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[rafaslittleboy]

I love shipping "problematic" ships that cause people outrage 🤭

[rafaslittleboy]

INTERVIEW 023. CONNOR (DBH) murdrtober oct 10th. CNC

You know you can’t win against Connor. The best option is for you to submit and let him have his way. 900+ words MDNI 18+

You know you can’t win against Connor. No matter what you compete against him in. You can’t beat him at chess, you can’t beat him at pop culture Jeopardy!, you can’t even beat him in random trivia that concerns your own family members. You know this, and yet you still try. 

So really, it’s plain human era caused by your ego that has you here—unable to beat Connor in a match of physical strength, one of the many things he was designed to be better than humans at. 

You can push and shove all you want, but Connor isn’t getting off of you. Not until he decides he’s done. 

You put up a fight before, politely telling him that this isn’t what you invited him over for, getting firmer the more he persisted, swatting his hands away, before deciding to leave the bubble created by the situation all together. 

But you could walk ten paces all you wanted, Connor was simply going to walk to you in eight paces. He was in control of you, whether you liked it or not. 

When Connor decided he was going to have you, it wasn’t a decision you were allowed to make. He wanted to have his way with you, and you could either fuss and cry and make it harder for both of you, or submit. 

You’ve made your decision, but having Connor smirk down at you about it makes you reconsider.

“I knew you would give in.” His hands grip your hips, his touch firm as he keeps you still while he drives into you without much consideration. There’s no particular calculation to each of his thrusts, as if he’s simply doing this for himself and not for you. Yet, every few strokes he hits something in you, something that makes your back arch and your eyes roll back. 

You didn’t want this, but when he hits that trigger within you, you almost completely give in and beg for him to give you more. But the smug look he has on his face makes your stomach turn and you screw your mouth shut. 

Connor chuckles and shakes his head. A few strands of hair fall out of place over his pale skin. 

“Keeping that mouth shut doesn’t do anything,” he raises his eyebrows, cocking his head in that way you’ve only seen him do to suspects. “I can tell how much you want this. I can read your vitals, you know that. I can hear how fast your heart is beating.” He slides one hand up and cups your tit. “I can tell where all that blood is flowing.” His other hand slips down, his thumb singled out and pressing into your clit. Before you can control it, a whimper slips out. It’s small, barely audible to your own ears, but you knew Connor would hear. His eyebrow twitches up, but he doesn’t comment on it. 

“You want this,” he reiterates, “And I bet that makes you feel shameful, right? A little humiliated?” He takes a second, rolling his cock into you in a way that lets you feel every single thing. Briefly, you thank the workers at CyberTech for giving this man such a perfect cock, one that feels so right in you even whenever it feels foreign. Like love at first sight, every single time. 

Connor’s eyes flutter shut when your cunt flutters around him, a reaction you wish you could’ve controlled, either to prevent it from happening, or to do it once more just to see the face he makes. He composes himself after a few moments. 

“But I bet you like the humiliation, too, don’t you? Such a dirty girl.”

You try to kick at his waist, maybe in an attempt to prove that you still didn’t consent to this, but Connor doesn’t move. He stands still, an unmoving force when faced with your feeble strength. He simply leans over, laying his weight onto you and pushing you further into the mattress, and continues his work, leaving your legs uselessly dangling off of the bed. 

This comes naturally to Connor in a way that is manufactured. He explained it to you once, how he sees graphics detailing the probability of success for his missions—big or small. How he’s given options by his processing unit, routes to take for the best outcome. You asked him if that all happened during times like these, when you were mewling and spreading your legs for him, and he told you it depends on the situation. You can tell he’s using it now. The way his orb glows yellow and spins as he considers, and then displays a solid blue when you respond well to something. 

He’s never one to half-ass anything, even if it’s something as trivial as enacting a fantasy for you. 

You shouldn’t be surprised when he goes the extra mile. 

He takes his torso off of you and pushes your legs up, his thrusts speeding up all the while. “‘M gonna …” he says, over and over again, and you think he’s warning you of his impending orgasm. Which, he is, just not in the way you expected. 

“Gonna put a baby in here since you like this so much. Make you mine forever, keep you around for me to use whenever I would like.”

The fear settles in your throat, squeezing out words before you can even properly organize them. They all come out as jumbled pleas for Connor to at least pull out.

