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Dominick "Sonny" Carisi

Tears For A Good Man

Reliving His Detective Days (NSFW)

Last Call Ride

[Not] Guilty Part 2

Claddagh Ring Part 2

Handcuffs NSFW

Neck Kisses Prompt NSFW

There's People Here Prompt NSFW

Don't Cover Your Face Prompt NSFW

Camera NSFW

Not Just Friends Prompt NSFW

Pursuit Of Pleasure NSFW

Lucky To Have You

Orange Peel Theory

Options

Jealous NSFW

Comfort 19x19

Knitting

HEADCANNONS & QUESTIONS

NSFW Alphabet (Gray Sweat Pants)

Relationship Start

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Can we get an Only 1 Bed fic- for whoever you first think of

The Motel - [ Sonny Carisi ]

Summary: You and Sonny arrive at your motel only to find out that your room…only has one bed

Word Count: 2435

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

Masterlist | Sonny Masterlist

It was late by the time you and Sonny arrived in Pennsylvania. Too late to do anything other than check into the nearest, cheapest motel and hopefully get a few hours of sleep before you had to head off again to track down your suspect. Normally in cases like this, you’d have both gotten your own rooms to venture off to sleep in, despite having been partners for years and experienced a hell of a lot more together than a simple slumber party.

However this time, things were a little bit different in that particular department. For starters, the motel you’d come across was small. Like a mere handful of rooms, kind of small, meaning that by the time you had arrived and checked in, there was only a single room left on the entirety of the property.

It wasn’t that surprising honestly, given that it was the time of year when everyone was venturing off on their road-trip vacations and stopping to sleep in every single town they passed through. It didn’t bother you either. You were that exhausted you could have happily slept on a log on the side of the road if it meant getting to close your eyes for even just a brief minute.

Luckily, that wasn’t the case here as you’d managed to secure that last room for yourselves. There was only one slight problem, though. One you didn’t see coming and one the check-in clerk had seemingly forgotten to mention. Or he had simply assumed you and Sonny were a couple therefore neglected to, and that was…

There was only one bed.

“The check-in guy didn’t think to mention that?” Sonny muttered with a minor grievance the second he followed you inside the rather stagnant motel room, closing the door behind him and sliding the safety chain securely into place.

By the time he turned around, you had already set your bag on the large double bed and taken your coat and shoes off, your toes wiggling against the worn-out old carpet as you stretched them out from being stuck in your boots for almost a full twenty-four hours. He glanced around him as you did, his lips falling minutely as he reluctantly set his bag atop the small, barely even a couch, loveseat that he gazed questionably at.

Now there’s something that would be less comfortable than a roadside log, that much he was certain of.

“I guess I’ll take the couch,” Sonny exhaled, slipping his arms from within the soft warmth of his coat as you spun around to face him, your brow furrowing deeply as your eyes landed on the ‘couch’ in question.

You let out a laugh, “Sonny, are you crazy? You’re like seven feet tall, there’s no way that will be comfortable… You take the bed, let me sleep there.”

Lifting your bag from the bed, you moved towards him and picked his up from the arm of the chair, holding it out for him to take. He refused, causing you to sigh exasperatedly as you shook it, widening your eyes to try and encourage his stubborn ass to take it from you.

“Absolutely not,” Sonny protested, raising his hands up as though he were surrendering — when in reality it was simply to stop you from shoving the bag into them. “My mother would smack me upside the head if she found out that I made you sleep there.”

“Who’s gonna tell her?” You tilted your head questionably, finding amusement when Sonny simply frowned in response. He hadn’t thought about that. You set the bag down, its weight from whatever the hell was in it causing your arm to grow numb, and you chuckled, “That’s what I thought. Now move your skinny ass, okay, I’m perfectly capable of sleeping on a couch for a couple of hours.”

Like a child, Sonny shook his head and refused to move so much as an inch away from the couch. He even shoved you away and instead directed you back over to the bed, the back of your legs hitting against it frame and causing you to lose your balance. You fell onto it softly, the springs squeaking beneath you as you straightened and did nothing but watch Sonny lift a blanket from the back of the couch and begin unfold it.

Even the blanket didn’t look big enough to fully cover him, and you knew he wouldn’t sleep so much as a wink tonight if he stayed there. But you also knew it would be pointless to keep arguing with him. He was stubborn, and proud, and you were far, far too tired to keep going relentlessly back and forth with him. So instead you gave in, unzipping your bag with a quiet sigh and grabbing what you needed before heading for the bathroom.

