#dominic sonny carisi

[ameliora-j]

ive just had surgery and binging thru ur sonny stuff,, can you write something smutty for sonny x reader in a hospital bed? plspkspkspkspks

since u asked so nicely sweet girl !

“shhh” sonny urges, the two of you giggling as your lips connect in never ending kisses. “you have to be quiet if you want to do this, amore” he hums, his kisses trailing down your neck as his hand squeezes your thigh gently, slowly spreading your legs.

“feel like horny teenagers” you whisper softly as he kisses you once more. a soft moan escapes your lips as his fingers ghost over your panty-clad cunt. sonny chuckles against your lips at your statement, pressing down on your clothed clit as you grind on his hand. “please…” you whine.

your nurses are coming in every hour on the hour, and it’s ten till. sonny realizes he has between five and ten minutes to make you cum, and feeling how wet you are decides it’s enough. “don’t worry baby, i’ll give you what you want” he hums, pushing two fingers easily into your slippery opening.

your mouth drops open, but before you can let out an earth shattering moan, sonny is pressing his lips to your’s and all but forcing his tongue into your mouth. his fingers expertly curve to press against your gspot, his thumb stroking over your clit as tears of pleasure spill over your lashline. “you’re so tight, tesoro… such a wet little pussy” he mumbles against your skin as he nips down your neck.

“sonny…” you gasp wetly around a moan, your cunt fluttering around his thick digits. all you can do is whine and moan as he repeatedly presses his fingers against your gspot. your head is buried in his neck, hiding your moans as he pushed you to an orgasm.

“breathe steady, tesoro… don’t want your heart rate alerting your nurses” he smirked, winking down on you. “just take my fingers like a good little girl… moan for me, bambina… let me hear you” he growls, his fingers picking up their pace as he feels the walls of your cunt fluttering around him.

“i… i need to… i need to cum” you stammer, trying to steady your breathing as you hear the heart rate monitor changing. sonny doesn’t say anything, only doubling down in his efforts to make you cum, circling his thumb around your clit. your jaw drops as you look up at him, forcing you into a kiss to conceal the loud moan you let out as your cum gushes onto his fingers just as you hear the nurse knocking on the door to come and check your vitals.

[hoe4almondmilk]

Little Things

Sonny Carisi x Fem!Reader

a/n: I’m like really sad and in my feelings so y’all know I gotta write my feelings out.

Warnings: just slight angst, relationship problems and some light arguing.

Sonny let out a deep huff as he watched you pack your suitcase. “Please, don’t do this, (y/n). I’m sorry! How many times do I have to apologize?” He pleaded. 

“When you actually start to mean it, Sonny.” You sniffled and continued to hustle around your shared bedroom. Finding things to pack up in your medium sized suitcase. 

You were honestly just packing up for a few days and staying with your sister in Staten Island but still you knew it was gonna be tough for both of you. You really didn’t want to be doing this but you needed a break. Both of you did.

“Please, (y/n) … I’m sure our reservations are still good. I’m sorry...” Sonny continued to beg.

“They’re not. It took me months to even get those.” You said coldly, trying to hold back emotions. 

You wanted to forgive him but how could you? This was your anniversary dinner that you and him had been planning for the past seven months. But, like the workaholic Sonny is, he completely forgot and picked up an extra shift. You knew if you had said no to him picking up the shift and reminding him, he would’ve gone. Key word: reminding him. You were constantly reminding him. Reminding him about dates and even small things like picking something up. You tried to forget those but your anniversary dinner? That was almost unforgivable. You shouldn’t have had to remind him about your anniversary. It was his marriage too. 

Sonny began to plead again, “I’m sorr- “

“Shut up!” You snapped. 

Sonny paused. His mouth slightly agape. He never heard you snap at him like that. He was in absolute shock. 

“If you were sorry, you would’ve remembered Sonny. If you cared enough, you would’ve put a reminder on your phone. You put reminders for everything else in your life, work, friends, I mean for God’s sake you had a reminder for Amanda’s birthday!” You cried. “It’s almost like you’re married to her sometimes...” 

“You know that’s not true...” Sonny replied. 

“What else am I supposed to think? It’s the little things, Sonny! This is starting to feel like the loneliest marriage.” You said as you zipped up your suitcase.

“Where are you going?” Sonny asked, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he followed you to the door of your apartment.

“I’m going to my sister’s back in Staten Island. I really need a few days. I’ll be back Sunday.” You looked at him as you opened the door. 

“Please, just text me when you get there so I know you made it there safely. Please…” He said as he stared at you with those beautiful baby blue eyes of his. 

“Okay.” You sighed. “One thing though…” you paused as you grabbed Sonny’s hand and opened up his palm. He looked at you confused. You put it in his palm and closed it back up.

Sonny opened it and saw your wedding ring. Worry immediately colored his face. 

“You keep that while you really think about how much this marriage really means to you.” You said before you kissed his cheek and said goodbye. 

Sonny’s heart dropped to his stomach when the door closed. Truthfully, he wanted to open the door and chase you, beg you, anything to get you to come back but he knew it was far too late for that. He knew you needed this, he felt horrible thinking about how upset he made you. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the closed door momentarily. How could you guys come back from this? 

Sonny walked over to the couch and laid down face first. He hoped maybe if he closed his eyes he could wake up back to this morning and really change things. He slowly lifted his head when he felt his phone vibrate.

“Want to join us at Forlini’s??? :)”  Amanda said in a text message along with a selfie of her and the squad. 

