#carisi fan fic

[lovecarisi]

Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 1: The Boathouse

You knew you were a goner the moment you locked eyes with him, those brilliant blues staring into yours. You could tell he was an old soul mixed with mischief with the intent to fuck up your life in every possible way. Dominick Carisi. Oh dear lord.

Now you are following his every move, from the way those long, slender fingers are wrapped around his whiskey on ice, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallows, your thoughts racing already thinking about nibbling at his neck. You blush and force yourself to look away as you feel yourself growing wet, that spot deep within you coiling in on itself. No man has ever had this effect on you, and you don’t even know him. You share some mutual friends from law school who had introduced you at this party you both happen to attend. It’s Memorial Day weekend and you’re in the Hamptons with that same group of friends. 

You hate the Hamptons and the pretentiousness of it all but suddenly you don’t care, you just want to be near him. And you pray to all the gods he will end up at your friend’s house afterwards. and for once the gods listen because you end up sitting next to him in the car ride back. The way he smiles at you as he climbs in the backseat, a whispered ‘hey’ and you ask yourself why he is whispering but you forget all about it because his lips are only inches from your neck and you take in his scent, woody and earthy, with a touch of mint from the gum he’s subtly chewing. You curse yourself for letting a man affect you this much and you wish you could deny him the attention that he is so obviously attempting to elicit from you because you pride yourself in being better than this, in not letting a man reduce you to a lecherous little mess. 

But you can’t help it. He’s oh so charming without trying too hard like other men often do. There was an instant attraction between you two. So you turn your head slightly towards him and you whisper back a coy ‘hey’, and he laughs, such a sexy sound. And of course you immediately wonder what other sexy sounds you might get out of him tonight. Your legs touch, and you are dying for him to put his hand on your thigh. You can tell he wants to, by the way he swallows hard as he stares out the window, his hand covering his mouth trying to hide a smirk as he notices you watching him. 

You get to your friend’s house, there’s about twenty of you, the music is turned on, bottles of alcohol are being opened and dispensed, and everyone is getting comfortable. 

Dominick’s hand had brushed the small of your back as you walked down the path from the car to the house but you hadn’t seen him since.

The party bores you. A bunch of rich people talking about whatever, like they are the experts on everything just because they have money. Or rather, their families do. You don’t know how you ended up here. You refill your glass of red wine and step off the porch barefoot into the damp grass and start walking towards the water. The music and chatter grow quieter as you make out a silhouette sitting on the little dock. Of course, it’s him. You were hoping you’d find him somewhere out here. 

Dominick gets up as he hears you approach, as though he’d been waiting for you and he grabs your hand without saying a word. Your heart is pounding in your throat but you manage a smile; the thrill and excitement of finally being alone with him, and the wine, but mostly the thrill and excitement of finally being alone with him. Your pulse is racing. He more or less drags you to the small nearby boathouse, out of sight of the other partygoers, and presses his forehead against yours. 

‘What do you want?’ Dominick asks, his breath hot and heavy on your mouth. 

You don’t hesitate. ‘All of you. Everywhere.’ 

He smiles and takes the glass of wine from your hand, putting it down on the floor. But instead of standing again he stays down there and you feel his hands on your ankles and his lips on the inside of your calf. You know what he’s up to and your brain can’t keep up because he’s already wandered to your knee and switched sides. Holy shit, there he is kissing the inside of your thighs. You quietly beg that he won’t tease you because you need him badly and urgently, and apparently it wasn’t so quiet because he chuckles. 

‘Don’t worry, my sweet, I won’t, I need you just as bad.’ 

He still takes his time, as he pulls off your panties and his head disappears underneath your dress. It’s torture. Pure torture. He gently slips two fingers through your folds. ‘My god, you are so wet.’ he groans and you can hear him lick his fingers. Jesus Christ. 

‘I…I’ve been wet all night just looking at you…’ you admit, and he peeks out from under your dress, cheeks flushed, the most magnificent sight. You feel his fingers return to your wetness and moan out his name. ‘Dominick!’ 

He smiles. ‘More?’ You nod. He pulls off your dress and your bare skin hits the rough wood of the boathouse but you don’t care. 

‘You’re so beautiful.’ he whispers and picks you up so your legs are on his shoulders and begins to eat your pussy like it’s his last mission on earth. 

Your eyes roll back and you can’t do or say anything except moan his name in defeat. His mouth is on your clit and lips, sucking, tongue circling, while his fingers are pumping in and out of you, drenched in your juices, skillfully massaging the most delicate spot inside you. He has you in a firm, strong grip, whispering how absolutely delicious you taste. You can’t help but grab his head, running your fingers through his already disheveled brown curls, pulling ever so slightly in pleasure. He buries his face even deeper in your pussy, hungrily devouring you and you wish you could capture just how fucking hot this moment is and how special he makes you feel with that expert mouth and fingers of his. You can already feel yourself tensing up, you know he’s gonna make you cum so fast like no man ever has. He can feel it too, as your insides begin to twitch. He can feel you pulling tighter on his hair but he doesn’t care, he loves every second of it. All he could think about since the moment he laid eyes on you earlier that night was making you feel this way. Making you tremble, as you scream his name. He wants you to cum, cum on his face and he can’t wait to fuck you once he’s done. He smiles against your pussy and you bite your lip. You look desperate for his cock. 

‘Please Dominick….’ you whimper and the way you say his name makes him harder than ever. 

Good God this woman is gonna be the death of me and it’s gonna be the sweetest death, Dominick thinks to himself. He adds another finger to your clenching walls, fucking you faster, curling over that g spot, sucking your swollen clit hard. You cry out, for a second he’s not sure whether he hurt you or it’s your orgasm, but as your thighs begin to quiver and a stream of ‘oh my god’s’ and ‘yes’s’ begin to leave your mouth he knows, and helps you ride out that sweet, sweet orgasm. You die a little death, you have never experienced anything as intense as this, it seems to go on for minutes and just when you think it’s over, his fingers plunge into you again and you shudder once more. 

‘Nooo Dominick!’ you beg but you mean yes, of course. 

After a few minutes or so, you don’t even know, he’s just smiling and kisses you, tongue slipping into your mouth, and you taste what he’s been tasting. And you must have him inside you now. Now! You eagerly start fumbling with his belt buckle, hands shaking, whining while he pulls off his shirt. God lord he looks good. Lean, strong, begging to be touched and kissed fucking everywhere. He helps you pull down his jeans and his cock springs free, hard as a rock, tip moist with pre-cum. Even though you are spent from your orgasm you want nothing more than for him to fuck you senseless. He gasps as you turn around and raise your hips slightly as an invitation, not that he needs one. He grabs you, slides over your entrance, wetting his cock with both your juices, and pulls you towards him before slamming into you. You both moan, finally feeling each other like this. Dominick is immediately obsessed with the way your pussy feels so tight around him and you love the way he stretches you to your very limit, your insides still so raw from your previous orgasms. 

‘You okay?’ he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing your sensitive skin. You nod, reaching back to stroke the back of his neck as he starts pumping in and out of you slowly. 

‘You feel…so fucking good inside me…ugh Dominick!’ you moan and he slips an arm around your waist, hand wandering down until his fingers find your clit again. 

‘I’m not gonna last long baby, you got me so riled up just eating you out, you drive me absolutely mad.’ he sighs, picking up the pace as you arch your back more showing him you can take it like a good girl. 

‘Mmhhmm you’ve already spoiled me so much…please just fuck me.” you whine. “However, the fuck you want. I just want you to cum. You deserve to cum so hard for how amazing you make me feel, Dominick.’ you spur him on. 

He moans into your ear and it sounds so animal, so sexy, so manly, so feral. He pinches your clit as he pounds into you harder and faster, and without a warning, you cum again. He doesn’t stop, he ignores your cries, he just fucks you harder, ramming into you over and over relentlessly hitting your gspot and you almost go blind from pleasure. the walls of your pussy clenching around his hard cock as you shake and whimper his name. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other, your combined moans, his dick pumping your soaked pussy, faster and harder with each thrust. 

‘I’m so close.’ he moans, placing kisses on your shoulder before biting down softly. 

‘Cum for me, Dom. I want you to cum inside me, fill me up. Please, please baby. Fuck me harder. I can take it.’ 

He cries out, you know he was holding back. You feel him pick up the pace again, burying his cock so deep. His fingers rub your clit just the way you like it, the way you do it when you touch yourself. You feel absolutely raw, exposed and spread open but have never felt more worshiped, taken care of and sexier. You’re not sure which part of you is more on fire. You don’t know if it’s tears or sweat running down your cheeks but you’re sobbing with pleasure. His thrusts become sloppier, even harder, and faster, you know he’s cumming. 

‘Fuck!!’ he moans. ‘Fuuuuck’ he shoves his pretty cock into you a few more times before he trembles and you feel his hot seed filling you. Your last orgasm shakes you so hard, even more intensely than the ones before, knowing it’s with him. Your whole body convulses as he holds you tightly, for who knows how many times that night. Time stood still. A lot of ‘Fuck’ and ‘Oh my god’ and some ‘Holy shit’ in between. You never thought some guy’s cum running down your legs would somehow be sexy, but here you are. You curse him because you know it is the first but it certainly won’t be the last time. Dominick pulls out of you slowly and turns you around to kiss you fervently, you wrap your arms around his neck like a drowning person, you wonder what this is gonna lead to.

‘What now?’ he asks and you bite your lip. 

‘No idea. But this was too good for a one time thing.’ you reply with a smirk hoping he will agree.

‘Well fuck, no kidding.’ he blushes before kissing you again. 

You start to shiver, suddenly aware of the fact that summer’s not here just yet and you’re completely naked in the breeze by the water. He quickly picks up his cardigan and wraps it around you before looking around for the rest of your discarded clothes. Reality sinks in and you kind of hate it. You don’t want to let him go. 

‘Hey.’ he notices the look on your face as he hands you your dress, reaching into his jeans as he pulls them up. ‘Can I have your number please?’

[gardens0fbabyl0n]

The Counselor and The Detective

Dominick Carisi x Reader / Terry Bruno x Reader Warnings: smut (explicit), language

‘Another one, please.’ you motion to the bartender, and he nods, preparing a glass of Merlot for you as your phone buzzes. A text from Sonny lights up your screen. 

Sorry, sweetheart. Still stuck at the office with Bruno going over the case. You know how much I hate this.

It was supposed to be your date night. And even though Dominick and you had kept it casual until now on the grounds that both of you were too busy for a serious relationship, this was the one thing you both had insisted on. A regular Friday date night. Yes, he had apologized in advance, knowing he was going to be late but now it was almost 10.30pm and you were getting tired of waiting. He had a big trial coming up on Monday, however, you knew for a fact everyone else had gone home and it was just him and the lead Detective on the case still working so late. You had to find a way to make him leave. 

You take a generous sip of wine before getting up and walking toward the bathroom. Maybe he just needed a little inspiration, you think to yourself, and take your phone out of your purse. Hiking up your dress, you position yourself, camera pointing at your lace-covered center, a finger teasingly moving the fabric aside just an inch, just enough, before snapping a photo.

Hungry for you. You hit send. 

Sonny’s reply only takes seconds.

Come over.

You gasp, your hands beginning to shake immediately.  Come over to his office? Has he gotten rid of the Detective? Was he all alone now? Oh, fuck. You quickly leave the bathroom stall and return to the bar to pay your tab and grab your coat. 

On my way, baby.

******

The floor is dark, the blinds of his office closed, and you swallow hard as you approach, knowing he has prepared for you. Fuck, you’ve had sex in semi-public places but this, this was something you two had fantasized about so many times. You knock softly before opening the door and there he is, leaning against his desk, looking sexy as ever in his waistcoat, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up slightly above his elbows. Your eyes linger on him for a few moments but then, to your confusion, you notice another man sitting on the leather couch. 

‘Come in, my love. Close the door and lock it.’ Sonny says, as the other man stands up with a soft smile. He’s handsome, about the same age as Sonny.

‘Dominick?’ you look at him questioningly and he walks towards you, grabbing your hand.