He shakes his head, his tongue sliding over his teeth before flicking out over his lips. His fingers twitch along the grip he has on your thighs and his eyebrows furrow. 

Connor doesn’t dignify you with any more responses. He only lets his head hang as he pumps you full of his cum, completely ignoring your whining cries. 

[rafaslittleboy]

weird take but do you write for male readers? like big brother sonny x male! reader? it’s ok if you don’t want to write for afab male reader

hi! I do write afab male reader! request what you’d like and I’ll add it to my list of things to write!

[rafaslittleboy]

Hey I was curious if you had any works coming out soon?

P.s I love all you fics

hi! I do, actually. I have a few I’m working on! I appreciate the love ��❤️

[rafaslittleboy]

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[rafaslittleboy]

yea plz can i request yandere gross rapey dad sonny? ty

elaborate in a prompt pls and I’ll get started on it 🙏🏻

[rafaslittleboy]

I miss your stories

I know im sorry 😭😭 I think I’ve hit a stump at the minute, I have tons of ideas but none of them make me want to actually write it 😭😭 if you’ve got any ideas feel free to ask them and I’ll see if it’s something I’d write about!

[rafaslittleboy]

completely new here but do you write wlw?

unfortunately not 😭 but my lovely @noellawrites does! I do however write non gendered reader and can write smut/whatever you’re wanting very ambiguously. Sorry!

[rafaslittleboy]

I need him biblically

[rafaslittleboy]

i am disappointed in the lack of priest!carisi fics in the svu world, like cmon y’all, do better! man literally said he wanted to a priest, use that kink to your advantage here

[rafaslittleboy]

Im from AO3, you dont know how happy i was discovering your blog here! (Maybe i did not see the name in AO3)

omfg I LOVE YOU 😭😭 I love it when people interact, it lets me know that people actually want content like mine. I hope what I’ve written so far is good ❤️

[rafaslittleboy]

I need to say this anonymously because I feel so dirty for thinking this but oh my god step brother Sonny with a breeding kink (maybe his wife can’t have kids but Sonny wants some?) so he holds you down (dub-con? I suppose, maybe a slightly established relationship.) and pumps you full of his cum going on about how you’ll look so good with his babies HAHDQJFJANDNAJ I NEED TO TEAR MY SKIN OFF I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT ugh just give me your babies pls Sonny

OMFGSHSB tws: stepcest, breeding kink, consensual step-incest, sly sex, quiet sex, dirty talk, coercion, AFAB reader, no gendered pronouns or persons or names, slight religious guilt.

NSFW under the cut

@noellawrites ❤️

Sonny’s hand was pressed against your mouth, trying to keep you as quiet as possible. The carisi household was either a quiet house or a house that was a few decibels higher than it should be. And right now, there was an unnatural middle—kids running around, the adults laughing downstairs—but if you made any noise higher than a whimper or a low moan, there would be a fifty percent chance it would be heard.

Tucked away in a bedroom closet, sonny was grinding his exposed cock on your wet with arousal underwear. Propped up on a low shelf, the position was just good enough for a quick, good fuck.

But sonny liked to take his time, to tease you.

“please,” you begged. It was muffled by his hand, and you tore your eyes from the cock that was rubbing against your clothed swollen clit.

“What was that?” Sonny teased, “couldn’t hear ya, need to speak up, kiddo.”

your hips tilted to try and catch the tip of his cock, but he was more skilled than you and continued to drag his cock on your crotch.

Sonny was kind, though, and he took his hand off your mouth temporarily to hear you out.

“please put your cock in me,” you begged, lust took over your body and mind that there wasn’t any shyness behind your voice. Only need.

Sonny smirked, “depends, baby… ya gonna make me put on a condom?”

Sonny knew your thoughts on protection; you figured you were too young to have a baby, with your whole life ahead of you—you didn’t want a baby to throw your life off track. With a shitty barista cafè job, still living with your mom and step-father at twenty-one years old and in college debt; this would be the worst time to get pregnant.

“Sonny…” you closed your eyes.

“C’mon… baby, would it really be that bad? Ya could move in with me—I’ll take care ‘a ya n’ the baby,”

Sonny’s mind was lust-clouded as well, but he meant what he said. If you got pregnant with his baby? He’d step up, be the father he was born to be.

“I can’t, sonny…”

Sonny pulled your damp underwear to the side and the fat, red head of his cock kissed your clit and you let out a low moan.