Sonny contemplated, wondering if he should stay home and wallow in self pity or go try to take his mind off of this shitty evening. He could use a few shots. Also maybe he could get some womanly advice from Amanda and Olivia. Sonny stood up grabbed his coat, house keys and took off.

“There he is.” Amanda said as Sonny walked over to the bar and sat down.

“Hey, guys.” Sonny muttered greeting Fin, Amanda and Olivia. 

 “God, you look rough!” Amanda noticed how disheveled Sonny’s hair was and how bloodshot his eyes were.

Sonny could feel the tears welling up again. “(y/n) left me...” as he put his hand over his face wiping his tears.

Sonny could quickly see how fast everyone’s expressions changed. 

“What??” Amanda asked in complete shock., “Oh my god, what happened?” 

“Bartender, get this man some whiskey!” Fin shouted to the bartender. 

“What happened, Carisi? Last time I heard, you and (y/n) were doing good?” Olivia asked.

“Yeah, I thought so too…” Sonny said before he downed the shot of whiskey. “Well, we’ve all been busy with this huge case, and I completely forgot about our anniversary. She had gotten us reservations at this really nice French restaurant she’s been dying to try...”

“Your anniversary? Sonny, how the hell did you forget that?” Amanda griped. 

“Can’t say I blame her.” Olivia agreed as she took a sip of her wine.

“Okay, I know.” Sonny said frustrated, taking another shot. “I fucked up really bad this time.” He groaned. 

“Where is she?” Amanda asked.

“She left the apartment and said she was going to her sister’s house over in Staten Island.” Sonny sighed, trying desperately to swallow back the tears. “I’m scared she won’t come back.”

“How many shoes did she take with her?” Fin asked.

Sonny raised his brow in confusion. “The only shoes I saw were the ones on her feet.”

“She’ll come back.” Fin chuckled. “You should be worried when she comes back and takes all the shoes.” 

Well, that did give Sonny some peace of mind. You were a shoe fiend. You usually pack at least 4 pairs just on small trips.

Sonny knew he fucked up. He couldn’t even picture losing you. You were his everything. You were there since he went from detective to graduating law school and to where he is now, an assistant district attorney. You were there for him every step of the way. He had to fix this. He needed to make it right.

Amanda and Olivia looked at each other and smiled. Somehow telepathically communicating that they had the same idea.

“Look, we’re all gonna help you win her back cause frankly, none of us want to find you crawled up in a ball inside one of the filing rooms on Monday.” Amanda chuckled to Sonny. 

“And you know I don’t like comforting people.” Fin said, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of his drink.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true!” Olivia retorted.

“Hey, we don’t need to go spilling all of my secrets!” Fin grinned.

“Okay, so here’s the plan...” Amanda began. Explaining the perfect idea, she had to the squad.

Sonny couldn’t help but smile. He felt that warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. He really loved his squad.

….

It was finally Sunday morning. You walked up to your shared apartment with your husband and unlocked it with your keys. It was about 8 am and you expected Sonny to be asleep still or just waking up. 

“Sonny?” You called out. “I’m home.” Your eyebrow raised in confusion when you didn’t get a reply back. “Okay, then.” You mumbled quietly as you placed your bags on the couch.

‘At least he kept the place clean.’ You thought to yourself as you walked across the apartment to the bedroom. You opened the door and much to your surprise your husband wasn’t there, and the bed was made perfectly… Except for the tiny card paired with a white rose sitting on the bed. 

Dear, (y/n) 

I did a lot of thinking this weekend in your absence. It has been the loneliest. I want you to play a scavenger hunt. There are three more roses I want you to collect with hints. At the end we will be reunited. You ready?

First clue is: The place we laid eyes on each other. 

 ‘Well at least the first clue was easy.’ You smiled as you turned around to get ready for what lies ahead of you for today. 

You thanked the driver as you exited the taxi. You were outside of the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office. The place you and Sonny had first met. You were working as Barba’s assistant at the time. You remember that day very clearly. As cheesy as it sounds it really was like love at first sight.  

“(Y/n)!” You heard a familiar voice shout. You turned around and saw Fin. 

“Fin?” You chuckled as you walked over to him.

“It took you long enough. This is the next clue.” Fin smiled as he handed you an identical paper card and another white rose. 

“Are you all involved in this?” You questioned fin.

“Read the damn card. I’m not spoiling anything!” Fin answered.

Woohoo! You got the first clue!

Okay, where did we have our first date?

“He’s lucky I got cab money!” You laughed as you said goodbye to Fin headed onto your next destination. Central Park. You were in deep thought the entire taxi drive to Central Park. You guys almost walked around and hung out at the park that whole date. Where exactly was he thinking?

When you arrived at your destination you strolled around trying to repeat the steps you took that date. You were probably walking around Central Park for about thirty minutes now. Where did he mean? 

It was when you walked by a younger couple exchanging a chaste kiss when the lightbulb lit up. The place you two had your first kiss! That was one of the many things that was special about Sonny. He was the first guy you ever kissed on a first date. You had a rule about kissing on the first date and he was the exception. There was just something special that first date that you hadn’t felt before. 

You snapped out of your thoughts when you made it to the location. The Bow Bridge. There was just something so romantic about this bridge whether it be the beautiful trees, the lake or just the whole vibe of the spot in general. 

“Olivia? Noah?” You called out when you saw Liv and her son Noah looking out over the bridge together. 