When you ventured back out after doing your nightly routine as best you could, Sonny was already lying rigid on the couch, like he was afraid to move so much as an inch incase the blanket slipped off the small part of him it actually covered. You deposited your stuff into your bag in silence then sat down on the edge of the bed, folding your arms as you drew your eyes along the entire length of his body.

“Sonny, seriously…” You began, gaining his attention and noticing the way he seemed surprised to see you. As though he’d been hoping to be ‘asleep’ by the time you got back in order to avoid the very conversation you were about to begin. “The entire lower half of your legs are hanging over the arm of that couch, will you please let me sleep there?”

“No way, alright? I’m fine,” Sonny replied, almost sternly as he shuffled a little more then sighed contently — which was obviously forced as boy was he uncomfortable. “See, I’ve already got myself settled.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, it really looks like it.”

“Will you just forget about me and get some sleep, please?” Sonny gestured to the bed, “You’re running on fumes and besides, we’ll only be here for a couple hours anyway.”

“Fine,” You sighed, standing up from the bed and rounding it to the side furthest from the door.

You pulled back the covers, giving the bottom sheet a quick once over for any stains or creepy crawlies that may be lurking beneath it. You were honestly tempted to pull out a black light and check it properly, but then again you’d rather not think about what that would reveal and instead, decided to just bite the bullet and get into it. Only, before you could slip in between the cold, crisp sheets, you caught sight of Sonny stretching. He let out a rather rough sounding groan as he did…then nearly wrecked the coffee table by almost falling off the couch.

“If this is how it’s going to be with you all night, then I’m going to go out and sleep in the car,” You said, folding your arms as you peered over at him, watching as he fixed himself back into the cushions and glanced towards you apologetically. He then grew stiff as a board — as though he were afraid to move should you shout at him again. You let out a soft sigh, your shoulders sinking as you dropped your arms back down to your sides. “Sorry, I get cranky when I’m tired.”

“I know,” Sonny said, shifting a little and trying his hardest not to showcase it. But you saw him. He wasn’t at all subtle and you could easily notice the slight grimace to his features when he moved the wrong way and his calf began to tense up.

“Sonny, you’re clearly uncomfortable,” You said, fiddling with the sleeves of the hoodie you always wore to bed at the thought of speaking your next words out loud. But you knew you had to. You wouldn’t sleep at all if you knew he would be spending the entire night like this. “If you’re not gonna let me take the couch, then… Why don’t you join me?”

Sonny nearly choked on his own saliva, “I’m sorry?”

“Sleep in the bed with me. It’s big enough,” You said, gesturing to the large bed that would be far more comfortable for a man of his height. And Sonny knew it. He’d been eyeing it up from the moment he entered the room, yet he still almost looked like he was about to throw up. At that you raised your eyebrow, your tone turning playful so quickly, it almost gave you whiplash. “What? Are you scared your mother might find out you’re sleeping with a girl?”

“My mother? Nah, but my grandma…” Sonny widened his eyes a little as he shook his head, not even wanting to imagine his grandmothers reaction. “She’s a lot more traditional than I am and sleeping in the same bed as a woman I’m not seeing is…

“Against her Catholic beliefs?”

Sonny scoffed, “You have no idea.”

“Well I’m not gonna tell her,” You said, climbing into the bed and resting on your knees. “And I know you’re definitely not gonna tell her, so why not? We’re both adults. We’re perfectly capable of sleeping in the same bed together if it means we both actually get a few decent hours of sleep.”

“I mean… I guess,” Sonny said hesitantly, scratching at the back of his head as he sat up, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered terribly at the thought of finally getting to sleep beside you. He stood up, his heart warming at the unintentionally sweet smile you gave him as he crossed the room towards you in a few long strides. He pulled back the other side of the covers, waiting until you’d settled yourself before he made his move to climb in beside you, where he immediately joked, “You better keep your hands to yourself otherwise I’m arresting you.”

You chucked softly, “I think I can manage that.”

Sonny couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he fell deeper into the sheets that covered you both. He already felt about a hundred times comfier than he had been on the couch, exactly like you’d guessed he would be now that he could stretch out fully. Even despite the poor quality of mattress the two of you lay side-by-side atop, the middle of which was completely free of space with the way you both hugged the edge of it, as though you were afraid to so much as brush fingers given the unspoken feelings you both had for one another.