“Ya ever thought ‘bout how good it’ll feel when I go in raw, baby? Ever touch ya’self to the thought of me cummin’ in ya?”

You have, and you did. The condom was always put on because sonny respected you and respected the fact you didn’t want to get knocked up—and if you did, explaining to your parents that the father of your child was your own step-brother wouldn’t go down easily, either.

Your legs spread a little wider when he started to grind his cock through your wet pussy lips, closing your eyes to focus on the delight between your legs.

“Least lemme put it in raw, doll,” Sonny asked and he placed the pad of his thumb on your clit and rubbed slowly to further convince you. And it didn’t take much to do so.

“fuck… okay,” you breathe, agreeing.

Sonny smiled, gleefully, and bit his bottom lip as he eased the tip of his fat cock inside you.

The burn was what got you first, and after so long without having your big brother inside you, it felt brand new.

The moan that left your mouth was louder than he wanted, “shh—quiet,” he warned, and he slid a hand from your thigh to your cheek, and he put his thumb in your mouth.

“Feelth’s s’tho goothd,” you slurred around his thumb, and your eyelids were half-lidded. And his tip was barely inside you.

“Feels betta’ without a condom, huh?” Sonny smirked as he eased more of himself inside your sopping, tight pussy.

You nodded repeatedly, and your eyes glanced down to his cock slipping inside you and your eyelids fluttered shut.

“‘Magine how good it’ll feel if I cum in ya, baby.. feelin’ me spill inside of ya, fillin’ ya up….”

You moaned around his digit and tipped your head back against the cramped wall. His cock started to move inside of you, and you had forgotten what he felt like inside you, and then you wondered how you went so long without him pumping inside you.

Sonny took his thumb out from your mouth and used it to rub your clit, and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself quiet. “Really wanna fill ya up, baby,” Sonny moaned, tipping his head to the side.

Your pussy was unlike anything he’s ever felt before, so tight and grips him in the best way possible—and all he thinks about is cumming deep inside of you, filling you up and knocking you up. Hell, if his own girlfriend put out a little more then he wouldn’t have to drive all the way home to fuck his step-sibling—but by god, he loves it. Addicted, almost. The way your body gripped him and never wanted to let him go, how your arousal dripped from your pussy as he fucked you—no one has reacted as you have.

Your walls fluttered around his cock, the first telltale sign that you were close to an orgasm and with the added pleasure of his thumb rubbing your clit, it was happening fast.

You never expected a nice, long, sensual fuck in a cramped bedroom closet. The top of your step-brothers head had to hunch over as not to smack against the high shelf with each hard thrust of his hips. And Sonny knew your body somehow better than yourself, playing it like an instrument for so many years now. Imagining it as he touched himself as night.

“Ya gonna cum, baby?” Sonny groaned.

You nodded, feeling your lower pelvis bubble with anticipation of the orgasm creeping up on you.

“Uh huh,” you moaned.

Sonny’s cock moved inside you harder, banging you hard against the wall as he chased his own orgasm.

“Gonna cum inside ya baby,”

Your eyes fluttered open, “n… no, sonny—can’t,”

“‘M gonna fill ya up with my baby, honey, see ya swell with my baby, fuck ya everyday til’ ya give birth.”

before you could say anything, your jaw dropped ever so slightly as sonny fucked you into a powerful orgasm—an orgasm only he could give you, you’ve come to learn. Your velvety walls sucked him in and that was just enough to tip sonny over the edge.

His back bowed over you and he stifled his groan by pressing his lips into your neck, pumping his cock somehow even deeper inside you as he came. You gasped as you felt the spurts of his cum inside you, your hands grasping at him and you didn’t know whether to push him away to pull him closer.

“Sonny,” you moaned, and your step-brother peppered kisses on your neck as he prolonged his orgasm.

“see? felt real good, didn’t it?”

What sonny didn’t expect was a hit to his solid chest, and he removed his face from your neck.

“I told you not to cum in me!” you told him in a hushed whisper, finger pointing into his chest.

“Too late now, anyway,” he said as he stood (as straight as he could in the closet) and his cock was still inside you. You couldn’t deny how good it felt, and he was totally right about that; but you told him from day one that you never wanted to even risk being knocked up.