“Finally, you made it! We’ve been waiting forever.” Noah said as he jumped in excitement.

“Is that so?” You smiled at the excited little boy. “Liv, does he really have all of you involved in this?” You questioned.

“All I can tell you is that you found the other clue.” Olivia smiled as she handed you another card and white rose. 

You shook your head with a tiny grin as you opened up the card. 

My Love,

You are so close to finding me!

Next clue is where did we confess our love?

“Oh, no way!” You sighed to Olivia already knowing exactly where this was.

“You’re almost done.” She smiled to you.

“Go find him!!! Gooooo!!” Noah shouted as you turned to leave.

“I will!” You said walking away.

This was an easy one. How could you forget? You decided to walk this time to the next spot.  New York City was so beautiful. You couldn’t have imagined having the life you have now seven years ago. Your job, your friends, and importantly, Sonny. Maybe you were too hard on him. Sonny is an amazing guy. He was your first healthy relationship. He’s the first person who ever showed true unconditional pure love. 

It was when you saw the familiar blonde ahead of you when you made it to your next clue. The front of your old apartment complex. The place you lived up until you and Sonny were engaged. 

“Amanda?” You called out. 

“(y/n)!” Amanda said as she brought you into a deep hug. “It’s been a while.” She said, smiling at you.

You felt bad for being jealous of Amanda at times. She was always good to you. 

“Manda, it’s good to see you.” You hugged her back. “Are you the last clue before I see my darling husband?” You chuckled. 

“Almost.” Amanda said as she pulled out the paper card and white rose.

“You know I’m getting tired of running around this city with all these roses!” You said as you opened the card to read.

You did it!!!

Now, one last spot.

You mentioned this on one of our first dates.

One activity in New York, You dreamed of doing when you were a little girl.

‘He’s so sweet...’ You thought as you stared at the card, you could feel your eyes water up. 

“He really loves you, (y/n).” Amanda smiled at you as she looked at the emotion in your face.

“I know...” You said softly as you held the roses closer to your chest. 

“Then go to him.” Amanda said as he gave you one last hug. “Go!” She motioned. 

“Thank you, Amanda.” You said turning around. Jogging down the busy sidewalk. You knew this wasn’t far. 

When you were a little girl, you dreamed of going on a carriage ride around Manhattan. Cheesy, yes. But you were a little girl living in a tiny town. They didn’t have anything like that in your hometown. It was something fantasized about riding around with your Prince Charming. You could feel the tears running down your cheeks.

You started to slow your pace as you saw him. It was a busy street, but you couldn’t miss him. He was so beautiful. Standing there, almost glowing from the bright lights in his favorite suit with an enormous bouquet of white roses and next to him was a horse carriage.

“Sonny!” You shouted! Not caring who was annoyed by your shouting.

“(y/n)!” He shouted back, smiling from ear to ear.

You ran into his arms; you hugged him as tight as you could.

“You found me! I knew you would.” Sonny hugged you back gently, you could tell he was trying to harm the bouquet in his arms.

“I’m sorry Sonny.” You said crying into his chest.

“What? My love, don’t apologize. Never apologize. You woke me up.”

“Huh?” You looked up at your husband confused.

Sonny held his hand to your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. “You made me realize how lucky I was to have you. You supported me when I was a detective, I couldn’t have gotten through law school without you. You have given me a reason to wake up every single morning. You are my beautiful wife, and I couldn’t have been blessed with anyone better.” 

“Sonny...” you sniffled.

“I got you white roses because I know they’re your favorites, and I got you three for every amazing year we’ve spent together and these...” Sonny said, handing you the large bouquet. “For many more years we will spend together.” Sonny planted a deep but sweet kiss onto your lips, holding your face in his hands. 

“I love you so much.” You smiled at him.

“I love you twice as much.” He smiled back. “Now, I won’t take all of the credit. The squad did help.” Sonny chuckled.

“You still made it all happen, my love.” You said.

“Oh, we can’t forget this!” Sonny said as he pulled your ring out of his pocket and placed it on your finger.

“Did you clean it? It looks so shiny.” You asked admiring your gorgeous ring.

“I did. I remember you were talking about getting it cleaned.” Sonny smiled and kissed your hand. “Still not as beautiful as you.”

You laid a soft kiss on his cheek. “Now, let’s get on this carriage!!” You jumped in excitement.

Sonny couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful you were when you were happy. He watched as you began to climb into the carriage. He was so damn lucky. 

[malevolent-muse]

I am speechless

Source: Twitter

@plaidbooks is the individual who stitched this Carisi cross stitch project.

[sematarygirls]

making out with sonny would be the most perfect and hottest thing in the world that man would touch you so well

this is SO true, omg !! i would actually give my left tit to experience it, icl.

the little moans and groans he would make... oh my godddddd. he knows exactly what he's doing, but he wants to ease into it, take it slow at first. he'd gradually become more insistent and needy, for lack of a better word, when he realizes that you're as into it and enthusiastic as he is (he's very enthusiastic about everything regarding you). also, i just know he loves kissing your neck, his breath hot against your skin with his hands firmly on your waist as he leaves sloppy, wet kisses on your skin, his teeth occasionally grazing against you. if he leaves any marks, they're low and easy enough to hide. he's skilled with his mouth, and he knows it.

he'd also for sure mumble compliments and praises against your lips and your neck because this mf loves to talk. shutting up is simply not an option, no matter the scenario.