‘This is Detective Bruno. Terry. He was looking forward to meeting you.’ he says, and Bruno comes over, his eyes wandering over you as your heart begins to race.

You look at Sonny and he has that smirk on his lips that says it all. And you don’t know what in the world possesses you but you just give him a soft nod before he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as his lips capture yours. As Dominick kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, making you moan, Detective Bruno is watching, his gaze still on you as your boyfriend’s hands glide over you. It’s thrilling, kind of. Such a weird, bizarre feeling. You’re surprised by how fucking turned on you are already. You’re safe with Sonny, you know it. If at any time you’re uncomfortable with anything, a ‘no’ or ‘stop’ is enough and it will be over. But you want to know where this is going. All of a sudden you have no inhibitions, and these two attractive men are making you feel so sexy and wanted.

‘You know, I happened to see the photo you sent to ADA Carisi…I gotta say, you look pretty damn delicious.’ Terry whispers, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek as Sonny places passionate kisses down your neck.

‘I am pretty damn delicious. Tell him, Sonny, baby.’ you moan, fluttering your eyelashes up at the cop.

‘She’s the most delicious thing in the world.’ Sonny confirms and you giggle, your hands in his hair, roughing up his perfectly gelled locks.  

‘Maybe, if you’re lucky, Counselor Carisi will let you have a little taste.’ you smile at Bruno as the Detective steps closer. 

And while Sonny’s hands travel underneath your dress, lips sucking on the delicate skin of your neck, Detective Bruno starts kissing you. Almost immediately you begin to tremble, the two men’s lips and hands on you now and the thought of what’s to come almost too much to handle for your horny brain. Dominick’s hand slips between your legs, laughing at your dampness, his thumb pressing down on your clit, making you squirm under his touch. You’re losing all self-control. If you’ve had any to begin with, that is. 

‘She’s really wet, you wanna feel?’ Sonny asks Terry and you whimper as the two men switch places, handling you like a doll. 

Detective Bruno’s hand wanders up your dress, his fingers finding your wet cunt and he furrows his brow. 

‘Damn!’ he sucks in air and you look down as you make out a growing bulge in his pants. Dear God.

‘Is that all for me, sweetie? Or will you give some of that to Detective Bruno? I’m willing to share if you are.’ Sonny whispers in your ear, nibbling there as Bruno drags his fingers through the folds of your pussy, making you moan out loud.

‘M-maybe…ugh…’ you groan, as Terry withdraws to bring his fingers to his mouth in order to taste your juices.

‘Fuck yeah, she’s delicious. You’re a lucky man, Carisi.’ he grins and you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, kissing him deeply as his hands find the zipper of your dress, pulling it down. 

Terry helps you step out of the fabric while Dominick continues to get rid of your bra and panties, then wastes no time to push you down on his table until you’re lying down on it. The two men are still fully clothed and you’re exposed to them, feeling anything but. You’ve never felt hotter.

‘Spread your legs, baby.’ Dominick says, his hands on your thighs and you can feel your arousal dripping out of you already as you follow his command. 

‘Fuck…’ you can hear Terry mumble under his breath. 

You can feel Sonny’s fingers on you, spreading your lips, exposing your clit, and then his tongue is on you, tasting you. It feels fucking incredible. His name escapes your mouth in a loud moan and your back arches almost completely off the table, he has to hold you down with his free hand, all while he continues to flick his tongue on your sensitive bud. Fuck. He’s always been an expert at eating you out, the sight of his face between your legs enough to make you shake.  

‘Bruno. Come here.’ you hear him say and your eyes flutter open to see the Detective step between your legs, his gaze on your pussy as Sonny pauses. ‘Fuck her with your fingers. I gotta hold her still.’

Oh God, you think but you have no time to think. Detective Bruno immediately plunges his middle and ring finger into you, making you scream in pleasure and Sonny’s mouth is back on you, sucking on your swollen clit. The two men are relentless in the way they are working on your cunt, Sonny’s expert tongue twirling around your core hungrily all while Terry’s unfamiliar fingers are pumping in and out of you, curling over your gummy walls. You know their goal is to make you cum as fast as possible, to make you shake and scream, and it won’t take long. 

‘Doesn’t she have the most perfect little cunt ever?’ Sonny moans against you, parting your lips even more to expose your sensitive, overstimulated pussy. You can hardly take it anymore.

‘So perfect. So tight. Can’t wait for her to cum, see her squirm. You wanna cum, darling? You want us to make you squirt, huh?’ you open your eyes to look down at the two men, both giving you the dirtiest looks as they work your cunt to near exhaustion. 

‘Fuck, yes, please!’ you yelp, and Sonny starts rubbing your clit as he continues to tongue at your folds, Detective Bruno adding a third finger to fuck into you harder and faster, pressing against your g spot.

Your thighs begin to shake as you feel your pleasure starting to concentrate on that one spot within you, and Dominick knows exactly what to do. Sucking harder, rubbing faster.

‘Hold her hips down.’ Sonny says and he spreads your legs as wide as he can, slapping your clit before taking it into his mouth again to suck greedily while Bruno’s fingers continue to fuck into you.

‘I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna c-cum!’ you cry, feeling yourself topple over, the walls of your pussy beginning to twitch.

Terry withdraws his fingers, inching closer to your pussy as Dominick watches as you pulse, and both men are holding you steady, your cunt releasing a spray of squirt. And you moan loudly, your eyes rolling back, you throb and spasm on the table as Sonny and Terry take turns catching your juice with their mouths. 

‘Fuck baby, yes! Mmmhmm, look at that pretty pussy giving us so much delicious cum.’ Dominick moans, plunging two fingers into your still spurting hole. ‘Can’t get enough of you.’

‘Unreal.’ Terry growls, licking his lips. 

Your eyes flutter open and the sight of the two men between your legs is almost too much to handle. And you know this earth shattering orgasm they have given you you know is only the beginning. Both their faces wet with your slick and cum, it is your turn now to make them feel good. 

Dominick is hard as a rock in his pants and Terry has reached into his jeans and is stroking himself as you sit up, still shaking from your orgasm. 

‘Mmmhhmm what do you say, Counselor? Shall we give Detective Bruno one of my holes, hmm?’ you smile, climbing off the wet table, grabbing your boyfriend and kissing him hard, tasting your pussy on his lips.

‘Your terms, darling.’ Sonny purrs as you stroke his dick through his pants.

‘You’ve both been so good to me, you deserve everything.’ you say, reaching out to pull Terry close as well, unzipping his jeans to free his cock while Sonny undresses himself.

The two men’s lips and hands are all over you, an overload of sensations while you’re still so raw from your recent orgasm. You lean back against Dominick, his hard cock rubbing against your ass and you already begin to shiver again in anticipation. Terry moans as your hands wrap around him, as you begin to stroke him and Sonny guides you backwards towards the couch. You turn around, pushing him down on it, kneeling next to him on the cold leather, his brilliant blues staring into your eyes, heavy with lust. It’s on you to serve them now. Happily. And as your mouth wraps around Sonny’s hard cock, you raise your hips, legs spread for Terry. 

‘Detective.’ you mumble with your mouth full of dick. 

‘Go ahead.’ Carisi grabs your ass, slapping it softly. ‘You have my permission. Fuck her however she likes it. Fuuuuck baby, that feels good!’ he moans, his precum leaking into your mouth as you bob your head up and down his shaft. 

Finally, you feel Terry grab your hips from behind, the tip of his cock at your entrance, making you quiver before he pushes into you, making you moan and almost choke on Sonny’s dick. Christ almighty. 

‘Holy shit!’ he breathes, dragging his cock along your tight walls. 

‘Hmm babygirl, I think he loves your pussy just as much as I do.’ Dominick teases, pushing your hair out of your face as you eagerly suck his dick. You love it, you always have. It’s always been an equal part of give and receive in your relationship. 

‘Fuck yes, I do. No wonder you’re always in such a good mood, Carisi. She’s taking my dick so well. Shiiiiit!!!’ Detective Bruno moans as he pumps into you, making your knees buckle. 

‘Sonny has coaxed it out of me, haven’t you, Counselor?’ you look up at Sonny as you drag your tongue back and forth in his slit, making him tremble.

‘Oh and you have coaxed many things out of me, baby.’ he smiles, then looks at Bruno. ‘Fuck her harder. She can take it. She wants it. I know she does. Don’t you, hun?’ he growls and you nod.

Detective Bruno does as he’s told, shoving his dick into you harder, and you have to catch your balance on Sonny’s thighs, a loud scream escaping your mouth. 

‘Good girl.’ Bruno moans, setting a new, merciless rhythm inside your cunt. 

Fuck, it feels incredible. You know you’re going to cum again in no time and you know this is what they want. They want you screaming and they want you to be a mess again before they launch a new attack on you. It’s all part of their plan. You could tell from the moment you stepped into Dominick’s office. Terry’s fingers find your clit and he begins to rub you there, his cock pushing into your dripping cunt while Sonny watches you eat his dick enthusiastically. You love the taste of him, you love having him throbbing inside your mouth while you play with his balls, have him moan your name, the tension in his thigh increasing with every stroke, every flick of your tongue.

‘Harder.’ Sonny instructs as he pulls you off him and Bruno once again picks up the pace while Sonny kisses you and you cum, holding on to your boyfriend as you shake and moan, your walls once again bursting. ‘Fuck her through it.’ 

The Detective fucks you through your orgasm, your legs almost giving out and your pussy squeezes around his dick. He curses under his breath while Sonny looks at you adoringly. 

‘Fuck. Fuck. You two are gonna kill me.’ you sigh, voice shaking as much as your body.

‘No baby, no. But I think we can both agree that we love to make you cum, don’t we, Bruno.’ Sonny laughs as Detective Bruno pulls out of you, his hard dick glistening with your juices. 

You look at them, both men so proud of themselves for having reduced you to a screaming, twitching mess, not once but twice now. And yet, they have yet to cum. 

‘I think it’s your turn now. Counselor. Detective.’ you push Sonny back on the couch until he’s lying down before climbing on top of him, guiding his cock into your pussy.

‘Mmmhmmm baby, fuck. So warm. So tight.’ he moans, starting to fuck into you immediately as you lean forward and he embraces you while Bruno watches, stroking his still wet cock.

‘You two are so hot together.’ he mumbles, stepping closer, his hand running over your spine.

‘Join us. It’ll be even hotter.’ you breath spreading your buttcheeks but Bruno hesitates. 

‘Don’t be shy. She’s okay with it.’ Dominick assures him. 

‘Sonny, baby, I don’t think he’s ever done it before. Let’s switch.’ you pull away from him and your boyfriend smirks before you climb on top of him again, facing away, while he spits into his hands several times, wetting his cock for you. 

Bruno watches as Sonny guides his dick into your asshole in slow motion, giving you all the time you need to adjust before you bottom out, moaning his name, and his arms are holding you still for a moment. 

‘One word and I’ll stop.’ your boyfriend assures you but you shake your head, you actually love the feeling. 

The first time you had tried it it’d been your idea and Sonny had looked at you in shock before shyly agreeing. Now it wasn’t something you did on a regular basis but sometimes, when you were in a particular mood, you had opened the drawer and asked Sonny to use that vibrator in your ass while he fucked you. And he couldn’t deny that he had enjoyed it too. 

‘Go on, Detective.’ you say, as Sonny slowly starts fucking into you and you spread your legs a little more, offering your pussy to Bruno.

‘You sure?’ Terry asks and you nod, biting your lip.

‘Please. Fill me up. I want both of your cocks making me cum at the same time. And I want both of you cum inside me.’ you moan and Sonny curses at your words, his hand reaching down to find your clit, to rub you there.

‘Fuck, this is crazy. This is the hottest thing ever. My God. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.’ Detective Bruno leans down to inspect your swollen little pussy, watches in awe as Sonny’s dick pumps in and out of you.

‘She’s all ours to share.’ Sonny growls, biting into your shoulder softly and you giggle.

Bruno’s tongue darts out to taste you and you squirm, releasing another stream of slick from your opening which he catches. Greedily, his fingers delve into you, at which your legs fall apart even more, and you know he can’t hold back any longer.

