound of the toy being tossed back into the drawer before the bed sunk with her weight as she dropped back down into it. You started to gain your thoughts back as you caught your breath, your arm dropping to your side instead of covering your face.
“Guess I should call a cab…”
“Oh darling.” She chuckled darkly, “like hell I’m done with you already.”
Your head rolled on the pillow to face her, a near bewildered expression on your face.
“Oh?”
She laughed softly, tugging you to her gently,
“Take some time first. Then we can explore some more.”
“Sounds amazing.” You smirked softly, pressing a kiss to her skin as you nestled into her body.
**
Part of you felt it was hours later, part of you felt like it had only been minutes since Rita had been making you nearly scream with pleasure when your nose scrunched at the brightness of the room, the swooshing sound of curtains opening. You grumbled in distaste and you heard Rita chuckle, causing you to sleepily open your eyes, your vision skewed by the way your face was buried in her pillows considering you were sleeping on your stomach. You rubbed at your eyes softly as Rita perched herself on the edge of the bed.
“You look dressed for work.” You mumbled, your voice heavy with sleep, “thought it was Saturday.”
“Well unfortunately the law doesn’t sleep.” She grumbled in reply, her hand stroking at your cheek. You yawned, nearly burying yourself deeper into the very comfortable pillows.
“Suppose this is you kicking me out.” You mumbled and she laughed softly.
“I can leave you a key if you’d like.” She offered and your face turned, shooting her an intrigued eye.
“Really?” You shifted, rolling onto you side, “you give keys to all your one night stands? You must change your locks one hell of a lot.” You teased and she scoffed.
“I only give keys to the ones I hope will stick around.”
“Oh?” This caught your attention, suddenly sitting up, holding the sheet to your naked frame.
“Darling.” She smiled, nearly pinching at your chin, “I’d very much like to see you again. Maybe dinner? Next weekend?”
“I’d love that.” You smiled, letting out a soft giggle, “but I will get out of your hair for now. I’d hate to be a bother.”
“You are nothing of the sort.” She pressed a soft kiss to your temple as you slipped out of her bed and she couldn’t help but drag her eyes up your naked body as you began to tug on your clothes.
“I guess I’ll be seeing you sooner rather than later?” You quirked a brow as you turned back to her, now fully dressed.
“You very much will.” She smirked, cupping your cheek as her lips met yours once again, “and I look forward to it.”
In turn, you let out one of those adorable giggles that Rita found completely insufferable before you scurried your way out of her apartment. As if she wasn’t done for enough before, she was completely enamoured now.
Warnings: language, heavy flirting, light Dom/sub qualities, alcohol consumption.
“Hey!” You bounded up to the bar, hands perched on the edge, trying not to touch the sticky parts as you waited for the bartender to turn to you, “you guys have bottles of water?”
“Yeah.” He dug one out of the cooler, dropping it down in front of you, “four seventy five.”
“For water!?” Your nose scrunched, “this better be straight from the fucking Swiss Alps.”
“That or tap sweetheart.” He sassed back and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m putting her in a cab so unless you want your glassware stolen, I’ll take your ridiculously overpriced water.” Your hand reached to your pocket to pull out your debit card and you heard a small chuckle from a foot to your left, glancing up you nearly jumped, “Ms Calhoun…I…didn’t even realize you were here.”
“It’s close to home.” She shrugged casually, “and you can call me Rita.” You couldn’t help but gulp when you felt her gaze drag up your body before she turned to the bartender, “put that on my tab please.” She gestured to the bottle of water and the bartender nodded.
“Oh….thank you…you really don’t have to though.”
“I insist.” She smiled, “come back over and I’ll buy you a real drink if you’d like?”
“I would.” You muttered out, a small giggle escaping your lips that you couldn’t help.
“Someone’s birthday?” She gestured over to your group of friends. While you truthfully hadn’t known she was there, she’d been keeping a little eye on you since your group had arrived. It had been a while since she’d last seen you, and you were usually in business casual or scrubs. Tonight the heat of the day had lingered in the city, leaving you in shorts and a tank top, your hair pulled up off your neck.
“No.” You sighed softly, “Cynthia just passed her boards.” You gestured to the friend the water must’ve been for, slightly teetering on her feet beside your table.
“Which hospital are you at again?”
“Mercy. E.R.” You grimaced at the sight of Cynthia reaching for a leftover shot on the table, “I really need to get her in a cab, I’ll be back.”
“I’ll be waiting.” Rita winked and you all about lost your breath as her lips tugged an olive off the toothpick from her drink.
You’d known Rita for years, hell, it felt like she’d been flitting in and out of your circle for your entire life. She was one of the closest friends your Uncle actually had, so that wasn’t surprising. Though over the past five or so years, since you’d started your work in the medical world, your paths seemed to cross more often professionally. Running into each other in court room halls, or Rafael’s office during testimony prep.