[dreamsummoner]

By far the best Law and Order SVU team

I miss Barba and Amaro and when Carisi still was a cop 😫 also the three of them look so gorgeous together

[thisisonlychemistry]

I think I'm just going to stare at this for a week or so.

GIF by rynewind

[lovecarisi]

Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 2: The Unraveling

Two weeks. Two weeks you had told him to wait. If he was still thinking about you then, he could call. Otherwise, he shouldn’t bother. And you had meant it. You had not saved his number, only given him yours.

Dominick had assured you that he would call but truth be told, you didn’t know his character from a quickie behind a boathouse in South Hampton. Promises were made and broken in the heat of a moment like that. Careless words were spoken all the time when there were no obligations involved, no strings attached. And it would have been no big deal.

You didn’t know anything about him except that he was studying criminal law at Fordham, lived somewhere in Williamsburg, and had stumbled onto the Hamptons scene that weekend the same way you had - some friends had dragged him there. Other than the way he was so magnetic and you wanted him with every fiber of your being, you didn’t even know if it was a physical attraction or more than that. However, you would have been lying to yourself if you didn’t admit to the fact that you spent every day of those two weeks thinking about him. Cursing yourself for telling him to wait. Hoping he would call. Even if it would end up being just a good old-fashioned booty call. Yes, you would still see him around somewhere if he didn’t call but it would hurt your pride. For him to have made you feel the way he did that night and never be acknowledged again? Sure you would cope eventually but not after a few weeks of utter bitterness and self-loathing. Ugh, once again you cursed his name for the millionth time these past two weeks. What a fool you had been.

__________________

You are sitting at your desk at the law firm’s office where you work part-time, typing away at an email reply. Two clients enter the room and you look up, smiling politely at them. 

‘Mister Phillips is ready for you, gentlemen. Would you care for some coffee?’ you offer.

They return your smile but shake their heads, and close the office door behind them in a rush. You sigh in relief, turning back towards the computer screen only to be interrupted by your phone vibrating on silent. You stare at the unknown number slightly annoyed but pick up with an exasperated ‘Yes?’

‘Guess this is a bad time, huh?’ you hear him chuckle on the other end.

Fuck. 

Fuck.

FUCKFUCKFUCK!

You draw in a sharp breath and sit up straight as though you just got caught doing something naughty. It’s him. Dominick. 

What the-. Your work had actually distracted you, kept you so busy you had forgotten about what day it was. For once in those two weeks you had not thought about him in a hot second.

‘It’s you.’ You feel so silly but you actually cannot believe he is really calling.

‘Well…you told me to call in two weeks. It’s been two weeks. And I’m afraid I haven’t stopped thinking about you. So I was hoping to see you again. Please say yes.’ 

He sounds like a little boy asking for his favorite toy back after it’s been taken from him. It makes you weak immediately, flashbacks to him and you together, skin on skin. Oh lord.

‘Yes.’ is all you manage to mutter. Girl, control yourself. You swallow hard, you’re sure he can hear it.

‘I’m so glad. Are you free tonight?’ The urgency in his tone of voice makes you feel so powerful, maybe he can’t control himself either.

‘I’ll text you my address.’

When you hang up you are shaking. There it is again that feeling in the pit of your stomach, spreading down between your legs. Your mind is racing. You actually can’t believe it. He had been waiting to call you. He had been thinking about you. In fact, in his own words, he had not stopped thinking about you. Your whole body is suddenly trembling with anticipation and disbelief. Is this really happening? The way he had so nonchalantly admitted to more or less obsessing over you the way you had over him. The way he had practically begged to see you. Oh boy, would you make it worth his while.

You finish early on Fridays so you run out of the office, stopping by your local grocery store to pick up some essentials, including a bottle of wine, before coming home to your small Bushwick apartment. Good thing is, you still have hours before Dominick gets here, bad thing is, you still have hours before Dominick gets here. Your anxiety is already through the roof and you kind of want to smoke some weed but you’re scared it will make it worse. 

So instead you take advantage of the luxury of having a bathtub and spend an hour soaking among lavender-scented bubbles. Looking down at your naked body, imagining him touching you again, and you have to hold back from touching yourself at the thought of it. Like you have so many times during the past two weeks when these thoughts had taken over. It was the way he had known exactly how you liked it, even the things you yourself hadn’t known you liked yet. 

It had never been this good with anyone before, even your ex-boyfriend of three years. He had never been able to even want you to open up like this because it was clear from the beginning that he was more interested in his own needs and wants. But you had hoped that you could coax it out of him by giving into whatever he demanded because after all, it was love, right? Or at least you thought it was. And yes, he had made you cum, most of the time. And yes, he had gone down on you. Even though you always felt like it was more of a chore to him than something he had enjoyed while you had to pretend that sucking his dick was something you relished when he more or less forced you into it. Either way, he never made you feel sexy, he never made you feel like the most important person in the room, like all eyes should be on you; like a woman, like a man should make you feel. Instead he liked to keep small, keep you in your place, talked over you to make himself look smart and important. So eventually, it all faded away between you two. And that was putting it mildly. You don’t like to think about it too much, it takes you to a dark place you don’t want to go. 

You don’t miss being in a relationship. In fact, you’re not looking for one. Whatever this is, is going to be, or not, between you and Dominick, you aren’t ready for anything serious. 