‘Please. Please Detective. Please.’ you beg, hungry for his cock now. All you want is to get your brains fucked out by these two gorgeous men. 

‘Well, I can’t have you begging like this.’ he whispers, pushing the head of his dick through your folds before ramming it into your pussy and you moan out loud, overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks inside you now. 

‘Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK!’ you yelp, and they both halt their movements in order for you to get used to them. 

‘You’re okay?’ Bruno asks while Sonny softly strokes your sides, kissing your neck.

‘YES! Fucking hell don’t stop!’ you squeal and they smirk, immediately starting to thrust into you again, slowly but deliberately. 

Fuck, you can’t believe you have two dicks inside of you, you can’t even figure out what is going on, all you know is that you are approaching another orgasm fast. Sonny’s hands are holding you up while he’s pumping into your asshole, Bruno has found the perfect position to fuck into your pussy deeply while his thumb is pressing down on your clit, rubbing tiny circles and you have lost all sense of time and space. 

‘Harder.’ you cry, looking up at the detective as his mouth hangs open at the sight of you exposed like this, offering yourself up to him like this. 

‘Mmmmhhmm, she can take it, Bruno. Do as she says. Fuck that little pussy of hers.’ Sonny orders, pulling on your hair slightly as he himself picks up the pace a bit more, his dick fucking into your ass harder.

You smile as Bruno does as he’s told, with a loud, feral moan, and you close your eyes, letting the two men split you open, fucking into you ferociously. 

‘Fuck, baby. I’m so close. Fuck!’ Sonny moans behind you and you smile triumphantly.

‘Wanna see that pussy squirt again. Wanna feel you clench around me, baby.’ Bruno says, desperately pumping his dick into your soaking wet cunt. 

His thumb is circling your clit harder, as you look down, watching as the two men fuck your holes, making you feel like a slut and a goddess at the same time. 

‘You two feel so fucking good! I’m gonna cum, ughhhhh.’ you moan, and both men pick up the pace again, making you scream with every thrust, making you forget everything around you. 

And for the third time today you bliss out, spasming around their two cocks, jerking, pulsing, twitching, juice shooting from your spent pussy while you moan. And they still won’t stop ramming into you, chasing their own releases, Bruno still rubbing your swollen clit. Sonny is the first to cum, filling your ass with his seed, holding you close to him while he presses into you, your name on his hot breath. You cry and convulse again as Terry continues to penetrate you frantically, his cock plunging into your pussy again, again and again, and you cum once more while Sonny rubs your clit, making you spray your squirt everywhere.

‘Yeah, you like that huh, he told me you could take it, now I’m gonna make you take it. Again!’ the Detective smiles. ‘Spread her cunt for me, Sonny. Wider.’

You cry out in pleasure as Sonny holds your legs open while your thighs shake, his hands reaching down to spread the lips of your pussy to expose you to Bruno. 

‘Fuck. Look at that. How many more do you have in you, huh? You wanna find out? Sonny, what do you think?’

‘Oh I’ve lost count.’ Sonny kisses you and you lean back against him, exhausted but eager for more. Always eager for more. 

Once more Bruno shoves his dick inside you, hard and fast thrusts, over and over again, and you cum again with a scream, your boyfriend holding you while you shake and twitch.

‘Mmmmhmmm, every time that pussy clenches around me I get closer to heaven, Counselor. You really won the prize with that one.’ Bruno says, playing with your clit.

‘I know…I know. So precious. Aren’t you, my darling.’ Sonny kisses your temple as he reaches up to squeeze your tits, and you nod, catching your breath before Bruno starts fucking you again. 

But he is close now himself, you can tell. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his grip tightening on you, his pants quickening, his thrusts getting sloppier. Still, he fucks into you hard, his thumb stroking your clit as you reach another peak.

‘I want you to cum, Detective.’ you moan. ‘P-please. I wanna feel that cock pulsing inside of me. Feel that hot cum fill my pussy. Come on.’ 

‘Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!’ he growls as he rams into you a few more times, finally releasing himself into you with a shudder. ‘Holy fucking shit!’ 

And Sonny is there to continue to rub your clit while Bruno continues to fuck into you, still semi-hard, and you cum again as he pulls out, watching your pussy contracting and throbbing, pumping out his seed as you twitch and moan. Fucking hell. 

‘Fuck…’ Terry licks his lips while running his fingers through your wet folds a few more times, looking at you adoringly. 

‘So much for trial prep.’ Sonny laughs, his arms wrapped around you tightly and you relish the feeling of being taken care of after being fucked senseless. 

It truly seems like your soul has left your body, nothing in your life has ever felt this intense before. Your eyes are still closed and you’re too afraid to open them but as you feel Detective Bruno leaning down to kiss you, you eventually do.

‘Well, maybe it was just the inspiration you needed, what do you think, Counselor?’ you smirk up at Sonny and he chuckles.

‘Yeah, maybe you should come over more often, baby.’ he whispers.

Hmmm. Yes. Maybe you should.

[art-by-jas]

"Where's the showmanship? The pizazz?" AO3

Word Count: 8.4k

Summary: Current case is Tensley Evans, Going out for a drink with Barba and getting advice, going on a walk in the park with you, another case, meeting your co-workers, and grilled cheese with the promise of dinner at yours.

Sonny and Amanda stroll through the serene courtyard, the warm sun casting a tranquil glow over their surroundings. The picturesque, peaceful setting stood in stark contrast to the gravity of their case. Pausing briefly to admire the view, Sonny remarked, "Nice place," before refocusing his attention on the task at hand.

Amanda nods, her voice laced with weariness. "Let's just get this done and get out of here," she said. Sonny chuckles as they approach Dr. Durant and ask about Tensley Evans.

Sonny's dislike for Dr. Durant is evident in the subtle tightening of his jaw. The way Dr. Durant speaks about Tensley, shifting the blame onto her, didn't sit right with Sonny. As the conversation continued, Sonny's irritation grew - the doctor is full of himself and clearly trying to cover something up. Still, for now, Sonny lets Amanda take the lead in questioning.

Nick picks up Sonny on the way to the Millers' residence. The drive over is silent as Sonny's mind replays his conversation with Dr. Durant and the new lead on Tensley. He was about to break the silence when Amaro spoke first.

"Looks like we've got another lead to follow up on." He tells Sonny about the tip they received regarding a different incident involving Tensley Evans and a teenager at the center.

Sonny rubs his weary eyes, sighing. "Seems like this case keeps getting more complicated." He turns his gaze to Amaro, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and curiosity. 

"Rollins said, you seemed pretty annoyed back there with that director guy," Amaro comments, a smirk playing on his lips.

Sonny laughs, knowing he was caught. "Yeah, he's a real piece of work. The way he talks, you'd think he's holier than thou. The more he talked, the less I liked him."

Amaro chuckles, his tone half-amused, half-sympathetic. "Yeah, I get it. I've seen my fair share of guys like that. They've got their heads so far up their own asses they don't even realize how pompous they sound."

After arriving, it's not long before they start questioning Gregory and his dad. Sonny and Amaro sit across from Gregory and his dad, Tom Miller. Sonny's attention is focused and alert, his earlier exhaustion momentarily set aside. He starts the questioning with a professional composure.

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Amaro, Carisi and Rollins go to Adam Brubeck's pool party to talk to him. Adam says that he never abused Tensley and calls her a "waste case." As the SVU squad looks Adam's other teen stars, they discover they either ended up in porn, in rehab or using drugs. They also learn that a 15-year-old girl named Amber Forbes drowned at one of Adam's parties, but her death was ruled accidental despite the fact that she had alcohol & ecstasy in her system.

After having a regroup meeting, Sonny was free to call it a day and head home.

Back in his apartment, Sonny is sprawled out on the couch, a tired sigh escaping him. The exhaustion of the day is catching up to him, and every bone in his body seems to ache. Despite his fatigue, his mind continues to churn with thoughts of the case, replaying the day's events over and over in his head.

He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, hoping that something mindless on TV will help him wind down. But even as he scrolls through the channels, he finds it hard to focus. His eyelids feel heavy, and his thoughts start to blend together into a tired haze.

After his brief nap, Sonny slowly stirs awake. The first thing he notices is that it's still light outside, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the windows. He pushes himself up from the couch, stretching his stiff muscles and rubbing his tired eyes. As Sonny glances at his phone, he sees a message from Barba inviting him to Forlini's for a drink. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, maybe he’s making friends after all. He really could use a stiff drink after the day he's had. He quickly types a reply, accepting the invitation and letting Barba know he'll meet him there. Standing up, he makes his way to the bedroom to freshen up and change into something more comfortable.

The familiar sound of the city greets him as he steps outside, the warm summer air greeting him like an old friend. Sonny takes a deep breath, the familiar scent of exhaust and summer street food filling his nostrils. He starts walking, his footsteps echoing against the sidewalk, the anticipation of a cold beer and good conversation with Barba pushing him forward. After a short walk, Sonny arrives at Forlini's, the dim glow of the bar creating a cozy atmosphere. He pushes open the door and steps inside, scanning the room for Barba.

As his eyes adjust to the dim interior, he spots Barba on a stool  at the bar, waving him over with a friendly smile. 

"Hey Barba," Sonny greets, slinging his lean frame onto the stool next to him. He already feels more relaxed just being here, the warmth of the bar and the familiarity of the place wrapping around him like a comforting blanket.

"Well, look at you," Barba teases, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "How's the SVU been treating you?"

Sonny rolls his eyes playfully, "Better than my last home,"

"I bet," Barba chuckles, the sound of his laughter a familiar and welcome one. 

While they sit at the bar, drinks in hand, Barba suddenly glances over at Sonny, an inquisitive look in his eyes.

"So how are those night classes at Fordham going? You keeping up with your studies amidst all the chaos of the SVU?"

Sonny takes a sip of his beer, the cool liquid refreshing against his throat. "It's a struggle, but I'm managing," he admits, a tired smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. "There's just never seems to be enough hours in the day to get everything done."

Barba chuckles in understanding. "I remember those days. I barely slept during law school. But trust me, it'll all be worth it."

"Thanks, Barba," Sonny says, his tired eyes lighting up a bit at the compliment. "I hope so. I just really want to make a difference, you know?"

"I know," Barba nods. "But take it from me, you can't pour from an empty cup. Make sure you're taking care of yourself too. Don't burn yourself out, Carisi."

Sonny sighs deeply, the weariness in his shoulders evident. "Yeah, I know. Sometimes it's hard to remind myself of that, though. There's always so much that needs to be done, it feels like I can never catch a break."

"You gotta make time for yourself, Carisi," Barba says, his voice serious. "You need time to relax, unwind. All work and no play makes Carisi a boring boy."

A snort escapes Sonny as he laughs at Barba's comment. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. I promise, I'll try to squeeze in some R&R whenever I can." Despite the fatigue, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Barba grins, raising his glass in a mock toast. "That's the spirit. Take it from me, a little bit of self-care goes a long way."

Sonny lifts his glass, clinking it against Barba's in response. "I'll drink to that." He takes a long swig, the cold beer sending a shiver of relief through his exhausted body. They fall into a comfortable silence, both men sipping on their drinks, lost in their thoughts. The hustle and bustle of the bar blends into a soothing background noise, providing the perfect backdrop for the momentary escape from their respective stresses.

After a few quiet moments, Sonny breaks the silence, his voice thoughtful. "Hey, can I ask you something, Barba?"

Barba glances over, raising a curious eyebrow. "Of course, what's on your mind?"

Sonny takes a deep breath, a hint of uncertainty in his blue eyes. "How did you juggle it all when you were a prosecutor? The SVU cases, your love life, law school...how did you manage all of it without losing your mind?"

Barba leans back in his stool, contemplating Sonny's question. "It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that much," he admits. "There were times when I felt like I was drowning, like there was no way to keep up with it all. But ultimately, I just had to prioritize. Some days, it meant sacrificing sleep to finish a case. Other days, it meant pushing aside my personal life in order to keep up with schoolwork."

Barba pauses, swirling his drink thoughtfully. "But you know what helped me? Taking those occasional breaths, those moments to step back and re-center. A quick drink with a friend, a good meal, a night in bed with someone..." He laughs softly at himself, the memory evident in his eyes.