It wasn’t that you were purposely keeping them to yourselves for the sake of misery, it was more of a… Neither of you fully realised that the other one felt the same. Everyone else did, though, it wasn’t hard to. You were both practically a couple already despite your hesitance to share a motel room, yet the two of you were simply too blind to see it. But that didn’t mean you both couldn’t feel it. It was so thick in the air around you that it would be impossible not to, but whether or not you both truly picked up on it whilst conscious was the the sixty-four million dollar question.

Subconsciously, however, well… That was a completely different story and not at all a surprising one.

You didn’t realise it until you woke up about four hours later, but you had drifted dangerously close to Sonny in your sleep. Or he’d drifted closer to you. Maybe even both. You weren’t overly sure who was at fault here. All you knew was that you were both now smack bang in the middle of the bed, your legs somehow tangled together and Sonny’s long arm draped loosely over your body. Even your head was resting on his chest, feeling as it gently rose and fell beneath you with each quiet, slumber-ridden breath he took.

You felt your cheeks heat up the split second you realised what — who — your pillow was. You had no idea how you’d even managed to grow so close to him. You were normally a pretty still sleeper so to find yourself so far from where you’d started was honestly somewhat of a shock to you. All you really knew was that you needed to move before Sonny woke up and found you like this, otherwise you’d never live down the embarrassment you’d get over him realising that you’d all but used him as a teddy bear.

“What’s going on?” Sonny mumbled, his sudden, sleepy voice making you freeze in your attempts at untangling yourself from his long and lanky limbs. He cracked open one eye, glancing down at you with such a softness that you almost melted against him, a wave of…God, literally everything you could feel at once washing over you at being caught in this position. “You tryna escape me, darlin’?”

Darlin’. Fuck, if you hadn’t been melting already, you certainly would be now.

“I don’t know how I ended up so close to you, I’m sorry,” You mumbled almost frantically, attempting to pull yourself away from him only for Sonny to tighten his arms around you.

“Don’t go anywhere,” He whispered, seemingly wide awake now as he raised his hand, drawing his knuckles lightly down the side of your face. “Stay with me.”

“Sonny, I don’t…”

“Stay,” His thumb landed on your lips and you fell silent, his eyes gazing into yours in a way that gave you such intense butterflies. “Please.”

All you could in response was nod your head and smile as you didn’t trust your own voice not to give you away, especially with the thick lump that was currently trying to force itself up your throat and escape out into the air. Sonny’s own lips curled up softly as he easily tugged you closer to him, feeling as your arm tightened across his chest and you positioned your head beneath his chin. He tilted his own down to glance at you, nothing but the top of your head visible to his tired eyes and even in that moment…

Even with him being half asleep and out of his mind, just having you this close to him without him even having to try hard to get you there, was like his entire heart had exploded in his chest. He smiled again, leaning down and without taking so much as a single second to think about it, he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head and whispered,

“Perhaps one bed isn’t so bad, after all.”

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KINKTOBER 2024 MASTERLIST

Hello! I am doing Kinktober this year; here is the month's menu. For every year I will make my own and it will be open for anyone to use for a list prompts.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

1 ☆ STUCK | SEVERUS SNAPE

2 ☆ BRUISING | CARLISLE CULLEN

3 ☆ UNDERWATER | GANG ORCA/KUGO SAKAMATA

4 ☆ ORGASM DENIAL | NEGAN SMITH

5 ☆ KNOTTING | EDDIE BROCK & VENOM

6 ☆ WET DREAM | JOHN PRICE

7 ☆ PHONE SEX | HANNIBAL LECTER

8 ☆ HANDCUFFS | SONNY CARISI

9 ☆ HEAT | REMUS LUPIN

10 ☆ DRY HUMPING | RAFAEL BARBA

11 ☆ BLOWJOB | MARCUS VOLTURI

12 ☆ COLLAR | LEASH | LUCIUS MALFOY

13 ☆ AGAINST A WALL | JASON VOORHEES

14 ☆ VIBRATOR: COOPER HOWARD (SEPARATE)

⭑ PRE-WAR

⭑ POST-WAR

15 ☆ THRONE | CAIUS VOLTURI

16 ☆ PHOTO | HANK PALMER

17 ☆ NUDES | LEE RUSSELL

18 ☆ DESK | STANFORD & STANLEY (SEPARATE)