8pm on the dot, your doorbell rings. The spritz of perfume you just sprayed behind your ear still lingers in the air as you rush down the hallway to press the button on the intercom. Soft footsteps on the stairs. Your heart is pounding. You check yourself in the mirror one last time. No fancy outfit, nothing revealing. Just a simple gray cotton off-the-shoulder dress, your hair in a messy bun, soft make-up. Why bother when he already had your pussy in his face, right? Why bother when he for some reason already thinks you are the sexiest little thing?

He’s holding a small wicker basket full of fresh strawberries, the sweet scent overwhelming as you open the door to greet him. 

‘What-‘ you raise your eyebrows at him.

‘I think flowers are overrated and well…I passed a farmer’s market earlier on my way home, so. I hope you’re not allergic or are one of those rare people who hate strawberries.’ he’s babbling. He’s nervous. How cute. 

‘I love strawberries.’ you reply, as you pick one from the basket and grab his arm, pulling him in. The fruit is absolutely bursting with flavor as you bite into it. ‘Delicious.’ you smile, making it clear you’re not just talking about the strawberry.

‘Well, I’m glad.’ he smiles back at you.

‘Thank you.’

He follows you into the living room/kitchen area, his eyes tracing your body and your adorable little banter quickly gives way to that familiar heat spreading between you two.

‘Just so you know, I think flowers are overrated too, unless they grow in a field.’ you turn around and properly take him in for the first time since opening the door. 

You can’t believe he’s really here. Standing in your apartment. And he seems to think the same thing. As much as you both were overconfident that night you met, fueled by a bit of alcohol and the excitement of the unknown, you don’t know where to start, or rather where to continue now. His hands seem restless, yours are dying to touch him.

‘Glass of wine?’ you ask because you can’t think of anything else and maybe a few sips will calm your nerves.

‘Sure, thanks.’ he answers as he shrugs off his jacket and you turn to get glasses from the cupboard. 

By the time you have opened and poured the wine, he has wandered over to your bookshelf, scanning the contents. You watch as his fingertips glide over the spines of books, and you can’t explain why it makes your heart beat so much faster all of a sudden. With the glasses in hand you join him, handing him his just as he pulls out Kierkegaard.

‘I don’t know if I’m amused or shocked.’ he looks at you, one eyebrow raised. 

‘And why’s that?’

‘What’s your field of law again?’

‘I never said.’ you challenge him.

He takes a sip of wine and his eyes stare into yours. Damn you, you think.

‘Well can I guess then?’ 

‘Go ahead.’

‘Human Rights.'

Fuck, he is good. Or you’re just too obvious. Your law books aren’t even on this shelf.

‘You figured that out from me reading Kierkegaard?’

‘Oh no. I just really appreciate philosophy.’ 

You purse your lips and he cocks his head and it’s a game you’re playing now it seems. If that first time you told him not to tease, teasing is now all you are both doing. His face is entirely too close to yours and you notice a slight sunburn across his nose, a few freckles dancing there, his lashes too unfairly long for a man as he looks down into your eyes. 

‘Philosophy me this then, Mister. You really couldn’t stop thinking about me?’ your voice is low and you can tell the effect it has on him.

‘Hmm. You left me with quite the thoughts.’ he says, in the same low voice.

‘Can’t imagine what you mean.’ you smirk up at him, putting your glass down on the bookshelf next to his.

He smiles and puts a finger under your chin, raising your head slightly. 

‘I mean….’ he takes a deep breath. ‘I thought about you day and night, wondering what you were doing, what you were eating, drinking, dreaming about. Whether you were feeling happy or sad, stressed or relaxed. What kind of music you were listening to, what kind of books you were reading, what kind of clothes you were wearing. If you were wearing the same perfume you wore the night we met. Whether you preferred the rain of the last few days or if you were hoping for sunshine and the heat. What you were thinking about while waiting in line at the coffee shop. If you were thinking about me? If you were counting down the days hoping I would call, or if you regretted that night? And if you were thinking about me, were you thinking about the way I touched you, the way I kissed you, the way I fucked you? Did you touch yourself thinking about me? Because I did. I got hard the second the thought of you entered my mind.’ 

His mouth is behind your ear now and you are a mess. You are holding back a moan, choked up in your throat. He has once again managed to reduce you to a complete wreck, a dampness spreading between your legs. 

‘Sounds intense.’ you exhale and he smiles as he picks you up, your hands wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist.

You finally find yourself kissing him deeply, his strong arms holding you so tightly you can feel his heartbeat hammering against you. 

‘Just so we’re clear…I never regretted it for one second.’ you say it with every inch of your soul before slipping your tongue into his hot mouth, a moan rumbling within him. 

‘Anything else you wanna clear up? Maybe like…you thinking about me too…and y’know. Touching yourself?’ he tickles your sides and you shriek, punching his arms playfully.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know.’ you tease, and he rolls his eyes.

Somehow you manage to make your way into your bedroom and he puts you down on your bed, his body on top of yours. Your kisses are becoming more intense by the second, your hands sneaking under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, so desperate for more contact. But you have other plans. Pushing him off of you, you crawl back on the bed, telling him ‘Stay there.’ as he attempts to follow. He looks confused but does as you say, an undeniable look of excitement on his face for whatever awaits him. 

You really can’t believe what you’re about to do. But you know it’s gonna make him lose his mind and that is what you set out to do. So you reach under your dress, slowly pulling off your panties before throwing them in his face. He gasps, taking the piece of clothing like it’s a treasure he just unearthed and brings it up to his face, inhaling your scent. You bite your lip, watching him, knowing it’s just step one on his way to absolute unraveling.