"Sounds like I could use some of those tonight," Sonny mutters, taking another swig of his beer. "I just feel like I'm running on empty, you know? I want to be there for my friends, my family, the people I care about, but I'm always so damn tired..."

Barba gives him a sympathetic nod. "I get it, Carisi, I do. But burnout won't help anyone, least of all yourself. You need to learn to balance, to find those moments that make it all worth it. Otherwise, you'll end up like me - grumpy and exhausted all the time." He grins wryly, giving Sonny a playful nudge. Sonny snorts out a laugh despite his tiredness. The corners of his mouth quirk into a tired smile.

"I guess you're right," Sonny admits, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "I just need to learn to take a break sometimes without feeling guilty about it."\

"Exactly," Barba agrees. "And maybe, just maybe, you could even consider using that time to meet someone." He smirks as he teases Sonny, raising an eyebrow.

Sonny groans, rolling his eyes. "You're relentless, you know that?"

"You love me for it," Barba teases, his smirk widening. He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Debatable," Sonny mutters, but there's no heat behind his words. He cracks a small smile, the light banter with Barba managing to lift his spirits slightly.

"You know I'm right," Barba laughs, lightly patting Sonny on the back. "You could use a little romance in your life, Carisi. Maybe it's time to ditch the textbooks and pick up a date."

Sonny groans again, leaning his head back in exaggerated exhaustion. But there's a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Are you volunteering for the job, Barba? Because I didn't know you swung that way."

Barba laughs heartily at Sonny's joke. "Cute," he says, clearly amused. The banter continues for a few moments, the easy conversation and friendly teasing providing a nice distraction from the day's stress. As Barba orders another round, Sonny relaxes further, the weight of the day seeming to lift from his shoulders, even if just temporarily.

As they continue their conversation, Sonny suddenly remembers something. He turns to Barba, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Speaking of finding someone, there is a girl… She lives across the hall from me, we met doing laundry together one night and I found her again at a coffee shop she owns.”

Barba raises an intrigued eyebrow. "Oh, really? And why have you not asked her out yet?"

Sonny shrugs, taking a long pull of his beer. "I don't know, I've been so busy with work and law school… I guess it just slipped my mind," he admits, sounding slightly sheepish.

Barba laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're a grown man, Carisi. You're a detective, and you're scared of asking someone out?"

Sonny sighs, running a hand through his hair again. "Yeah, I know. It's stupid. I just don't want to come on too strong, you know? Plus, I've been so busy with work and classes... I don't know if I have the time for a relationship right now."

"Excuses," Barba says with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You need to stop over-thinking it, Carisi. Just go for it. Ask her out, and see where it goes. You never know, it could be great. You're not getting any younger, you know."

"Thanks for the reminder, Barba," Sonny mutters, his tone sarcastic but lacking bite. He leans back in his stool, mulling over Barba's words. "You really think I should do it?"

"Absolutely," Barba says with conviction. "What do you have to lose? Worst case scenario, she says no, and you move on. But you'll never know unless you ask. Now tell me about her, what's she like?" Barba asks.

Sonny's eyes light up a bit as he thinks about you. "She's..." he pauses, searching for the right words. "She's witty, and sweet. She runs a coffee shop, and she makes the best coffee I've ever had. She's just...genuine. And she's got this smile that lights up her whole face, and these eyes that make you feel like the only person in the world..." He trails off, realizing he's gushing a bit.

Barba grins, clearly amused by Sonny's smitten expression. "You're crushing hard, Carisi. It's adorable."

Sonny rolls his eyes, a slight blush creeping up his neck. "Shut up," he mutters, but he can't hide the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't be embarrassed," Barba says, still grinning. "It's nice to see you happy about something that isn't work-related."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Sonny replies, taking a swig of his beer.

As the night goes on, the conversation becomes more loose, the alcohol helping to relax both men. Sonny has finished most of his beer, and he leans back in his stool, a lazy smile on his face. With the evening drawing to a close, Sonny and Barba decide to call it a night. As they stand outside the bar, sharing a last laugh, Sonny takes out his phone to call an Uber.

"I'll see you some other time, Barba," Sonny says, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "Thanks for the advice and the drinks."

Barba grins, looking like he’s about to make another jab at Sonny’s love life but thinking better of it. "Anytime, just remember what I said, alright?" 

Sonny laughs, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, I got it." With that, he turns to catch his Uber, waving goodbye to Barba before climbing into the car. As the car pulls away, Sonny leans back in his seat, a contented smile on his lips. The buzz of the alcohol and the conversation with Barba have left him feeling lighter than he has in weeks. The ride passes quickly and soon, Sonny’s Uber pulls up in front of his building. As he steps out of the car, he glances up at the building, his eyes involuntarily moving to the window of your apartment. He won’t ask you about it now that he’s been drinking, but he’ll keep it in his mind to ask you later.

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Sonny allows himself to sleep in on his day off, his head killing him for drinking a little too much yesterday. He rolls over in bed and slowly wakes as the sun peaks through the blinds. Yawning, he stretches his arms overhead before getting out of bed and heading to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. As the weekend vibes gradually set in, he realizes he hasn't been able to connect with you much in the past week, communicating mostly through text messages.

Seated at his kitchen table, he sips his coffee after taking an asprin and checks his phone. Once finished, he sets out to run errands - stocking up on groceries and picking up dry cleaning. Though the mundane tasks help occupy his mind, his thoughts constantly drift to you, wondering what you might be doing.

S: Hey, I've got the day off, Any chance you'd like to go for a walk in the park with me? Completely no pressure if you can't. He sets his phone aside as he settles onto the couch. He clicks on the television, idly flipping through channels while anticipating your response.

Y: Hell yeah, I'm down for a park walk. I'm free right now, actually, just got off my shift.

As soon as Sonny saw your response, his smile appeared.

S: Great, let's meet at the entrance to the City Hall park in 20 minutes.

Y: Alright see you soon. :)

Sonny arrived at the park gate 10 minutes early and found a spot to wait. Leaning against the fence, he takes in the sights and sounds of the park, the fallen orange and red leaves swept into piles, and the laughter and conversations of passersby. He can’t help but feel a twinge of nervousness as he waits for you to arrive. Suddenly, he hears footsteps approaching and sees a figure coming toward him. His heart skipped a beat as you came into view. You were wearing casual clothing, you looked nice.

With a gentle smile, he greets you, "Glad you could make it." He approaches the park entrance, offers his arm, and asks, "Shall we?"

With a warm smile, you accept his proffered arm and express your gratitude, saying, "Thank you for the invitation."

As the morning approached noon, you and Sonny continued down the path into the park, heading towards the large central fountain. The buildings encircling the park rose impressively around it. While there were people present, the crowds were moderate and not overwhelming. 

"So, uh..." he starts, clearing his throat. "How long have you worked at the coffee shop?"

"I've been running the coffee shop for about three years," you explain, a small smile playing on your lips. "The previous owner, an old friend of mine, passed it down to me. We go way back - we went to school together and have known each other forever. She wanted to travel more, so she asked if I'd be willing to take over the shop."

You glance up at Sonny. "Then, while in the UK, she met someone and decided to stay. I don’t mind at all - I really enjoy working there. It may not be the most glamorous job, but I like it." Sonny listens intently as you speak, his eyes never leaving your face. He can hear the passion in your voice as you describe the coffee shop, it’s clear you love what you do.

"That’s nice of your friend to let you have the place, I’m glad you enjoy it. Plus, being surrounded by coffee all day sounds pretty great to me," he jokes. "And, you get to meet lots of interesting customers, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Interesting is definitely one word for them," you reply with a laugh. "There's a whole range—from the regular early morning rush crowd who are practically zombies until they've had their caffeine fix, to the lunch bunch who come in for a quick pick-me-up. And then there's the college kids who practically live there."

"And which group am I part of?" he asks.

You eye him up and down, a mischievous smile grows on your face. "Hmmm... well," you drawl out, "you're a bit of a hybrid, I reckon. You frequent the morning rush hours and you've got that distinct 'I work too much' look in your eyes.”

He can’t help but smile at your observant assessment. "You've got me all sorted, huh?" he asks, feigning indignation. "So I'm a caffeine-needing workaholic? Is that what you're saying?"

"Pretty much." You laugh before adding, "But don't worry, you're a nice workaholic. You always remember your 'please's and 'thank you's, and you always look genuinely happy to see me. That earns you serious brownie points."

Sonny's heart skips a beat at your words. "Good to know I'm not just another grumpy customer," he teases. "And...for the record, I genuinely am happy to see you. Not just for the coffee." The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them. He hopes you don't read too much into them. He steals a glance at you and catches you smiling. It's small, but it's there, a barely-there upturn of the corner of your mouth that sends a thrill down his spine.

"What about you?" you ask, breaking him out of his thoughts. "What do you do? I mean, besides drink a lot of coffee." you tease.

He chortles at your light tease, "well, besides being a caffeine-needing workaholic, I'm also a detective for Special Victims," he replies with a small chuckle. "So yeah, I'd say I have decent reason to need a lot of coffee on a regular basis."

"Special Victims Unit?" you repeat, an eyebrow lifting in question. "Wow, that sounds pretty serious. So you deal with some pretty tough stuff, huh?"

He sighs, the weight of his job suddenly feeling heavy again. "Yeah, you could say that. I work with a team that deals with the worst kinds of cases you could imagine..." He trails off, not wanting to reveal too much, not wanting to scare you off with the dark realities of his work. "It's not all doom and gloom, though. I've seen some pretty horrific stuff... but I've also seen justice served, seen people helped, seen bad guys taken down. Makes the late nights and endless paperwork worth it.”

Your gaze softens at his words, a hint of respect in your expression. "Sounds like you really care about what you do," you remark, your voice softer than before. 

He rubs the back of his neck, a small hint of vulnerability in his actions. "Yeah, I do," he admits. "Sometimes I think I care too much. But I guess that's how it is with this job. It gets under your skin, you know?" You nod, understandingly.

As the two of you continue your walk, Sonny spots a food cart up ahead. The smell of pretzels wafts through the air, making his stomach rumble in response. Before he even knows what he's doing, he turns to you. "Hey, you hungry?"

“Oooh yes, that sounds delicious.” You grin.

He smiles, "good because I'm starving," he says, approaching the cart. He buys two pretzels, handing one to you before taking a large bite of his own. "Mmmm," he moans around a mouthful of pretzel, "nothing beats a good street pretzel." he chews, looking very much like a kid in a candy store.

He glances at you, seeing you take a bite out of your pretzel. He watches as you savor the taste, a satisfied smile on your lips. He takes another bite of his pretzel, watching as a small smear of salt sticks to your lip. He wants to reach out, to brush it off with his thumb, but he stops himself, holding back the urge. 

Instead, he opts for trying to make lighthearted conversation. "So, tell me something else about yourself. Something you're passionate about," he asks, taking another bite. He watches as you consider his question, the way your brow furrows slightly as you think. He can tell you're thinking deeply about his question and that small detail about you makes his heart flutter a little faster.

You bite your lip, "Hmm..." you hum in thought. "I'd have to say I'm pretty passionate about music. I love going to concerts, especially smaller local bands. It's something about live music that just... gets to me,"

He nods, a small smile on his lips. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean," he agrees. "There's something about live music that's... magical. The energy in the room, the way the crowd gets caught up in the music... it's pretty special.“

"Exactly," you say, a twinkle in your eye. "And if it's a really good show, it feels like the whole world stops for a moment, and it's just you and the music. There's nothing else like it." He loves seeing you talk about something you're sincere about, the way your eyes light up, the way your voice gets a touch more animated.

"What about you?" you ask, turning the question back towards him. "What are you passionate about, besides caffeine, of course." you tease.

He laughs, a genuine sound that comes from deep within his chest. "You got me there," he concedes. "But I'm passionate about a lot of things. My family, my work, my friends... music, movies, good food... life, I guess." He scratches his jaw, a thoughtful look on his face. "I like experiencing new things, exploring new places, trying new foods..." He looks over at you, a flicker of something undefinable in his gaze. "New people."