Despite having known her for so long you were still kind of intimidated by her, she was always impeccably dressed, astonishingly put together, and her way with words made you absolutely melt. The one time she’d crossed you during a trial you had to struggle to keep any facts in your brain and control the shake in your voice. Rafael had apologized for it afterwards, saying he hadn’t prepared you enough for someone like Calhoun. You brushed it off, rather than opting to tell your Uncle the real reason behind your nerves was that you found his best friend, who was definitely more than fifteen years older than you, ferociously attractive and the entire time she’d been grilling you on the witness stand you’d been thinking about her bending you over it and railing you to oblivion.
No. Rafael certainly wouldn’t have liked that answer.
Rita on the other hand, well, to be blunt, she wasn’t stupid. She knew it wasn’t nerves, she’d seen you testify before, you always held your composure, tactful and to the point. She admired your intelligence, knowing just how fast on your feet you had to think and work as an E.R nurse. She also admired the woman you’d grown to be, you certainly weren’t Barba’s kid niece anymore. While she watched you half carry Cynthia out of the bar she smirked, remembering the day you’d been dropping off coffee at Rafael’s office, after you’d left she turned to him with a simple ‘she turned out very cute’. That comment alone earned her one of the coldest glares she’d ever gotten from Rafael and she was curious just how far under his skin she could get when it came to you.
A wave of heat breezed through the bar as you swung the door open and came back into the room, pulling her from her sinful thoughts. You scooped up your bag from the now abandoned table and almost timidly approached her at the bar, sliding into the stool next to her.
“You think she’ll make it home vomit free?” She raised a brow in the direction of the door and you laughed.
“Probably. She’s just lucky she doesn’t have to work tomorrow.”
“Are you scheduled?” She asked and you shook your head. It was Friday, but she knew the shift work that came with a job like yours.
“No. I only let myself indulge in more than one drink if I’m off the next day. Don’t want to risk being hungover at work, gotta keep a clear head.”
“Good strategy.” She flagged the bartender down, “what are you having?”
“Gin and soda please.”
“Make that sapphire.” Rita instructed, referring to the brand before she turned to you, squeezing at your wrist, “nothing but top shelf darling.”
“Thanks.” You felt your cheeks heat from both the pet name and the physical contact.
“Not to sound cliched but, are you a regular patron here?”
“No.” You laughed, “the girls wanted to come here for those bucket drinks they have on special.”
“No wonder things got so messy. I take it you didn’t partake?”
“They’re not really my style, too much sugar, makes the hangover way worse.” You squeezed the lime into your drink, “God sometimes I miss being twenty two and not even getting hangovers.” Rita barked out a laugh at that, grin on her lips as she turned her gaze to you.
“You’re telling me.” She smirked, “hopefully one more won’t hurt. I simply can’t resist buying a drink for the prettiest girl in the room.”
“Oh I don’t…” your words were lost to a gibberish giggle as she smiled softly across at you.
“You’ve certainly got my attention.” Reaching out Rita tucked a piece of loose hair behind your air, her fingers curling under your chin to tilt your gaze back up to her, “don’t be shy now, I know there’s a feisty girl somewhere in there.”
“Yes M’am.” It slipped out without you even really realizing the context that you were saying it, your eyes widening at what may have been a terrible misstep. Rita simply chuckled, her fingers sliding off your skin leaving a heat burning where she’d touched you (among other places).
“Good girl.” You gulped, the heat jumping below the belt this time as you rubbed your thighs together in search of some relief. “Now…what do you say you finish that drink and we get out of here?”
“You…do remember I’m a Barba…right?”
She simply shrugged, flagging down the bartender to settle her tab. She swiftly signed the credit card receipt, leaning in close enough that her perfume invaded your senses as you sucked back the end of your drink.
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
Life’s too precious. If you feel like this, please know that it gets better. And that people are always happy to lend an ear; heck drop me a message too. But never, ever think about taking your own life.
Remember when Amanda and Olivia went to that fertility center and pretended to be lesbians and it seemed so natural and fitting??? Rolivia is real.
Imagine the POWER they would have as a couple and it would also further explain why they butt heads all the time and theres honestly still a little personal tension between them now so many years later, even when they aren’t talking about Rollin’s previous gambling issues or when they are butting heads about an opinion on a case. Initially it was just bc she came so soon after Stabler left and there was so much sudden change within the team, but so many years have past now. It made sense in the beginning when they met bc of the circumstances of Stabler leaving and everything, but imagine a big reveal that unexplained tension was really unregistered attraction towards each other 😙👌👌👌👌
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