Sensuously, you let your hand glide over your body, still just over the fabric of your dress while the other one releases your hair from the bun, letting it fall loose over your shoulders. He doesn’t even blink watching you, just stares at you in utter fascination. There’s a bulge growing in his jeans, you can tell, and god, does it make you feel special. Here’s this breathtakingly gorgeous man and all he wants is you.

‘So, you wanna know if I thought about you, hmm?’ your hand slips under your dress. ‘About that night? About your tongue tasting me? About your fingers exploring me? About your beautiful, big cock inside my wet little pussy? About how you were the best fuck of my life? The only man to ever make my earth shake like that?’ your legs spread a little but still not enough for him to see you. Somehow he’s not trying to, his eyes are fixated on yours, his mouth slightly agape, and you can hear his breathing getting heavier. ‘You wanna know how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about you, wishing you were inside me again? I’ve lost count. I’ve moaned your name into my pillow so many times, Dominick. Dominick. Dominick.’ 

Now you let him see. And he inches closer to you as you rub your clit in small circles, so wet already. He moans your name back at you. Watching you as you insert two fingers into your soaked pussy and start pumping in and out slowly, whimpering with pleasure and you can tell he’s about to fully lose it, it turns you on so much, making you shiver with lust. 

‘And I pretended it’s you. But it could never feel as good. You really fucked me up, baby. You really did.’ you sound almost mad and he catches it, pulling you close as you withdraw from yourself.

‘I’m sorry.’ he apologizes and kisses you again and you claw at his shirt, nearly tearing it off within a second, followed by his jeans while he does the same with your dress. ‘I’m sorry.’ he says again, lips down your neck, across your collarbone. ‘I’m sorry.’

And it’s both of you who unravel. And you knew this was gonna happen. Because yes, he fucked you up but you fucked him up just as badly. 

‘I’m sorry too.’ you whisper, running your fingers through his soft hair as he continues to place kisses downwards, his mouth closing around your nipple, tongue sneaking out to tease. Your back arches and his large hands grab your waist, not even a piece of paper could fit between your bodies. It’s so intimate, and he’s not even inside you yet. He’s in no rush you can tell although he’s as hard as he can get, pressing against your thigh, a wet spot forming on your skin there. It doesn’t matter, he’s lost in you, you’re lost in him. 

When he finally slips inside you, you almost pass out at the sensation, wrapping your legs around his hips to get his full length as deep as possible. He groans into your neck, not moving for a second just letting himself melt with you.

‘Please.’ you whisper in his ear and your voice is shaking and he slowly starts moving, dragging out every thrust. 

‘Fuck.’ he breathes. ‘Longest two weeks of my life.’ and you stare into his eyes with a sheepish grin. 

It’s the hottest sight, Dominick on top of you, moving in and out of you, and you don’t know where to put your hands. His beautiful face, his warm chest, his toned arms, his strong shoulders, his tight ass, you really want all of him at once. And then this feeling he’s giving you where you are joined, his cock dragging along your tight walls, one hand reaching down because he knows how much you like it when his fingers play with your clit. 

‘S-so g-goooood. So fucking good.’ you moan, clenching around him and he furrows his brow in an almost serious way at the sensation of you squeezing him. 

‘You like it when I do that, hmm, babe?’ you ask, wiping a loose curl of hair from his face and he nods, kissing you sloppily. 

And you do it again, and again. As much as you enjoy this slow rhythm, you are dying for him to pick up the pace a little, and this does the trick. He grabs one of your legs and hitches it up higher, opening you wider to him, fucking into you deeper and slightly harder. You let out a loud moan as he hits that spot within you.

‘Is this what you wanted, my sweet?’ and you smirk and affirm. It’s not long before you begin to shudder, whining his name as he presses his sweaty forehead against yours. ‘You really are so beautiful when you cum. All I wanna do is make you cum.’ 

He flicks his thumb over your clit again, pumping his dick so deep inside you, you lose all control over yourself. His eyes are staring into yours and that feeling you get scares you a little but it is all too much now, you have no time to think.

‘Cum for me. I wanna feel you cum. I love how you get even tighter around me when you do. How you shake. No more moaning my name into your pillow all by yourself. I’m here. I’m right here. I’m all yours. Cum for me, baby.’ He thrusts into you again and you uncoil. 

‘Fuck! Dominick!’ you moan, clinging to him as you pulse and shudder with your orgasm. 

He holds you and kisses you and continues to move in and out of you slowly, disregarding the chase for his own pleasure to revel in yours, to extend it even. This man. You cry out in pleasure, he has once again managed to lure the most intense climax from you, and you already know it won’t be the only one tonight. He hasn’t cum yet, it’s like he is holding back and while it makes him the sexiest man on the planet it also makes you want to make him cum even more. So you press your hands against his chest and push him off you, his eyes widen in surprise as you straddle him.

‘Okay.’ he grins up at you as you slowly lower yourself on his cock, letting him sink into you. ‘Jeez.’ he gasps and you feel even fuller in this position. 

‘Any last words?’ you smile down on him and he pushes up into you without a warning, making you squeal. ‘Don’t you dare!’ you raise a finger. 

‘You know where you can put that.’ he pokes his tongue out at you and you glare at him in shock before putting your hand over his mouth. 

‘If you don’t shut up I’ll make you wait another two weeks.’ he immediately stays silent, a serious expression on his face as you smile triumphantly and start moving on his throbbing cock. 