He risks a glance at you, anticipating a perplexed or even alarmed look on your face, but instead, he's met with a small smirk playing on your lips. "New people, huh?" you say, your voice laced with amusement.

He swallows, suddenly feeling a little flustered. But there's something about the way you're looking at him that encourages him to continue. "Yeah, new people," he repeats, his voice a little huskier than before.

"And why is that?" you ask, your tone playful but your eyes holding a hint of something more.

He shrugs, feigning nonchalance. "I don't know," he says, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I guess there's just something... exciting about meeting someone new. The mystery, the unexpected." He meets your gaze, his eyes holding a hint of intrigue. He takes a step closer to you, the small distance between you suddenly feeling electric. "New people... they have stories to tell, experiences to share," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "They have quirks, habits, secrets... things that make them unique." He's acutely aware of how close he is to you now, the proximity making his heart race. He can feel the heat emanating from your body, the smell of you filling his senses. He swallows, trying to find his voice again. "I guess I like the challenge of getting to know someone new," he confesses, his eyes never leaving yours.

"The challenge, huh?" You repeat, a small smile still on your lips. "And do you think I'm a challenge, detective?"

He chuckles, the sound low and slightly breathless. "Maybe a bit," he admits. "But I like a good challenge," he adds.

"Well, I hope I'm worth the effort, then," you say, a hint of daring in your voice.

He steps even closer to you, the space between you almost negligible now. He looks down at you, his gaze intense. "You're definitely worth the effort," he murmurs, his voice quiet but filled with conviction.

Sonny jolts slightly at the sound of his phone, the sudden noise jarring him back to reality. He fumbles in his pocket, pulls out his phone, and glances at the screen. The smile that had been on his face moments before quickly falls, replaced by a look of concern.

He looks up at you, an apologetic look in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he says, the remorse evident in his voice. "It's work. I have to take this."

Rollins called to inform him that two young girls had gone missing and another had been found stabbed. She apologized for contacting him on his day off but requested his assistance, which would be greatly appreciated. Sonny listens to Amanda’s report, his heart sinking in his chest at the news. "On my way," he replies, his voice all business. He hangs up the phone, turning back to you with a look of regret.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I need to go," he says, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Sorry to cut things short, but I have to head into the station for a case."

"It's alright," you say, understanding in your eyes. "Work comes first, I get it. Go, do your thing, hero." A small, teasing smile dances on your lips at the teasing.

He can't help but chuckle at your playful comment. "Hero, huh?" he repeats, "I don't know about that. I'm just doing my job."

"Hey, don't sell yourself short," you chastise, your tone light. "Anyone who helps catch scumbags gets to be called a hero, in my book."

He smiles at your words, your faith in him making his chest puff out a little. "Well, I'll do my best to live up to the title, then," he replies, a hint of cockiness in his tone.

"I'm sure you will." You step closer to him, your hand coming to rest on his forearm. "Just be careful, okay?" Your touch is gentle but firm, your concern for him clear.

The feel of your hand on his arm warms him from the inside out. He covers your hand with his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, I will," he assures you, his voice gruff but sincere.

"Text me when you finish, okay?" you request, your eyes locking with his. "So I know you're safe."

He nods, touched by your concern. "I will," he promises, the truth of his words reflected in his gaze. "I'll text you as soon as I can. Have a good day, okay?” He calls as he walks away from you.

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When Sonny arrives at the crime scene in Inwood Hill Park, he finds Detective Rollins already canvassing the area. As Sonny approaches, he begins to pick up on the details Rollins is relaying.

"A birdwatcher found her? How young is the girl?" Amanda asks. The officer informed them that the victim was around 10, had no ID on her, and had suffered head trauma, and multiple stab wounds, and her clothes were torn.

Sonny's first thought was to check for any Amber alerts matching the girl's description, but the cop immediately confirmed there were none. 

Undeterred, Sonny planned to continue interviewing witnesses in case they had seen something that could help.

 Meanwhile, Amanda informs Sonny that she’ll ride in the ambulance to the hospital, so she’s there when the child regains consciousness. As he walks over to a witness he asks the cop if there are any homeless. The officer confirmed that there were a few known around the area. Sonny directs the officer to round them up and bring them in for questioning, hoping one of them might have seen something useful. He closes in on a middle-aged lady with red hair and a set of binoculars around her neck.

"Hi, Can you--can you tell me what you saw, ma'am?"

Trembling, the woman describes the man's hulking, vulture-like frame as he loomed over the girl's body. Gripping her binoculars, she managed to capture photos of the man.  Sonny gets the phones and distributes the pictures to the other detectives and local precincts, hoping someone might recognize the man. He tries not to bring in the Sergent from what he learned, today is her one day off out of the week as well, even though he’s working his, he needed the overtime so he couldn’t really complain, he just felt bad for leaving you.

Amaro texted the results from the doctor's examination: the victim had suffered head trauma and a stab wound just millimeters from the femoral artery, but there were no visible signs of sexual assault. They were currently awaiting the victim's consent to conduct a rape kit.

Sonny sighed, rubbing his eyes in frustration as he slid behind the wheel of his car. 

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Perry Gilbert was the young girl who was found stabbed.

The identification of the two missing girls was also discovered

 Mia Harris  Perry Gilbert

   5’3                                        5’0’’

   12                                         13

Red Hair Dark Hair

Blue Eyes                                 Blue Eyes

Amanda informed Sonny after she regrouped with him, that Benson came in and joined her and Amaro at the hospital as they interviewed Zoe. Amanda told him that it was Perry and Mia's idea to head to the park since it was Halloween and they wanted to catch something scary on the cameras. But their excitement soon turned to fear when they spotted an ominous figure, That's when they were screaming for Zoe to run. According to Zoe, the mysterious "Glasgowman"  overpowered her and knocked her to the ground.

Sonny listens intently, a frown on his face as he absorbs the details. "Glasgowman?" he questions, raising an eyebrow. "who the hell is Glasgowman?" Amanda shrugged, equally as perplexed.

The cadets, auxiliary, scouts, and any officer who showed up, gathered for the debriefing and expanded the search, bringing in scent dogs. the blurry photos captured by the birdwatcher binoculars and police sketch were passed around the search team. After concluding with the meeting everyone fanned out and started from the north side of the woods.

Ultimately, it was Sonny who spotted something, prompting Amanda to rush over and pick it up - Zoe's child-sized backpack. The cadets notified the other detectives, believing they had found evidence near the Indian Caves. After handing the backpack to a younger detective telling them to get it to CSU, Amanda and Sonny hurried closer to the caves.

The cop has already drawn his weapon, despite not knowing if the person inside the cave was armed. Sonny rolls his eyes at the officer's carelessness. Amanda steps forward and tells the cop they want the man inside the cave to be taken alive. The cop then switched to a tazer. Amanda tried coaxing the man out of the cave, but the moment he exited, the cop tased him and did not stop, letting the man convulse. Sonny intervened, telling the cop to stop. Amanda then approached and handcuffed the man.

Glasgowman is discovered as a 36-year-old man named Charlie Dorsey, who is a mental patient and repeat offender off his medication.

She and Sonny bring him back to the precinct to ask him some questions.

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A few days later, you were working your shift with your close friend and skilled barista, Alex. Together, you prepared delicious iced coffees and other specialty drinks. As the clock sluggishly ticked, the day appeared motionless. Customers came in waves - periods of slow activity would suddenly give way to a flurry of orders, filling the screens with coffee requests. In the lulls, you restocked the two under-counter fridges, checked codes and temps, and wiped down the surfaces, preparing for the next rush.

Alex glances up from the drink he was preparing, a playful smile on his face. "Hey, you seem a bit distracted today," he teases. "Anything on your mind?" His glasses accentuated his mischievous hazel eyes.

"Is it that obvious?" You joke.

Alex chuckles. "You've been restocking that fridge for quite a while now. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?”

You laugh softly, realizing you have been restocking longer than needed. You turn to Alex. "It's not a big deal," you begin, "It's about a guy."

Alex's eyes widened with excitement. "Ooh, a guy? Do tell," he urges, resting his chin on his hand and looking at you expectantly.

You take a deep breath, feeling your cheeks heating up slightly. "Well, we met two months ago," you start, trying to keep your voice casual despite the butterflies in your stomach. "It's nothing serious right now, we haven't been able to hang out with his work and this place, but I think I might like him."

Alex grins widely. "Sounds like you've got yourself a crush," he teases, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Is he cute at least?"

A small, involuntary smile creeps onto your face. "Yeah, he is," you confess, your voice tinged with affection. "He's got these blue eyes that just... draw you in. And his smile..." You trail off, lost in the memory of the way his smile could light up a room.

Alex watches your face light up as you speak, recognizing the signs of someone head over heels. "Looks like you've got it bad," he comments with a smile. "What's his name?"

"Dominick, he's a detective," you explain, the words sounding surreal as they leave your mouth. "So his hours are all over the place. Some days he's working into the wee hours of the morning, others he'll get a call in the middle of dinner. And it's not just late nights, either. Sometimes he gets called in on his days off, too."

Alex's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "A detective? That's kinda sexy," he says with a coy smirk. "He's all serious and dedicated to his job, huh?"

You can’t help but laugh at Alex's comment. "He is," you agree, the image of him working late into the night popping into your mind. "Dedicated to a fault, sometimes. He'll work himself into the ground if someone doesn't force him to take a break."

Alex chuckles and nods in understanding. "It sounds like he's got that workaholic mentality," he observes. “Maybe he needs someone to remind him to stop and smell the coffee once in a while."

You laugh, feeling a pang in your chest as you think about how true that statement is. "Yeah," you agree, a hint of a bittersweet melancholy in your voice. "He's been through a lot in his line of work. The weight on his shoulders... It's a lot. But somehow, he always manages to carry it with this resilience that's admirable."

The bell over the door chimes, indicating more customers, you and Alex wash your hands before putting on your gloves as you wait for them to order.

The customers came in and started rattling off their complicated orders, some wanting nonfat milk foamed extra hot, others requesting decaf espresso, and the orders seemed to go on and on. You and Alex work diligently, keeping up with the demand and making sure each drink was made to perfection. After the long line of customers finally dwindled, you and Alex share a glance, both of you weary from the rush. 

"That was intense," you remark, removing your gloves and resting your hands on the counter.

"No kidding," Alex agreed, letting out a long sigh. "I swear, some people act like the fate of the world rests on the coffee we make them."

You laugh at his comment. "I think if they didn't have their caffeine fix, the world might actually end for some of them."

"Good point," Alex concedes, a cheeky grin on his face. "We’re saving the world, one espresso at a time."

Just as you were about to continue the banter, the bell over the door chimes again, signaling more customers. You and Alex share exasperated glances before plastering on polite smiles and preparing to serve the newcomers.

As you were in the middle of making a macchiato, you notice Sonny walking through the doors of the shop. A mixture of surprise and happiness filled your chest, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. You glance up to see that he is scanning the cafe, eyes searching for you. You try to focus on the task at hand, finishing off the foam on the drink before passing it to the customer with a smile. He looks tired, with dark shadows under his eyes and a weary frown etched onto his face. You wanted to rush over to him, wrap your arms around him, and ask what was wrong. But you were busy handling the line of customers, and you can’t leave Alex to face the caffeine-craving crowd alone.

So you settle for a small wave and a warm smile, hoping he’d understand that you are glad to see him, even though you can’t spare much attention right now. He nods and gives you a tired smile, clearly not wanting to distract you from work. Nevertheless, just seeing his face gave you a renewed energy, making the rest of the shift feel slightly more bearable. Whenever there was a rare moment without a customer, you stole glances at him, noticing the way he quietly leaned against a table, his eyes closing momentarily, and a sigh leaving his lips. He looked exhausted.

While working on finishing an Iced Chai, you lean over to Alex and nudge his shoulder. "There, the guy sitting by himself, that's him, that's Sonny."

Alex glances over your shoulder to where you were gesturing. "The exhausted-looking one over there?" he asks, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "That's the guy you've been pining over?"

You smack his arm playfully. "Hey, don't be rude. He's just tired, he's had a long few days of work," you defend, feeling a pang of protectiveness toward Sonny.