“you’re gonna have to buy me a plan b,” you told him, “I can’t… I’ve told you i can’t get pregnant,”

“I ain’t buyin’ you plan b, sweetheart, it’s against our religion. hey, if god wants ya knocked up by me, then he’ll do it.”

Sonny only chuckled and kissed you, and you hesitated for a moment but you were always weak for him, kissing him back as he pulled out and the first thing you felt was your argument falling apart as you felt so empty, his cock filled you in the best possible way. Sonny watched in the dim light as his white cum started to drip out of you; then he took his finger and fucked it back inside you.

“Ain’t wastin’ that,” he commented.

“I hate you,” you mutter, and you don’t know if there’s any meaning behind it as he softly fingers your raw, swollen pussy; pushing his cum as deep as it could go.

“nah, ‘ya love me. or at least ‘ya pussy does,” he laughs, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

your stepbrother knew he had you hypnotized by his cock, and now his DNA was inside of you, ready to start making a baby inside you.

[rafaslittleboy]

Hcs of big brother sonny and you? nsfw maybe?

hii of course!

nsfw under the cut; incest, making out, fingering

- sonny learned after your first ever break up that no one was good enough for you, no one that could fit up-to his standards that he made for you other than him.

- so what did he do? he spent years getting you on the same page, slowly, and it finally happened when you turned twenty-one.

- he told your parents that there was no need to fork out money on a dorm room or a shared apartment when his apartment wasn’t far from you college—and that was enough convincing to have you move in with him.

- and it was perfect. he’d come home from a real rough shift and instead of coming home to a dark and cold apartment, it was illuminated by lamps and the smell of food warmed the place. he loved having someone to come home to.

- of course you share a bed, too. he wouldn’t be a well… what was he? was he your boyfriend? you kissed a few times, there was definitely something there romantically (even if you buried it because of how taboo it was). but he set up the small guest bedroom incase you wanted to sleep alone. (You only used it sometimes, the warmth of his presence in bed lulled you to sleep better than any podcast).

- you would make him lunch if you had time between classes and drop it off at the precinct.

- and god did it kill him that he couldn’t kiss you in front of his coworkers, show you off.

- instead, he would take the food and stand tall and kiss your hair and thank you.

nsfw under the cut

- sexually? the first thing you both ever done together was when you accidentally walked in on him stroking himself. he has worked thirteen hours and came home, showered, and you had started on making his dinner. you went in the room to tell him it was almost finished and saw him on the edge of the bed, T-shirt on and naked from the waist down.

- it was the first time you had seen it, too.

- long and thick, uncut, and a deep pink at the tip. and his large hand wrapped around his wet cock.

- instead of it being awkward, he asked you to come over.

- “you wanna watch, baby? was thinkin’ ‘bout you.”

- and your mouth went dry, but you sat beside him cautiously.

- and he slowly began stroking his cock again, and the sight went straight to your core. pressing your thighs together.

- “ya wanna touch it, honey?”

- and you done mental gymnastics, but nodded, and he softly and slowly took your limp hand and brushed your side fingers against his hard cock.

- “can I… can I stroke it? like.. what you were doing?”

- your hand can’t wrap around it, and he didn’t know how much that would turn him on until it happened.

- he sat back on his palms, his head tipping to the side as you stroked his cock, letting out little sighs every now and then.

- then when he got close? he was ordering you, his hand over yours to get the right tempo “fuck—jus’ like that, keep strokin’ me like that,”

- then he came with a deep groan, his milky cum spurting out and over both of your fists. it frightened you at first, but the ache in deep in your abdomen didn’t go away.

- the second thing he done with you was finger you before sleep. you ate normally after you jerked your big brother off, his warm load spurting on your hand and his. you couldnt stop thinking about it.

- you were in bed and his hand was stroking up and down the inside of your thigh.

- “wanna make you feel good,” he said as he nuzzled into your cheek.

- “i dunno…”

- sonny kissed your cheek and slid his hand into your underwear and rubbed you from the outside, his head resting on your shoulder as he focused on moving his long fingers.

- he waited until he felt your clear, warm slick on his fingers before he did anything.

- slowly inserting a finger and he didn’t miss how your body clenched violently, most likely the first time anything had been in you.

- slowly, one finger would curl into you and get to that little spot your short little fingers couldn’t even reach and you’d be GONE.

— sonny would be amused that you came so fast, but he would finger fuck you through it and whisper against your cheek that you were so good for him.