⭑ STANFORD

⭑ STANLEY

19 ☆ CUM PLAY | TONY STARK

20 ☆ GLORY HOLE | ARTHUR MORGAN

21 ☆ PHEROMONE | HEIMDALL

22 ☆ BALCONY | KLAUS MIKAELSON

23 ☆ DRY HUMPING | ALFIE SOLOMONS

24 ☆ LACTATION | ENDEAVOR/EN JI TODOROKI

25 ☆ RUINED ORGASM | VINCENT RENZI

26 ☆ BEGGING | GHOST/ SIMON RILEY

27 ☆ QUIET | JAVIER ESCUELLA

28 ☆ WHIP CREAM | DARYL DIXON

29 ☆ LAP DANCE | HANK ANDERSON

30 ☆ STRETCHING | PROFESSOR HULK

31 ☆ UNIFORM | ALL PAPA EMERITUS (SEPARATE)

⭑ PRIMO

⭑ SECONDO

⭑ TERZO

⭑ COPIA

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Chapter 3

Summary: When you unexpectedly discover you're pregnant, you're thrust into navigating the complexities of your new reality. As the baby's father remains distant, it's your partner, Sonny Carisi, who steps up in ways you couldn't dream of. You find yourself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions, including the unexpected feelings of slowly falling in love with your partner. Pairings: Sonny Carisi/Reader, Rafael Barba/Reader. Masterlist.

“I have these feelings, and they’re stupid and complicated and I don’t know if I’m able to stop them.” Your eyes watched as Rafael placed his drink down and placed his hands in his pockets, leaning against the front of his desk like he was waiting for you to finish, like he already knew what you were trying to say; “or even if I want too,” You finished in a whisper. You saw the ghost of a smirk cross Rafael’s face, his hands moving out of his pockets and stepping a bit closer to you, before placing his hands on either side of your neck. The warmth of his skin searing into your skin, his thumbs gently caressing you; “I don’t think I want you to either,” He finished, his voice low and heavy. The smell of aging scotch violating your nostrils as he leant down and pressed his lips to your own. His kiss was tentative at first, a soft brush of lips that left you breathless. Your heart raced, every beat echoing in your ears as his hands slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair. You felt his hesitance, his fear of rejection, but you also felt his need, his longing that matched your own.

You reached up, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palms. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more desperate, as if both of you were trying to make up for all the moments you had denied yourselves this closeness. His body pressed against yours, and you melted into him, losing yourself in the sensation.

The waiting room was sterile and cold, with its bland, off-white walls and outdated, uncomfortable chairs. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, casting a harsh glow over everything. A few scattered magazines sat untouched on a low table, their pages worn and curled, dated by months. The faint hum of the air conditioning filled the silence, along with the occasional ding of the automatic sliding doors as people came and went.

You had been sitting in this waiting room for what felt like hours, though it had probably only been thirty minutes. Your eyes were glued to the clock above the receptionist’s desk, each second ticking by painfully slow, so slow that it almost seemed like time was moving backwards. Your hand rested on your slightly protruding stomach, your fingers tracing absentminded patterns as you waited for something—anything—to happen. Whether it was Rafael walking through those sliding doors or the ultrasound technician calling your name, it didn’t seem to matter anymore. You just wanted to move forward, to get through this moment.

A small sigh escaped your lips. You were trying—really trying—to keep Rafael involved. You had sent him reminders of all the appointments, kept him updated on the pregnancy, and tried to make space for him in this process. But out of the three appointments so far, he had only shown up to one. The other two, he claimed, were due to court obligations. You understood, of course—his job was demanding, and you had always admired his dedication. But as much as you tried to rationalize it, each missed appointment felt like a little more distance growing between you and him, and between him and the child you were carrying.

His mother had been more involved, in her own way. She had sent you a care package, filled with maternity clothes and little baby trinkets, and had called to promise that she would come visit when she had time off work. But promises were just that—empty until fulfilled—and you weren’t sure when, or if, she would actually make it.

And in the end, you realized there was only one person you could truly count on, the one person who had been there for every appointment, every late-night craving, every moment of uncertainty.

“How’s your bladder feeling?” Sonny’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He sat beside you, tucking his phone back into his suit jacket, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

You gave him a side-eye, not really in the mood but still amused by his attempt to lighten things up. “This is almost as bad as that time we were on stakeout in Brooklyn. You know, with the trafficking case?”