Alex chuckles and holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I get it. He's your knight in shining armor." He gives you a sly smile. "But he also kinda looks like he might pass out any minute now."

You bite your lip, worry gnawing at you again. "I know," you sigh, taking a quick look at Sonny who is now rubbing his eyes. "I just wish I could go over there and make sure he's okay."

"Don't you get a break soon?" Alex asks, his tone a little softer now. "Maybe you can go over and talk to him then."

"Yeah, Vinny, is supposed to clock in about five minutes, then at six we get Martha," You inform Alex. 

He waves you off, "Go now, I can handle it, besides the crowd seemed to die down, I can handle five minutes alone."

"Are you sure?" You ask.

Alex shooed you with a grin. "Don't worry about me, I can handle a couple of coffee addicts by myself for a bit." He jokingly pats your head. "Go take care of your detective."

With Alex's reassurance, you take a glance at the mostly empty cafe before making your way over to Sonny. He hadn't moved from his spot, still looking worn out as he leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

You approach him and place a hand gently on his shoulder, trying not to startle him. "Hey," you say quietly, your voice soft. "You look wiped out."

He looks up, surprise in his eyes for a moment before he recognizes you. "Hey," he replies, his voice rough with fatigue. He attempts a weak smile. "That obvious, huh?" Sonny blinks, bringing his attention to you, a weary smile appearing on his face as he looks at you. "Hey," he greets, his voice raspy from exhaustion. "Yeah, I'm exhausted. It's been a long week, to say the least."

You take a seat beside him, your concern deepening as you notice the shadows under his eyes and the fatigue etched on his face. "I can tell," you comment, studying his tired features. "Have you been getting any sleep at all?"

“Between these cases and the night classes twice a week at Fordham, not much…”

You frown at his confession, your worry only mounting. "Sonny, you can't keep pushing yourself like this," you say gently but firmly. "You need rest. You're going to burn yourself out at this rate."

He manages a weary chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "You sound like Rollins and my Lieutenant," he says with a hint of a laugh in his voice. "They've been on my case about taking care of myself too."

You nudge him softly, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Well, maybe Rollins and your Lieutenant are onto something," you retort, trying to lighten the mood. "You need someone to nag you, obviously."

He chuckles again, a tired but genuine smile forming on his face. "You volunteering for the job?" he teases, his eyes meeting yours.

You pretend to think for a moment before smiling mischievously at him. "Maybe. Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes, after all. When’s the last time you ate?"

He ponders for a moment, his tired brain struggling to recall. "I had breakfast this morning," he replies, running a hand through his messy hair. "I think... I can't really remember, to be honest."

"C'mon let me make you something, and no, no pastries. I mean actual food."

He looks at you, his eyes weary but filled with tenderness. "You don't have to, I don't want to add more work for you and your friends," he protests, looking up at Alex behind the counter and talking to Vinny. Sonny gives them both a small wave.

"Don't you dare start that 'I don't want to inconvenience you' speech," you say sternly, making eye contact to emphasize your point. "I'm making you something and that's final. How about a grilled cheese to hold you over until my shift ends in 20 minutes, Then we can have dinner at mine.”

Sonny's stomach grumbles, betraying his protest. He chuckles lightly, nodding in defeat. "Okay, doll, you win," he relents with a small smile. "A grilled cheese sounds pretty good right now."

You give him a victorious grin and get up from your spot, making your way behind the counter. You quickly whipped up two grilled cheese sandwiches, using fresh sourdough bread and slices of provolone cheese. The aroma of melted cheese fills the air as you cook the sandwich on the pan, the golden brown exterior crisping perfectly.

Alex and Vinny sneak up behind you, a duo of cheekiness and mischief. 

"Aww, look at you, playing waitress for your man," Alex teases, a grin on his face.

Vinny chimes in, a sly smirk forming on his lips. "Should we expect wedding invites soon, huh?"

You roll your eyes, amused and slightly embarrassed at their playful jibes. "Shut up, you two," you retort, trying to sound stern while fighting a smile. "It's just a grilled cheese, alright?" Alex and Vinny exchange a conspiratorial look, still smirking.

"Just a grilled cheese, huh?" Alex repeats, a playful lilt to his tone. "And I bet you're serving it on your finest china with a side of homemade soup."

Vinny snickers, joining in on the banter. "Yeah, and maybe some candlelight and some smooth jazz in the background?"

You laugh, shaking your head at their relentless joking. "You two are insufferable, you know that?" you respond, feigning annoyance, though your smile gives you away. "No, no candlelight or smooth jazz. Just a grilled cheese on a normal plate." They both feign disappointment, a dramatic sigh escaping both of their lips. 

“Aww, no romantic atmosphere? No fancy presentation?" Alex asks dramatically, hand over his heart.

Vinny joins in, pouting overdramatically, "Where's the showmanship? The pizazz?"

You laugh louder now, their antics lightening the mood. "Oh, sorry to disappoint, guys," you retort, handing the sandwich to the waiting Sonny. "Next time I'll go all out with the silver service, a string quartet, and maybe hire a couple of gondoliers to serenade us as well." They both nod appreciatively, pretending to be satisfied.

Alex grins, "Now that's more like it."

Vinny agrees, "Yeah, we'll hold you to that. We expect nothing less for your next date."

You roll your eyes once more, shaking your head. "Duly noted, gentlemen. I'll be sure to consult you both for all future romantic endeavors," you reply dryly, though you can't help but be amused by their relentless teasing.

You carry the tray of food over to where Sonny is sitting, placing it down on the table in front of him. A grin forms on his face as he sees the grilled cheese, a mixture of hunger and appreciation in his tired eyes.

"You're a lifesaver," he comments, reaching for his sandwich and taking a large bite. His expression lights up as he savors the taste.

You settle down beside him and start eating your sandwich, enjoying the peaceful moment. You notice the weariness starting to fade from Sonny's face as he eats.

"Feeling better?" you ask, looking at him with a soft smile.

Sonny nods, wiping his mouth with a napkin before replying. "Yeah, I am. This is exactly what I needed," he says, a content smile on his face. "Your grilled cheeses are magic, you know that?"

You giggle at the comment, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction. "I don't know about magic. Maybe it's just a secret ingredient called love," you tease, winking at him.

You hear the bell above the door go off and you see Martha, an older lady, who is basically the mom figure you all needed to keep you in check, arrive. You made sure to greet her and ask her how she was doing. You watched as she walked into the back, feeling watched your eyes moved to behind the counter to see Alex and Vinny staring at you and Sonny. They're whispering and giggling to each other, their glances between you and Sonny clearly directed. You roll your eyes, knowing full well what they were up to. You could practically hear the gears turning in their heads, concocting some new teasing material.

"Is she you're replacement?" Sonny asks, and you nod with a smile.

"Yeah, that's Martha," you confirm, turning back to Sonny. "She's the unofficial 'mom' around here. She keeps us in line and makes sure we're all staying sane and functioning."

Sonny looks over at Martha, watching as she hums to herself while organizing something behind the counter. "Looks like she takes her job seriously," he comments with a small, tired smile.

You nod in agreement. "She does," you reply, a fond expression on your face. "She's the glue that holds us all together. And she knows exactly how to handle these two," you add, gesturing to Alex and Vinny who were still peering at you from behind the counter. "She's all about making sure we eat, get enough sleep, and don't work ourselves too hard. Which means she's going to be all over your case soon," you add with a wink.

Sonny chuckles, though it's obvious that the sleep deprivation is getting to him. "Great, another person to nag me about getting some shut-eye," he quips, the playful edge in his voice slightly diminished by his fatigue.

"You ready to head home before you fall asleep in my shop?"

Sonny nods, a weary but grateful expression on his face. "Yeah," he says, the exhaustion evident in his voice. "Lead the way."

You gather your belongings and bid farewell to Alex and Vinny, who, of course, cannot help themselves and start making lovey-dovey faces and noises. You roll your eyes good-naturedly. Make sure to thank Martha for coming in and to call if she needs anything until closing.

After the goodbyes, you gather your belongings from the back and then lead Sonny out of the café. The cold air hits your face, a crisp autumn breeze sending a shiver down your spine.

"Cold?" Sonny asks, noticing your shiver. Before you can answer, he slips his suit jacket off and wraps it over your shoulders, pulling it to fit snugly around you.

"A little," you admit, the warmth of his jacket immediately enveloping you. You pull it tighter around yourself, breathing in the subtle scent of Sonny's aftershave that clung to the fabric. "Thanks."

The two of you walked back to the apartments. The walk back is relatively peaceful, the city noise a hushed background as the two of you walk together. 

Masterlist

[malevolent-muse]

Update: Finally Forsaken - SVU Fan Fic

 *This is a LONG FIC that is UPDATED most WEEKENDS*

Fandom: SVU/CI/Chicago PD Ships: Goren/Benson, Carisi/ OFC/ OMC Status: WIP  Rating: Explicit Warnings: Violence, Non-Con Summary: The final work in the Trials and Tribulations Series. After all he has been through: the abduction, getting rescued years later, being committed to a mental institution, and having to fight to be reinstated as a detective, Robert Goren has reached the events that will carve out his final destiny or his doom.

 Far too long to post on Tumblr. My apologies but to read this I'll have to redirect you to AO3 to read the new chapter.

For the full Trials and Tribulations of Robert Goren series click HERE to read from the beginning.

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[vivaciousoceans]

Do you have any Barson fic recommendations? I love reading fan fic :)

I've been really into reading fics centered around Stablers return and how that impacts Barson, so most of my recs may follow that premise:

Pride by adrianna_m_scovill, This one isn't Stabler friendly, but I was literally checking everyday to see if there was update! I would honestly recommend you just read every barson fic this writer has written.

Slipping Right Through My Fingers by CD64, A great selection of mostly fluffy one-shots

These beautiful things that I've got by Mischevious_Oddity, A one shot that honestly boils down pre-season 19 barson chemistry in 1,257 words. They're just always looking at each other with intensity that feels too intimate for a bar full of people.

Of Scotch and Sideways Glances by jonasnightingale, A collection of oneshots and drabbles that range from heartbreakingly devastating to tooth-rotting fluff. I've read almost every story in this collection.

A Push in the Right Direction by MondlerBarsonfan, Another one of my favorites, and a premise i think could be totally plausible in the show

Back to Past by doddymoddy, This whole fic was just *chefs kiss*, I love a story where Carisi is barsons biggest shipper, because those are literally his parents.

[bullet-prooflove]

I’d love to see your version of a secret spouse/SO with any of the following

Duarte

Jubal Valentine

Jimmy Lanik

And/Or

Sam Abrams.

Feel free to write as many or as few of those as you want. You are a genius writer.

Also, why don’t you write for barba or Carisi anymore?

Jubal doesn’t tell anyone he’s seeing you. He keeps it on the downlow because he doesn’t want to jinx it. If he’s honest with himself, part of it is because he can’t actually believe that it’s finally happening, that he gets to wake up alongside of you each morning.

It stays a secret for about two months, until Scola comes knocking because he left his I.D badge on your coffee table the night before when the two of you were watching the game. He’s kissing you goodbye when he literally opens the door and sees the other man standing there. He expects it to spread after that but it doesn’t. Scola’s good at keeping secrets, he’s been keeping a lid on the way Jubal feels about you since the day you took a bullet for your partner.

It's O.A. that finds out next, the two of you are getting dinner in a tiny hole in the wall restaurant. Jubal’s just reached across the table and taken your hand when Omar appears alongside of you. He’s picking up an order for dinner with his cousins and saw the two of you sitting there.

“It’s been a long time coming.” He tells the two of you with a knowing smile.

He’s not wrong. It’s taken years to get to this point and Jubal’s grateful it’s happening now after you’ve made the shift to Counter Terrorism.

Maggie works it out when she sees you on a run. It’s six in the morning and she’s completing a second circuit of her new route when she spots the two of you at a coffee shop near the park. She notices Jubal’s wearing yesterday’s shirt, before he leans in to kiss you. She tells O.A. later on that morning and he simply gives her that shit eating grin.

“You knew.” She accuses.