— and the way your insides gripped his thick finger went straight to his dick, he couldn’t stop thinking about how tight you would be if you came on his cock.

[rafaslittleboy]

A scene that was cut for time. Of course it was Carisi discussing what he believed in.

@iheartcarisi @poipoi1912

[rafaslittleboy]

this is the best fic I’ve ever read in my life noellawrites is SO talented and so underrated

Distance - dark!Sonny Carisi x sibling!reader

summary: your big brother Sonny comes home to visit and finds he has a lot to catch up on.

warnings: incest (kissing and touching), forced touching

notes: reader is gender neutral/no gendered terms, although ‘sweetheart’, ‘kid’, ‘kiddo’ and ‘baby’ are all used as terms of endearment.

requested by and written for @rafaslittleboy ❤️

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You usually kept your distance from your older brother. It was easy most of the time. He had a busy job as an ADA, a girlfriend (whom you didn't like) and her kids in the mix, not to mention the two of you living in completely different boroughs.

Deep down, there was one reason above all others, though. You both loved each other... in a way that wasn't normal for siblings.

When the holidays came around, it was unavoidable. Your siblings brought their kids or step-kids or husbands or partners and you were always just there, alone, listening to your Italian-American family get louder and louder as the night progressed.

And today was definitely not an exception.

The whole family was home celebrating your parents’ wedding anniversary. It was different from the typical family holidays where everyone and their own families came, sharing sleeping bags and blow up mattresses.

"(y/n), are there any boys or girls we should know about?” Gina’s voice cut through the room as the rest of your sisters and your brother turned around to watch your reaction closely. Your family was quite protective and romantic relationships were no exception. You and Bella still talk about how much you hate Amanda behind her back.

“No, I’m not really into the dating scene. I’m too busy with school and work,” you explain. Everyone nods in understanding and goes back to their conversations. All but Sonny, whose gaze lingers on you for another moment.

After dinner, you take a seat on the couch next to your niece, Mia, who was basically the same age as you so it felt weird calling her your niece. Amanda's kids somehow still hadn't run out of energy, so they were running around the kitchen and dining room. You said a silent prayer for your ma's china cabinet.

You nodded along deftly to the discussion, which had recently descended into an argument about having a family vacation next summer. It got hard to fake your interest after a while, so you decided to excuse yourself and go upstairs.

Checking your phone, you realized how late it was. You hoped to god that Amanda wouldn't be staying over. The last time that happened, you had to sleep on the couch while her two daughters got to sleep in your bed.

You crept into Sonny's childhood room, relics of his past still gracing the walls. Old sports trophies, stuffed animals, old toys.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a large book peeking out of his bookshelf. You remembered this vividly: it was one of the Carisi family photo albums.

You inch it off of the shelf and carry it over to Sonny's bed, sitting down on it while flipping open the photo book.

You skimmed through pictures of him as an altar server at your family's church, school field trips, pictures from the Police Academy, old girlfriends, family vacations.

And then you came to the page. The very first image was your mother holding her small bump, looking old and exhausted, pregnant at almost fifty. A twenty-three year old Sonny with his arms around her. You kept flipping. A messy-haired Sonny holding his little infant sibling and looking so proud.

You thought looking through the photos would help you realize how wrong you felt, but the lump in your throat grew. There were so many more photos of you and Sonny.

“Hey kid, what’cha doin’?”

Your heart banged in your chest and you turned your head, seeing your brother leaning against the doorframe.

“I-I’m sorry, Sonny—“ you said, hurriedly shutting the photo album and setting it on the floor.

“Nah, don’t be sorry. I look at ‘em sometimes too, feels like just yesterday I was holdin’ ‘ya in my arms,” he smiles, walking over and sitting next to you on his bed.

Your bodies draw into each other and you instinctively lean into his chest. There was something so special about your big brother, so much comfort in the fact that he’s always been there for you.

“I’m happy ‘ya home, kiddo. I miss seein’ ‘ya,” he smiles, ruffling your hair.

“I miss seeing you too. It’s not the same, living without my big brother,” you sigh.

You look up at your brother. Since he’d been promoted to detective and sent to Manhattan’s Special Victims Unit, you’ve noticed changes in him.

“I miss 'ya too, but it won't be too bad, me livin' in Manhattan. 'Ya always welcome to come 'n stay, kiddo," he says, and you nod, giving him a tight smile.

