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cheekycheesecake01

3 months ago

WLW smut is so much more comforting than lesbian porn. WLW smut is real and raw... lesbian porn is repulsive cuz male gaze.... I'm genuinely so thankful I found a wlw space on here. It makes me more comfortable with the sapphic aspect of my pansexuality. As someone with a bad case of internalized homophobia due to their sexuality being fetishized for years... I thank you for posting this. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Reap What You Sow ~Post-S21!Daddy!Olivia Benson xFem Sub!Reader

Summary— Set in post season 21, where Liv is Captain. Reader decides to tease Olivia throughout the day and smutty punishment ensues later that night when Liv can finally do something about it…

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, semi-public smut, spanking, daddy kink, degradation, praise, implied orgasm denial, degradation kink, praise kink, impact play, teasing, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your head hung low, over your shoulders and over the woman’s knees. It was after hours and you were bent over Olivia’s lap in her office. With another sharp crack to your barren ass, you jolted up slightly and let out a desperate mewl.

“Six—teen Daddy!!” You cried out.

You expect to feel another sharp smack to your ass, but instead you felt the woman’s hand gently rubbing your pink flesh.

“That’s it, such a good girl for Daddy.” Olivia cooed.

Pretty soon, her fingers trailed in between your legs and past your panties. She found your slick core, drenched in arousal, so wet it made you dizzy.

“Ooh Baby you’re soaked…” Liv purred, “Did Daddy make you this way…?”

You nodded vigorously, as one of her digits swiped through your folds.

“Yes yes all for Daddy, so wet for Daddy…!” You mewled.

After bringing her arousal coated digit up to her mouth and licking your juices clean off, the brunette gently caressed and squeezed your supple skin. Your body was left burning for more.

“Have you learned your lesson, sweetie…?” Liv condescendingly cooed.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes Daddy yes yes please…!” You pled, “I’m sorry mm sorry—!”

“Sorry for what, baby…?”

“Mmm sorry for dressing up…! Sorry for distracting you!”

“You mean, you’re sorry for dressing like a slut, right…?? Daddy’s girl can’t just show up to work dressed to whore herself out… no matter whether Daddy will see her or not…” Liv spat.

You bit your lip and tensed up, as her digits dug into your left ass check possessively as she spoke. You let out a desperate mewl and nodded swiftly.

“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry please…!! I’m sorry I’m such a slut, can’t help it Daddy!” You babbled.

Your ass was smacked with a swift Crack!! again. This one went all to your core, as you felt your juices start to leak down your thighs.

“Oooooh Seventeen D-daddy!!” You cowled.

“Beg Daddy to give you mercy.” Liv demanded.

“P-please please Daddy— I… I need you Daddy!! I need your cock or your fingers or your mouth or anything Daddy please… I’ll be good I promise, Mmm so sorry Daddy pleaseee…!!” You begged.

In one fluid motion, two of Olivia’s fingers snaked back in between your legs and slid inside your gushing cunt. They pumped and curled inside you, making your toes curl and your mouth foam. You wanted to scream in pleasure, but you bit your tongue.

“Such a good girl for Daddy…” Liv cooed lustfully.

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Cannoli's and Carisi's

Sonny Carisi x fem!reader

391 word count

fluff tooth rotting fluffy. So much tooth rotting fluff you may want a dentist on standby.

Sunday dinner had become a tradition. Ever since Sonny introduced me to his parents, we made the trip to Staten Island every week for Sunday dinner. But this Sunday was special—it was Christmas.

The kitchen smelled of cinnamon and vanilla as I carefully filled the cannoli shells, placing each one neatly onto a plate. The creamy ricotta mixture was smooth beneath my spoon, and I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride at how perfect they looked.

Just as I finished another, I felt a warm presence behind me. Sonny strolled in, grinning, and before I could react, he snatched a finished cannoli from the plate.

“Hey!” I scolded, but he only grinned wider as he bit into it, chewing quickly before finishing it off in a second bite.

“Mmm,” he hummed in approval, licking a stray bit of cream from his thumb. “Babe, these are amazing. You could open a bakery.”

I rolled my eyes. “Dominick Carisi Jr.,” I said, crossing my arms. “What would your mother think, stealing cannolis before dinner?”

Sonny, completely unbothered, reached for another. “Ma used to let me eat them as she made ‘em,” he said, flashing me his best innocent look.

I scoffed. “Liar.”

He gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “Are you calling me a liar?”

“Yes.” I giggled, trying to shove him away as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me into a warm hug, his laughter vibrating against my back.

Before I could react, he swiped a finger through the cannoli filling and smeared it across my nose. I gasped. “Sonny!”

The kitchen filled with laughter as I playfully swatted at him, my heart full and warm despite the chilly winter air outside. He caught my hands in his, pulling me close once more. His eyes softened, his usual playful demeanor replaced with something more tender.

“You know,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

“Oh yeah?” I teased, still slightly breathless from our little game.

He nodded, his expression earnest. “Because I met you. Because you love me.”

I smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek. “I do love you.”

And as he kissed me, I knew that no matter how chaotic these Sunday dinners could get, they would always be my favorite tradition.