“For over a month.” He tells her.

Tiffany knows that Jubal’s seeing someone, she’s known ever since she pointed out the lipstick on his cheek one morning. She just doesn’t realise who it is until you’re called in to work a case together. She realises how much your body language has changed since you used to work here, how instead of putting distance between the two of you, you’re leaning in instead.

“It’s finally happened.” She tells Scola when the case is over, and he snorts before telling her she’s three months too late.

The relationship isn’t even on Isobel’s radar, not until six months down the line. She’s leaving her office when she sees the two of you step onto the elevator together. Jubal’s hand reaches for yours, fingers entwining, and she knows she’s looking at a couple in love. She smiles to herself because out of everyone the two of you deserve it.

This plays into my Jubal work moving forward. Also the reference to Scola keeping Jubal's secret is to an upcoming fic called 'Just in Case'.

Answer to your Q:

I'm just not a fan of them anymore. I really liked what they did in the end with Rollisi, not the beginning but the way it turned out with them and in my head that's OTP. For Barba, I rewatched his eps a while ago and I just hated what they did to his character towards the end, like he became a different person. - also for me I think I was done with him after I finnished writing 'All In' I couldn't imagine him with anyone other then Jen after that.

[alistairsprayerwarrior]

For you SVU fan girlies, how common are Carisi/F!OC fics? Or is it cringe to make one? 😭

Also I’m starting to notice a fucking trend for what gets me going when I’ve already got Alistair brainrot, along with Cullen and Sebastian - ALL OF WHICH ARE CHANTRY BOYS and lo and behold Caruso’s a fucking CATHOLIC WHO LITERALLY WANTED TO JOIN THE PRIESTHOOD… nevermind the fact that he’s also a generic blonde dude —AHHHH

[pixiedane]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Olivia Benson, Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, Amanda Rollins, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Terry Bruno, Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay (Star Trek), Tuvok (Star Trek), Tom Paris, B'Elanna Torres, Additional Characters in Minor Roles Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Canon-Typical Violence, Child Abandonment, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, Altered Mental States, Trauma Series:  Starfleet SVU Summary:

The SVU team have some questions about the warp ten incident.

Threshold 

Happy Threshold Day! Starfleet SVU is something I have been thinking about for a long while and I decided to use the holiday to kickstart it. This story takes place after Voyager gets home and features the current cast of Law & Order: SVU (season 25).

Star Trek/Lizard Babies fans, you do not need to know SVU to enjoy this fic (@liz-squids confirmed this for me). SVU fans, it would be difficult to follow without knowing Voyager and as hilarious as it would be for "Threshold" to be someone's introduction to Star Trek, I do not encourage that. If you know/like both of these very flawed series that I love very much, this fic is for you.

[adarafaelbarba]

fanfic end of the year asks: 3,5,14,18

3. Favorite line/scene you wrote this year? From fanfics, has to be any of my dad!Mike or dad!Joe fics. But of all times this year, has to be a scene from my book, which I can't disclose yet, but it was intense to write and I just loved it 🤩

5. Most popular fic this year? I think this Sonny Carisi one is the most popular one I've written this year, as it has 208 notes 😳

14. A fic you didn't expect to write? Hmmm, good question. I don't really have a fan fic answer for this, but my short story was definitely one I didn't expect to write, especially not from the genre it is written in.

18. Current number of wips? Too Many 🤪🤣💕

wanna ask me something? Here's the list 🥰

[aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide]

again If you're against Rollins, can you please add "anti amanda rollins" so her fans can avoid seeing your posts, same goes for carisi

I'm not against Rollins at all. I have written nearly a hundred fics with Rollins in them. One of these anons is definitely against Rollins though ...

What I am against is lazy writing, bad exec decisions, billionaire show creators, idiotic TV politics, and ignoring canon for the sake of convenience when it comes to ratings/money.

[professorwerewolfmcwerewolf]

Barisi fans,

I feel I've read enough Barisi fanfics at this point to confidently say: We sleep on Rachel Bay Jones way too much.

I've read many a fic with Rafael singing as we know Raúl sings like an angel. Alright, we purposefully pull Rafael out of his shell to sing. Occasionally with the Carisis present.

But guys. Fam. Y'all. The Carisis already got a beautiful voice who should be singing. Teresa Carisi. Aka Rachel Bay Jones! Where's my DEH + Mia fic? She plays a single mother whose teenage only-child tells a lie that fucking spirals out of control, roping in more and more people and, to an extent, the media, resulting in more people getting hurt and them themselves getting hurt in the process. TWICE. Give me Teresa singing So Big / So Small.

But my point wasn't Mia. My point is give me Barba-Carisi family gatherings and someone, maybe Tommy, got the great idea to rent a karaoke machine. Lucia and Sonny pressure Rafi into singing. Then later Bella, Sonny, Gina, and Mia do the same to Teresa. Everyone realizes they both sound amazing. Duet! Duet! Duet!

[lovecarisi]

Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 6: Relief

Dominick’s not there when you wake up. It’s almost 11am and your head feels like it’s about to split open. The curtains are still drawn and you’re thankful for the dark room. There’s water, coffee, and aspirin on the nightstand and you swallow pretty much everything within seconds before sinking back down into the pillow. Your stomach is in knots but not from the alcohol. You remember. Not word for word but you remember the gist of it. Fuck. The embarrassment you feel is overwhelming. What the fuck were you thinking? Even for drunk you, this is a new low. Normally you pride yourself in not making a fool of yourself under the influence; you’re usually the drunk friend that keeps all the other drunk friends in check. Damn, you knew as soon as you arrived at this house, as soon as you and Dominick entered this room with your bags that this would be a test and that you would fail miserably. God. And this had only been Day One. Now what would await you? Would he be mad? Sad? Would he call it quits? He would probably volunteer to sleep on the sofa for the remainder of the weekend. Not with that crazy girl he regrettably chose to fuck a few weeks ago who turned out to be a mess. Surprise, surprise. 

Wait, was there crying? Did you cry? And did he hold you and did you cry even more when he did? Oh good lord. 

A knock on the door. Fuck. 

‘It’s me.’ Louisa. Thank God. 

She comes in and closes the door. Sits on the bed next to you. 

‘I’m guessing you’re as hungover as the rest of us?’ she smiles a painful smile.

‘I sure am. Where’s Dominick? Is he okay?’ you ask, not sure if you’re ready for the answer. 

‘He’s downstairs. Preparing for the barbeque. He’s going mental, I can tell you, like crazy. That guy has some mad skills when it comes to food. He’s made some marinade - I don’t know what he put in there but it smells so delicious I wanna bathe in it. So yeah, he’s okay, why wouldn’t he be? Did something happen? Did you break his dick or something?’ she giggles and you sigh with relief. 

‘No, we just…I was drunk and said some words. Things. Stuff. I don’t know.’

‘Oh God, what did you say!?!’

‘I’m not sure. Something about him being too good for me. And I might have said that he thinks he has feelings for me but he doesn’t really, and that he will make a good husband for someone one day but just not for me. It was crazy drunk talk and now I hate myself, what can I say. Also I’m pretty sure I started crying because he got annoyed and then he had to comfort me.’

‘Oh honey, no. No you didn’t.’ Louisa looks at you in the most pitying way a best friend can and you feel even more sorry for yourself.

‘Yeah, I did. I feel so awkward. I don’t even know how to face him to be honest. Knowing him, and knowing how fucking good of a man he is, he will definitely pretend he doesn’t remember and I know he remembers because he wasn’t nearly as drunk. So I’m gonna have to pretend that I believe him.’ 

‘Just fuck it out like you always do.’ she suggests and you nod because obviously, that’s what’s most likely going to happen.

Louisa heads back downstairs and you get up and take a shower. Luckily, you feel slightly better afterwards, at least physically. Now comes the hard part. And you decide to be a woman about it. As you walk into the kitchen, Dominick is still there, preparing food with Louisa’s help but she flees as she sees you coming and you give her a grateful smile. He looks up and you wrap your arms around his waist, and thankfully he leans into you invitingly. 

‘I’m sorry about last night.’ you whisper, looking for a reaction from him and he gives you a soft smile. ‘I think I still have a lot of…stuff I haven’t dealt with from my past relationship and I guess that all came up in my drunken state. And I’m sorry I projected that onto you. That wasn’t fair. But you are a good man. And that other man would have taken advantage, so thank you for taking care of me last night. And for not being angry with me.’ 

You’re not quite sure if it’s the entire truth; whether your past relationship has anything to do with what you felt about Dominick last night. But for now it’s the best explanation you can come up with, for yourself and for him. So you mean it, earnestly. And he turns towards you and hugs you, kisses your hair, and you feel so much relief. There’s so much rawness in this moment between you two, you somehow wish you could take it back but at the same time you savor every second of it. 

‘It’s okay, my sweet. I could never be angry with you. And we all have our stuff. I get it. Don’t worry, yeah?’ he assures you and you hug him tighter.

You can tell he’s relieved too, and you’ve been given more time. How much more you don’t know. One month, two, three. Until the end of the summer maybe. Another tremor has passed. 

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The rest of your 4th of July celebrations continue on without a hitch. You and Louisa help Dominick finish with the food, he wouldn’t let anyone else touch anything even though the others offer but he shoos them away. In exchange they take charge of the barbecuing and everything is delicious and you have the most fun, relaxed day, this time with a much more controlled alcohol intake. When the fireworks start in the evening, everyone is busy with each other so Dominick pulls you away and up the stairs and there you are again, naked and entangled under the sheets.

Compared to yesterday afternoon, it’s slow and passionate and you hold on to him for dear life, and it’s probably all the emotions of last night, for both of you. You try not to let it get to you but let’s face it, you are not a very good actress. 

‘It’s okay.’ he whispers as he sinks into you, kissing you deeply. Is this what Louisa meant when she said ‘fuck it out’?

You shut off your mind and let your body take over, or rather, you let Dominick take over your body. Your legs wrap around him and you focus solely on the feeling of him inside you, his skin against yours, his breath, the way he moans your name. It’s an intoxicating feeling having him this close. If you’re being completely honest with yourself it messes with your mind and perhaps that’s why you prefer the less intimate ways. One could argue that being on all fours and having a man raw you from behind is even more intimate but no, this is it for you. There’s no escaping how he looks into your eyes, how he kisses you; you are trapped, not just physically. Of course it feels wonderful, there’s no denying it. Everything is so intense with Dominick, and in these moments he brings you to the brink of almost forgetting that you are only lovers, not in love. And that is a dangerous thing. 

So yes, it’s cute and lovely when you ‘make love’ but you will always try to fuck instead for that exact reason. To avoid the feeling in your stomach you get when your eyes meet and he tells you that there isn’t a minute of the day he doesn’t think of you. And you should feel delighted but there’s regret and guilt you feel when he says it, so you kiss him again desperately so he doesn’t realize. So then you shut off your mind because you’ve had enough of your own fucked up thoughts this weekend and you try to focus on just the way your body feels. And your back arches as Dominick thrusts into you, still slowly but expertly hitting your gspot. He cups your breast softly, telling you how beautiful you are, and you do feel beautiful with him, and you do tell him he’s beautiful too because he is. Your hands grab his arms, tracing the muscles there, up his shoulders, down his back, leaving light scratch marks on his tanned skin, and you know he likes it as he hisses into your ear. You’ve gotten carried away in the past, just looking at him; while he was sleeping, while he was lying next to you in the sun. Giving him up will mean going cold turkey and you know it so you have to enjoy every inch of him as long as you can. You do wish you could stop time. 

When you pack your bags the next day it feels surprisingly bittersweet. All the anxiety you felt about sharing a room with Dominick for the weekend has been replaced by sadness that it’s over and you two have to leave your love nest behind. First night’s alcohol-fueled antics aside, it’s been really nice and knowing you’ll never get this back makes your heart sink. He seems to read your mind.

‘This wasn’t so bad.’ Dominick says, grabbing his toiletries from the bathroom. 

‘Yeah, well, apart from my little emotional outburst I’d say we did pretty good.’ 

‘Happens to the best of us.’ he smirks but you still wish you could make it unhappen. 