As you lean back into his chest, you feel his fingers tracing lower, lingering past your waist, in a move disguised as comfort.

"'Ya body's changed a lot since I last saw 'ya. Lookin' real good, kid. Really growin' up," he hums.

A soft blush rises up your cheeks. “That’s what happens when you’re too busy with work to come visit us,” you nudge playfully.

“I’m gonna change that, kiddo. I’m gonna be ‘round here a lot more, gonna make sure I ain’t missin’ nothin’,” he reassures.

You turn and press your face into the soft fabric of Sonny’s dress shirt, inhaling the smell of his woodsy cologne and bergamot laundry detergent.

“Good,” you smile, reaching a finger up to play with one of his shirt buttons.

Sonny looks down at your soothed expression as you toy with his shirt playfully. After stealing a quick glance at the door, he looks down and puts his hand over yours.

“Why don’t we take this off, hm?” he asks, starting to unbutton his shirt from the top.

Now, it was your turn to look at the door, still slightly ajar. Your heart pounded at the thought of one of your family members catching you in such a compromising situation with your brother.

“Go close it, sweetheart,” he orders, placing his hand on your cheek softly. You nod and mechanically obey.

You turn back around to see your big brother leaned back against the headboard, smirking, shirt open to expose his chest and slightly rounded stomach.

“Whatever this is… we shouldn’t be doing it,” you say hesitantly.

“Nah it’ll be our lil’ secret, kiddo. Been wantin’ ‘ya like this f’so long,” he groans.

You glance back to the door, even though you know you’ve already shut and locked it.

All of a sudden, your brother’s hand pulls you onto the bed and into his lap, laughing at your skittishness.

“Kiddo, ain’t nobody gonna hear us, alright? Banged plenty’a chicks in this room ‘n my day,” he laughs, reaching up to cup your cheek. “Jus’ gotta focus on me, hm?”

You lay across his parted legs, both of you shimmying further down the bed so you could lay comfortably on top of him. You could feel his hardening member against your legs and it made you want to curl up and turn away from him.

But you couldn’t.

Your big brother leans up slightly, placing his soft lips on yours. He deepens the kiss and you let out an accidental, blissful moan.

“‘Ya like that, baby?” he asks, amused, one eyebrow cocked.

You lean up to meet his lips and he sticks his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss, touching all over your body as you focus on him.

“Sonny, n-no—“ you gasp, moving his hand away from where it rested, toying with the band of your underwear with his long fingers.

“‘S okay baby, gonna feel good,” he promises, fingers dancing below the elastic and touching your nerve-filled skin.

As Sonny sticks a finger inside your hole, you try to hide your pained, uncomfortable wince.

Sonny leans into your lips again, kissing you passionately and leading you into a heated makeout session. You weren’t quite sure what to do except follow his lead, so you push your hand down to his crotch and rub at his hard cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart!” he hisses, mouth hanging open.

“Is th-this okay?” you squeak, eyes wide.

“God, kiddo, yeah, ‘s more than okay,” he moans, throwing his head back.

You’re not sure what else to do, so you lean down and give him a few soft kisses on his long, open neck.

You’d seen people do that on TV and it seemed to make them feel good, so you figured it couldn’t hurt.

“Pull ‘ma cock out, sweetheart,” he breathes, guiding your fingers to his pants zipper.

“Sonny, I-I don’t know if—“

“C’mon, sweetheart. ‘Ya wanna make ‘ya big brotha’ feel good, right? Wanna make me happy?” he urges.

“I-I guess so,” you say, voice wavering.

As you feel around to grab his cock and pull it out of his boxers, you hear your mom’s voice ring out from downstairs.

“Dessert is ready, everyone!” she calls, immediately causing an uproar from Amanda’s rowdy children and Bella’s little one that you could hear all the way upstairs.

You and Sonny looked at each other, wide-eyed.

“Go downstairs, kid. I gotta take care’a this first. ‘N later, we’ll have s’more fun,” he promises, giving you a dizzying kiss on the lips before nudging you off the bed.

You turn and walk to the door, your brother behind you jerking his cock off with labored breaths.

You opened the door, walked through and closed it behind you, knowing nothing would ever be the same between you.

[rafaslittleboy]

Is my guilty pleasure to check ur page every day bc I love ur works?, yes.

thank you! it means a lot to me! if you want to request something I’ll boost it to the top for you 😉