‘You don’t mean that.’ he blinks his eyes shut, pleasure taking over as you feel his thighs tense under you. 

‘Please, I wouldn’t survive.’ you reply and his eyes flutter open again, a soft smile on his lips. 

He grabs your hips, gently guiding your movements as you run your hands up and down his torso. ‘You’re gorgeous.’ you whisper and can’t believe he blushes. ‘What? Has no one ever told you that before?’ You drag him in and out of you slowly. 

‘Not like that.’ he pauses. ‘I was always the lanky, skinny kid and girls tended to go for the quarterbacks.’ He looks perfect to you. 

‘Well, I bet they never got dick like this from their quarterbacks.’ you shrug and he giggles until you make him moan again, rolling your hips back and forth a little faster. 

From the way his hands are moving over your body you can tell he’s getting close. They’re restlessly looking for a place to settle, or a place they haven’t touched yet; up your sides, over your breasts, cupping them gently, squeezing, down your stomach to your pussy, over your thighs. You’re close to your next climax too and you know just the thing to send you both over the edge. While you move up and down his cock, you guide your hand down your pussy and start rubbing your clit, Dominick watching you with heavy eyes. 

‘You like what you see, baby?’ 

He can only nod, and the sight of him watching you with his head pressed into the pillow, biting his lip, is so fucking hot. Poor boy is so close but you don’t want to pick up the pace. You’re dragging his cock in and out, painfully slow, circling your clit with your index and middle finger. 

‘Dominick, you feel so good.’ you moan, arching your back, he has the best view of you riding him. 

‘God, you are gonna make me lose it.’ his breath quickens. 

‘Lose it, baby.’ you squeeze his cock with your walls, the beginnings of your orgasm crashing over your body like waves. 

You sit up again and withdraw your fingers from yourself, only to offer them to him and he opens his mouth to taste them, taste you, hungrily. He jerks his hips up, slamming into you, and cums hard, releasing himself inside you with a shudder and the sexiest moan. Your pussy clenches around him as you literally ride out both of your orgasms, the two of you still shaking as he pulls you down onto him. And it’s some kind of insanity just how badly you want to take everything of him in at this moment, even though there’s not much more left to take in. Somehow you still want more of him. More. His lips are on your neck and yours are in his hair and you take in his scent, his heavenly scent that is now on your pillow, in your bed. Your bed. 

You’re breathless and giggling and it’s warm and comfortable although you’re exhausted. 

‘You don’t mind if I spend the night, do you?’ he asks, stroking your back.

Your brain is yelling at you to be careful. That you don’t really want this. That it’s just the endorphins or whatever. It’s nice to be wanted, it’s nice to be taken care of by a man like him, a man who knows how to touch a woman. To make a woman feel special. But you don’t want the complications of something more. Something serious. So you tell yourself, it doesn’t have to be like that. It can still be nice without it being serious. You will be careful. While still enjoying it.

‘Not at all.’ you say, snuggling up to his warm body.

And you ignore the unraveling. 

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

Rollins/Giddish is supposed to have left the show but they keep bringing her back… why can’t they just kill Rollins off as I’m sick of the nonstop Rollisi stuff as it feels like SVU has become the Rollisi Show

Well, Anon -

I hate Rollisi as much as the next person, but I don't think killing Rollins off would be a very lucrative business decision in the long run. DW is famous for keeping things in his back pocket to bolster ratings when they hit a rough spot.

Ratings dip? Call in an old cast member. That's why they haven't been quick to kill off many of the characters that have exited the show.

It's also why DW is slowly destroying his fan base by not giving the longtime shippers EO. By not giving it to us, he is driving a lot of ppl away, but he has the option to whip out the storyline anytime he wants and get everyone spiraling.

It's a shame that the politics and business mechanics of the TV industry are so transparent now in how a series is handled. It makes it so much harder to be there just for the stories. Rollisi was about mollifying a certain demographic of the audience. Not the demographic I fit in, unfortunately. If they're gonna kill somebody off, start with Carisi. I can think of a dozen good reasons to kill him. Lol

[niksixx]

I don’t know if anyone watches Law and Order: SVU but I just really need to get it off my chest and say Detective Carisi is so hot LMAO

[malevolent-muse]

Sonny walking around in what is basically the male equivalent of a corset (aka lingerie) ... so slutty 😍

[ameliora-j]

imagine after weeks of breeding you Sonny has gotten you pregnant and now that the initial morning sickness is over (during which he tended to you basically on his hands and knees, making sure he did everything he could to make you feel better) you are now GLOWING. you have just started showing, the tiniest bump, and now the horny phase has started. and youre absolutely insatiable, even more than before, if thats even possible. you want him ALL THE TIME. you cant even let him walk out of the room without whining for him to come back and fuck you again. and hes even crazier about you now and absolutely WORSHIPS you, like you both didnt think it was possible to be even more into each other but the fact that youre carrying his baby is just too much for the both of you 🔥

content: pregnant!reader, smut, porn with little plot tbh, pregnant sex, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

sonny calls you from his office, asking you to bring over one of his files and also asking if you’d like to have lunch with him. you’re slightly grumpy with him because he didn’t wake you up to let you know that he was leaving—didn’t give you a morning kiss or a morning cuddle. he said you loomed too peaceful.

you walk into his office, file and bag from the bodega in hand. his assistant lets you in easily, letting you know he’s finishing up his arraignment and you can wait for him in his office. you don’t bother setting up as you wait, knowing he was sending abby on lunch as soon as he cane back and you’d have him all to yourself.

just as predicted, you hear abby telling your husband ‘goodbye’ as he steps into his office, letting her know to take the hour for lunch. “there’s my pretty girl!” sonny smiles brightly as he sees you.