‘I guess we’re not gonna see each other for a while then, huh?’ you’re referring to the Bar of course, and the fact that it’s less than four weeks to the exam and all of you have to study and none of you need distractions.

‘For real? I’d think we need a bit of a, y’know, stress relief, at the end of each day. Like, as a reward.’ he’s standing there with his hands on his hips, all serious and you have to laugh. 

‘Okay, fair enough. So a stress relief fuck date every night?’ 

‘You don’t have to make it sound so seedy but yeah.’ 

You roll your eyes at him, cursing him for being adorable and so needy for you. Truth be told, you don’t think you could have gone even a week without him. If he hadn’t suggested it, you would have been at his door in a matter of days, scratching like a starved kitten, begging to be fed and petted. You’re just as bad as he is. 

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So it goes. Your alarm wakes you every day at 6am. A shower, a huge cup of iced coffee, a quick breakfast, and then it’s you and the books and papers until noon. You allow yourself ten minutes for a lunch break, usually some prepared snack or a bagel, more coffee, repeat. Time flies by and soon it’s 8pm and your stomach is growling and your doorbell rings and it’s Dominick and he always brings food and you devour it and then you devour each other. He was right about the stress relief. It does wonders. By 9.30pm you are usually asleep, worn out from studying and sex. He stays with you some nights but he knows not to be there when your alarm goes off so you have developed a routine although you do allow yourself to spend the weekends at his place, studying together, a little bit more relaxed. 

You admire his brain. The way he thinks. You have no doubt he’s going to pass the Bar with ease. Dominick says the same thing about you but you have always been unsure of yourself while he has this confidence, this tenacity that seems to just flow through him naturally. When you imagine him as a lawyer, you can just see a jury hanging on his every word while he delivers his opening or closing arguments or questions the witnesses; his intelligence, eloquence and charm all paired up will make for a deadly combination in a courtroom. It certainly worked on you, from the very first second. Dominick has this force of attraction about him that makes everyone around him, no matter the gender, want to be close to him, talk to him, have his attention. And at times it had made you jealous before realizing that you were the center of his attention, always. You’ve never used the term ‘exclusive’ and there have been instances when gorgeous girls have made their way over to him while you were nowhere near him but watching from afar. There were no rules about flirting with other people and he was unaware you were even looking but it put a winning smile on your face every time you saw him ignore their advances. In all honesty, the thought of him with someone else killed you inside. You knew, eventually you would both move on from one another and then some other girl would have him. Once you let him go you would have to be ready for that. But right now you weren’t ready to let him go just yet. 

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The day of the Bar finally came and went and overall you have a good feeling about it. Now all you could do is wait for the results, stay at your part-time job in the meantime, or, if you’re lucky, get that clerk position with Emily at the UN you applied for. At the moment though, you’re in limbo, so you enjoy the summer, let the pressure fall off your shoulders, and celebrate with your friends. 

One of your fellow students is throwing a party on the rooftop of his apartment building the day after the exam. It’s the hottest day of the summer, or so they said and you’re wearing your skimpiest dress, hair up, and trying to cool yourself by pressing a cold glass of Vodka Soda against your neck. Dominick is late, on the hunt for more ice he promised to bring. You scan the crowd, wondering how many of these people will stay in your life now that you don’t even see each other at the library anymore. It’s a new chapter in your life for all of you and a lot of you will move on, perhaps even you. At the end of the day though, New York is a village and being in the same profession, you will run into each other, like it or not. 

A cold pair of hands on your shoulders interrupts your thoughts and you shriek in surprise, turning around to find Dominick giggling at you. 

‘Ugh, you’re so mean!’ you scold but kiss the corner of his mouth, hugging him. 

‘And here I was thinking you’d appreciate it considering this heat!’ he hugs you back, swaying you from side to side a little.

‘With a bit of a warning, maybe.’ there you are again, back and forth like an old married couple. You have to roll your eyes at yourself. 

‘You look divine.’ he says and lets go of you, looking you up and down.

‘I’m sweating, everywhere.’

‘That’s hot. Won’t make a difference then when I tear off that dress and throw you down somewhere to-’ you put your finger on his lips to shut him up as you see some of your friends approaching.

That visual he gave you stays with you the entire night. And apparently, he has some thoughts on his mind as well. You can tell by how his fingers are brushing the back of your thighs just below the hem of your dress every time he walks by you. The way he tucks the loose strands of your hair behind your ears whenever he stands next to you, hand lingering there for a bit too long. The way his eyes are focusing on your lips whenever you suck on your straw and you make a point of licking them ever so often, on purpose, of course. Fluttering your lashes up at him innocently, making him blush because he sure as fuck is thinking about your mouth wrapped around his cock. And he sighs and looks away, and swears under his breath and you giggle and he comes back, his hand on the small of your back. 

And you check that no one is watching and you stick your butt out a little and he double-checks for witnesses, and his hand wanders there for a brief second. Cupping your asscheek, squeezing before he withdraws quickly as though he burned himself on a hot oven. Then your fingers, wet from the condensation of your cold glass, casually wander down your neck to the mounds of your breasts, leaving a moist trail you know he is dying to lick. He clears his throat, moving closer again and you feel the heat of his body against yours, you can swear he’s shaking as he grabs your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh under the makeshift bar. He’s dangerously close to your lace-covered center, a few more inches and he would feel just how wet you are from toying with him like this. So you walk away to the other side of the roof, out of sight a little bit, leaning against the wall, waiting for him to join you. 

‘You’re being a really bad girl tonight.’ Dominick sighs, flustered out of his mind. 

‘I can be even worse.’ you grin, shoving your leg between his legs, feeling him get hard. 

‘Don’t you dare.’ he warns softly but you know he has lost this battle already and there’s not much he can do. 

‘What? Hmm?’ you raise your leg, until your thigh is at his crotch, moving back and forth gently over him. 

‘Stop!’

‘You came over here. You followed me. Just walk away then. You can’t, huh?’ you laugh, continuing your movements.

‘No, I can’t. You got me in a chokehold and you know it. You and these red lips.’ his thumb is on your bottom lip and you open your mouth, sucking it in, making him gasp.

‘You want something else in there, don’t you, Dominick?’ you look up at him and he has that look on his face, that look of denial but you know what he wants. ‘You want me to be a really, really bad girl? You want me to suck your cock and swallow your cum for you, hmm? Every last drop? I want it so bad, Dominick. I want to taste you so bad. Have you throbbing in my mouth.’ 

He curses and grabs you and you giggle while he pulls you toward the rooftop exit. Down the stairs you go until you find a dark corner in the stairwell, and soon that red lipstick of yours is leaving marks down his neck, chest and stomach. And you get on your knees and unbuckle his belt and his head falls back against the cool wall and you feel dizzy because he looks so fucking hot and you can’t wait to make him feel good. His cock is rock hard as you pull down his underwear and you take him into your mouth hungrily, and he growls your name desperately. He can’t help but grab your head and fuck into you but you don’t mind; on the contrary, you can feel yourself growing even wetter as his cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. You riled him up good all evening and seeing him lose it is all you wanted.  

It doesn’t take long until you can feel his muscles tense but instead of picking up the pace he withdraws from your mouth, leaving you surprised as he pulls you up. His hand immediately under your dress, feeling for your wetness and he smiles before kissing you sinfully.  

‘Ah, you thought you could fuck with me? Act like you got me all wrapped around your little finger? Like you’re the one in control. Nuh-uh, kitten. Look how wet you are for me. Two can play that game, baby.’ he whispers, shoving you against the wall as he removes your thong.

You want to protest but his words make you delirious as he wraps your legs around his hips, aligning himself with your entrance. He kisses you again and slips into you without effort, immediately starting a hard, relentless rhythm, fucking you against the wall. 

Fuck. You come undone. Yes, you wanted to be in control but now he’s making you lose all of it. All you can do is hold on to him while he slams into you, over and over. It’s quick, it’s rough, it lasts only a few minutes. The only sounds are your moans and your bodies, slick with sweat, pounding together. And you cum hard and unexpectedly, biting down on his shoulder to stifle a scream that the whole apartment complex would have heard otherwise. He can barely hold you up, his own knees buckling from his orgasm, and when it’s over you just hang from each other, foreheads pressed together, panting, shaking. 

And then somewhere above you you can hear a door open and footsteps coming down the stairs and you quickly gather up your clothes and retreat further into the corner, giggling. 

‘How ironic would it be if we’d get arrested one day after taking the Bar?’ he says, zipping up his jeans while you pull up your thong. 

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Half an hour later Dominick walks you home and kisses you goodnight in front of your building. You can tell he wants to come up but you leave for Connecticut in the morning, to visit your family for a few days. Come to think of it, it’s the longest you’ve been without him since the two weeks at the beginning of your summer fling. And you admit to yourself that you’re going to miss him terribly.    

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thank you so much to my betareader for this chapter @pascalispretty aka The Rose of the Reach on AO3 please check out her works!)

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[pascalispretty]

i just found your Carisi fics on ao3 and im 🫠🫠🫠 ive never read smut like that its so damn hot ive been fanning myself

asdhjkfl, thank you so much 😭😭i've been meaning to get back into writing for him, i miss my lanky man

[pdamndiabolical]

The site is built for instant downloads so I don't really understand finding it weird or uncomfortable unless the author specifically requests you not download them.

This reminds me of 2016 when I was having a monumentally difficult time in my personal life and for some reason got into the SVU ship of Barba/Carisi (the reason is being a fan of Raul Esparza lol) and I printed off a ton of barisi fic to take with me to a hotel when I was traveling alone and paneling at a convention there. Whether or not you're going through it sometimes you just want Portable Fanfiction

ok was talking to a friend and now i’m crazy curious:

expand on ur answer in the tags if you want & rb for more answers pls pls pls !!!!

[malevolent-muse]

 Update: Finally Forsaken - SVU Fan Fic

*This is a LONG FIC that is UPDATED most WEEKENDS* 

Fandom: SVU/CI/Chicago PD Ships: Goren/Benson, Carisi/ OFC/ OMC Status: WIP  Rating: Explicit Warnings: Violence, Non-Con Summary: The final work in the Trials and Tribulations Series. After all he has been through: the abduction, getting rescued years later, being committed to a mental institution, and having to fight to be reinstated as a detective, Robert Goren has reached the events that will carve out his final destiny or his doom.

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[bishopsbelova]

Oh yes Amanda is a sports fan and definitely baseball, totally a Braves fan. Carisi, he's italian, there's soccer in his life too, I can feel it lol (sorry I'm italian, soccer here is n.1 sport 😅) I don't know if only MLS or also european teams. (The bar where they did the goodbye party for him in season 21 premiere was playing a soccer game at the tv, maybe it was a sign 😄). He talked about an aunt in Ischia which is an island off the coast of Napoli so maybe if part of the family is from the south which I believe it is (Serafina feels like a 'south mom') he could go for SSC Napoli, idk. But he had a granfather from Torino too if I remember correctly so maybe the father part of the family is from the north? Who knows. I think tho we're talking about grandparents or gran granparents italian heritage here, because I think/feel like Serafina and Dominick senior were born in America.

-God i would love for one of the girls to start play soccer, and following the women teams so he and Amanda bring her to see some USWNT or NWSL games too.-

Also Carisi played basketball so maybe he follow basketball? Make it Knicks or Nets? I feel like Knicks, I don't see him much watching football tho, but maybe baseball yes, feels like a Mets guy lol (because I saw Peter with a Mets shirt once). Imagine Mets vs Braves at casa Rollins-Carisi 😂

Amanda being a braves fan was the easily thing to put together lmao.

Honestly all the teams I know are NCAA basketball and SEC football - it’s all college sports for me - I don’t know hardly any major leagues lmao (and that’s on being raised in the south 😅) and a handful of baseball teams

I only know hockey teams because my best friend from college was a Pittsburgh Penguins fan 😅

Soccer is like a foreign concept to me but I think I have subconsciously decided that Jesse would pick up soccer for some reason so I could definitely see it (literally trying to work on a fic right now that drops a mention of it 🤣)

Lmao them watching a baseball game at home of their competing teams would be something I’d love to see