Sonny nodded, chuckling at the memory. “Oh yeah, and you drank all that coffee after being told not to drink all that coffee? I remember that. You barely made it through the night without exploding.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if it was just a small one. “Bright side is, as soon as this is over, you can go pee,” he added with a grin.

“My tiny bladder can’t cope with this,” you mumbled, rubbing your stomach gently as you shifted in your seat. Despite the light banter, your mind kept drifting back to Rafael. You wanted so badly to believe that he cared, that he would eventually step up and be present. After all, you had shared so much once, and this baby was a part of both of you. But with each passing appointment, each reminder left unanswered, each text that went without a reply, the hope you clung to grew dimmer. It was like watching a candle flicker and slowly burn out in a dark, quiet room. You didn’t want to admit it, not even to yourself, but a part of you was beginning to accept the hard truth: Rafael might never be the partner or father you had hoped for. The man you had once trusted to stand beside you through thick and thin was slowly becoming a distant figure, a ghost in the background of your life.

You sighed again, though this time it came from a deeper place. A weight settled in your chest, the kind of heaviness that comes from loving someone who might never love you back in the way you need them to. The silence between you and Sonny was comfortable, but your thoughts were anything but.

Just then, the soft hiss of the sliding doors caught your attention, but out of habit more than hope. You didn’t even bother turning around. You had stopped expecting Rafael to show up. It was easier that way—easier than enduring the constant disappointment of hoping, only to have it dashed again. Whoever had just walked through those doors, it wasn’t him. You knew that much. It was what you had come to expect.

“You know you can go if you need to,” you said quietly, watching as Sonny pulled out his phone again, likely checking his messages or glancing at the time. “You don’t have to hold my hand through this. Really.”

Sonny shrugged, slipping his phone back into his pocket without even looking at it. “I know you don’t need me here,” he said softly, his voice as steady and warm as ever. “But I want to be here.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the simple sincerity in his words. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you felt the world quiet around you. There was no judgment in his gaze, no impatience, no sense that he had anywhere else to be. Just him, right here, fully present.

“You don’t have to do this,” you repeated, more to reassure yourself than him. Despite how much you appreciated Sonny’s presence, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. This wasn’t his responsibility. He wasn’t the father. He wasn’t obligated to sit in this waiting room with you. “It’s not your problem.”

Sonny leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he turned slightly toward you. “I know it’s not my problem,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “But you’re my partner, and my friend and friends don’t let each other go through this stuff alone. And besides…” He paused, his eyes softening as he glanced down at your hand resting on your belly, “…I care about you. Both of you.”

His words hung in the air, and for a second, you didn’t know how to respond. The tenderness in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes—it was more than you were used to. More than you had expected from him, or anyone for that matter. And yet, it didn’t feel overwhelming. It felt... right.

You swallowed, turning your gaze back to the floor as your fingers absently traced the curve of your stomach. “I just… I don’t know what I’m doing,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability crept up on you before you could stop it. “I thought I’d be doing this with Rafael, you know? I thought he’d be here, that we’d be figuring this out together. But now… now I don’t even know if he’ll be here at all.” The last part slipped out before you could catch it, and your chest tightened at the confession. Saying it out loud made it feel real—the kind of real that you couldn’t take back. The weight of your words hung between you and Sonny, heavy and undeniable.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “After that meeting a few weeks ago, it’s just been… weird,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Like, Rafael will call, he’ll show up for appointments sometimes, and he’ll say these things that make me think—maybe, just maybe—this co-parenting thing could actually work. That he’s willing to be involved, you know?”

You could feel Sonny’s eyes on you, quietly listening, giving you the space to let it all out. You took another breath, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you continued. “But then… sometimes he just goes silent. No calls. No texts. It’s like he disappears, and I’m left hanging again. Wondering. Waiting.” You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. “I dunno. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, considering how he just walked out on me without much of an explanation. But I thought… I thought it would be different with the baby.” You let out a half-hearted, bitter laugh, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all. "You think you know a guy," you said, your voice tinged with frustration and disbelief. "I mean, I knew we weren't perfect. I knew he had his issues, especially after everything that happened with his job, his family, all of it. But I didn’t think he’d just… leave. Not like that.”