“cock. now” you demand, crossing your arms with a deep frown. sonny chuckles, gently standing you up and pulling you into his arms. he sets the food on one of his side tables, sitting you on the desk as he kisses you slowly. you whine quietly as his tongue licks inside your mouth, large hands easily spreading your legs.

“you’ve been so fucking horny lately…” he mumbles in your ear. “begging for my cock right after i pump you full of my cum” he whispers. “tell me gorgeous, whose baby is this?” he smirks, pushing your sweatshirt—that was actually his college hoodie—up to show your little bump.

“your’s daddy… ‘m havin your baby” you whine, letting out a loud moan as he bottoms out in your sopping cunt with one motion.

“scream it when you cum for me, doll” he smirks, beginning to fuck you, slow but hard.

[lunastar92]

Carisi!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

His boss's husband is evil and nasty af!!!!! 😡😡😡

[malevolent-muse]

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Peter Scanavino as Dominic 'Sonny' Carisi LAW AND ORDER: SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT (1999-)

[megalony]

Main Masterlist

As my other masterlist is rather old and made on an old template, I decided to create an updated one with the main fandoms I'm open to writing for.

This is mainly just so it is easier for me and to keep everything neat and in order.

Evan Buckley Masterlist (911)

Eddie Diaz Masterlist (911)

Twisters:

Tyler Owens:

Just Hold On

Top Gun: Maverick:

Jake Seresin (Hangman):

Don't Worry Darlin'

You Called My Wife?

Wait And See

X-Men:

Charles Xavier:

Use Your Voice

Extinguishing Flames

Henry Cavill:

Collateral

Everything Will Be Alright

Like father, Like son (Series masterlist)

His Queen

My Hero (Series masterlist)

That’s my son

Look at us (Series masterlist)

Painless (Series masterlist)

A man named uncle (Series)

Jonah Hauer-King:

Finally Coming True

A Touch of Blue

Talk to Me

We’re Occupied

What Do I Do     Part 2

I Know The Solution

Hidden Truths   Part 2   Part 3

Bound To Her

Worst Nightmare

Don’t Leave Me

It's Happening

Dark! Jonah:

Oh Dear

Twisted Lover 

Pretty Little Thing

Chris Evans:

The Evans boys (series)

Little one

Sleepwalker

Soft Spot (Series)

Part 2

Law and Order SVU:

Nick Amaro:

Help A Girl Out

Leave Her Out Of This

You Are Home

Bed Rest

Little Flirt

Rafael Barba:

Courtroom Chaos

Safe in my arms

My counsellor, my lover

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Reliving the dream   (Series)

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Dominic (Sonny) Carisi:

Hostage

Stay with me

Purple

Abandoned

Close call

An eventful night

Elliot Stabler:

Baby boy

Screaming

House of the Dragon:

Aegon II Targaryen:

Say It Again

I Won’t Allow It

Little Dragon

Unworthy

Aemond Targaryen:

Lady of the Night     Part 2

Perfectly Inadequate

That’s a promise

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Can I request a bit of Carisi fluff? 🫶🏼

Quote:

either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or i will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.

Also, can she be a fellow ADA? I’m a law student 🙋🏻‍♀️

Sonny Carisi: Options 

I hope this is what you were looking for. Enjoy love <3 

You don’t realize how late it is until you hear the exasperated sigh from behind you. You had been working on a higher profile case for last week and its pending court date was looming. You had put hours upon hours into this case it had taken over your normal mealtime and you had given up on the thought of sleep.  

It hadn’t taken long to gain the attention of your doting boyfriend. He loved you but was a little hypocritical in not allowing a case to overrun your life like he allowed it to do his. You felt yourself sit up straighter as he cleared his throat to catch your attention. You steel yourself for the lecture and argument that you know doubt are about to participate in. You decide to try your hand a negotiation instead.  

You spin your chair to face him, “I just need another thirty minutes-” 

“Sweetheart,” It’s one word but it said everything Sonny needed. “It’s almost midnight already. You need to sleep.” His blue eyes are warm even with his firm tone.  

“But I have so much to do-” You object gesturing back to your desk and the pile of papers still waiting for you there. Sonny’s eyes don’t leave yours as he shakes his head. “You know what?” Sonny tilted his head to the side as you continued, “I love you, so much. But you can’t tell me what to do.” You immediately realize that was the wrong thing to say. Sonny’s eyes narrow accepting the challenge. 

He closes the distance between the two of you putting his hands on the arms of the chair, caging you in. He bends down so his face is only inches from yours. The new stubble of his jaw scratches your cheek as he leans to whisper in your ear. “Either you go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. I think you know I have no problem with either option.” You feel heat shoot through your body.  

A dominant Sonny is a sexy Sonny. 

You wonder if he would object to you going to bed if it had nothing to do with sleeping. You don’t think he would argue too much. Then again, you recognized that look in his eyes. You would have to make sure you sealed the deal. You brushed your cheek against his again purposefully shivering in delight. You let your lips brush his ear.  

“Make me,” Sonny let out a chuckle. It was the last thing you heard before a squeal left your lips as you were abruptly lifted and thrown over a strong shoulder. A strong slap stung your ass as you felt your world spin as Sonny headed toward your bedroom.