The memory of Rafael walking out still stung, even though you had spent weeks trying to convince yourself it didn’t. You had told yourself over and over that you were fine, that you were strong enough to handle it. But late at night, when the apartment was dark and quiet, those thoughts would creep back in. You’d replay the moment you realised he left-finding that note on your bedside table-and wonder if there had been something you could’ve done, something you could’ve said, to make him stay.

You had spent weeks in limbo, waiting for a call, an explanation, anything that would make sense of it all. But instead, all you got was silence. Eventually, you had no choice but to accept it—that you and Rafael, no matter how much you loved him, were never really meant to be. The relationship you had clung to, the future you had imagined, had slipped through your fingers the moment he decided to walk away.

The weight of that truth settled heavily in your chest, the bitter finality of it. Maybe you’d never fully understand why he left, but you couldn’t keep torturing yourself with the question. It was like chasing a shadow—something you could never quite catch, something that would always elude you.

Sonny shifted beside you, his expression concerned, his lips parting as if he were about to say something. But before he could, you heard your name called from the far side of the room. You blinked, snapping out of the spiral of thoughts as you realized it was finally time for your appointment.

You pulled yourself to your feet, feeling the weight of your growing belly as you stood. The baby shifted inside you, pressing down hard on your bladder, and you winced at the uncomfortable sensation.

"I swear I’m going to wet myself any second now," you muttered under your breath, half-joking, half-serious.

Sonny was already on his feet beside you, his hand instinctively reaching out to offer support. You didn’t even have to ask. He was there, steady and reliable as always, making sure you were okay as you made your way toward the ultrasound room.

The technician, a woman with a warm smile and kind eyes, greeted you as you approached. “Ready to see your little one today?” she asked in a cheerful tone, clearly trying to put you at ease.

You nodded, though your thoughts were still tangled in the emotions that Rafael’s absence had stirred up. You wished, deep down, that he were here to experience this moment with you. But at the same time, part of you was relieved that he wasn’t. The constant back-and-forth with him, the uncertainty—it was exhausting. And right now, you needed peace more than anything.

Sonny hovered just behind you, his hand resting lightly on your back as you walked. He didn’t say anything, but his presence was enough. It grounded you, reminded you that no matter how messy things felt, you weren’t alone in this. Not really.

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The late afternoon sun filtered through the light canopy above, casting golden dapples across the small iron café table. You swirled the straw in your iced drink, watching the condensation drip down the side of the cup as you studied Sonny across from you. He was leaning forward, elbows resting on the table, hands animated as he spoke—his whole expression lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“You’re like a child who just saw Santa for the first time,” you teased, laughing as you sipped through the straw.

Sonny chuckled, that warm, soft sound that always seemed to make everything feel a little easier. “There’s something incredible about seeing that though,” he said, eyes wide with something close to awe. “Knowing that in there, a whole little person is growin’, moving around and just… existing. It’s the miracle of life, you know?”

You tilted your head with a fond smile. “What? So no comment about how the tech thought the baby was yours?” You raised an eyebrow as you took another drink.

Sonny gave you a look, one corner of his mouth tugging up. “Hey, I didn’t hear you clearing that up the first time she said it either.”

You blushed slightly and looked away, sheepish. “I didn’t hear her until the second time she said it,” you muttered. “I was too busy focusing on not wetting myself.”

He laughed and shook his head, reaching for his espresso.

Just then, your phone buzzed across the table, the screen lighting up with Rafael Barba. Your stomach flipped.

“Speaking of baby daddies,” you murmured under your breath, ignoring the way Sonny’s brows rose in immediate interest.

You leaned back in your chair, bringing the phone to your ear. “Hey.”

“I’m sorry,” Rafael’s voice came through, slightly breathless. You could hear street sounds behind him. “I got caught up and lost track of time. How’d it go?”

You didn’t even bother softening your tone. “Well, you’ll be glad to know that it’s a baby.”

There was a short huff of amusement on the other end. “I was wondering,” he replied, his voice just as dry. “Can I make it up to you?”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “How?”

A pause. “Dinner? I know you’re not really one for going out these days, but I could pick something up and swing by your apartment?”

You stared down at your half-empty drink, your jaw tightening before you responded. “Are you actually gonna show up?”

Sonny’s eyes flicked up from his coffee, quietly watching you. You caught his look and gave him a sharp glance that said not now.

“I’ll show up,” Rafael said quietly. “I’ll be there.”

You sighed, running a hand over your face. You wanted to believe him. God, you wanted to. There was a time you never would have doubted him—when he was everything solid and safe in a world that often wasn’t. He was your constant, your person.

But now? Now, all you could feel was the ache of hesitation. The disappointment that had crept in, little by little, until it felt like a permanent fixture in your chest. You hated that you couldn’t trust him, hated how hard it was becoming to believe in him again.

“Yeah, fine. Okay,” you said, your voice low.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

You didn’t answer. Just ended the call and set the phone down.

Sonny was still watching you, that same quiet, patient look on his face.

“Barba’s coming over tonight,” you said slowly, turning your straw again in the cup, “bringing dinner.” You snorted. “If he does.”

“He will,” Sonny said, his voice gentle but firm.

You looked away, your fingers tightening on the plastic cup. “Yeah, but will he though? Come on, he’s gotten pretty damn good at flaking on me lately.”

You gave a bitter little laugh and stirred your drink again, the ice clinking against the sides. Sonny didn’t say anything right away. “He cares about you. He still does—you know that,” Sonny finally offered, his voice gentle but sure, the kind of tone he used when coaxing the truth out of scared witnesses or calming down someone on the edge.

You let out a short, bitter laugh and leaned back in your chair, the metal legs scraping faintly against the concrete patio. “Let’s count this down, shall we?” you said, holding up a finger. “He left me. With a fucking note, Sonny. Like a goddamn teenager ghosting a summer fling.”

You lifted another finger. “Then he ignored me. Weeks went by—weeks—and it wasn’t until Liv reached out that he finally acknowledged me. Or this baby.”

Sonny’s jaw tightened slightly, his brows furrowed with a flicker of sympathy, but he stayed quiet, letting you speak.

“And even now, knowing everything—knowing what this is—he still doesn’t come to appointments.” You paused, letting out a breath as you held up another finger. “Sorry. Correction. He came to one doctor’s appointment. A few weeks ago. Made a whole show of asking questions and acting like he gave a damn.”

You blinked, slow and deliberate, then dropped your hand and shook your head. “My point is... everything else is always more important to him. His work, his ego, whatever’s going on in that head of his—it’s all more important than this.” You gestured to yourself, to the small swell under your jacket, barely visible now but all-consuming to you. “Than me. Than this baby.”

The weight of your words lingered in the air. A siren wailed faintly in the distance. Someone laughed from inside the café. The world kept moving.

“It’s really hard,” you went on, quieter now, “trying to co-parent and do the whole thing with someone who only wants to be involved when it’s convenient. It makes me feel like I’m walking a tightrope every time I let him in. Like I can’t rely on him, but if I don’t let him try, then maybe I’m the bad guy.”

“You don’t think he’s gonna stick around?” Sonny asked carefully, eyes soft but searching. He didn’t push—you could always count on that with him. Just asked, just listened.

“I didn’t say that.” You shrugged a shoulder, half-hearted. “I just mean... I’m not expecting a lot from him. Which is fine. Loads of people do this alone, right? Liv managed. Amanda did it—twice. I can do this too.”

You looked down at your hands, fingers loosely knotted together in your lap. Your nails were chipped. You hadn’t even noticed.

Sonny gave you a small smile then, warm and steady. “Yeah, you can,” he said, without a hint of doubt. Not just encouraging, but believing it. Believing you.

You glanced up at him, your throat tightening unexpectedly. It was that look—pure, unwavering support, no agenda, no strings. Just Sonny, sitting across from you like he always did. Showing up.

<><><><><><><> It was just past seven when a knock on the door pulled you from the half-watched rerun playing on the TV. You blinked, slow and heavy-lidded, the soft glow from the screen casting flickering shadows across your apartment. You stood, stretching out the stiffness in your legs, one hand instinctively brushing over your stomach as you padded toward the door.

When you opened it, Rafael Barba stood on the other side, slightly out of breath like he’d jogged the last block, a white paper bag in one hand and that familiar uncertain look in his eyes—the one he used in court when he wasn’t sure how the jury would swing.

“Got you those, uh… those snacks from the bodega on the corner,” he said, holding out the bag like an olive branch. “The ones you used to love. I thought we could choose dinner once I got here—I wasn’t sure what you’d want.”

You looked at him for a long second, your expression unreadable. He looked a little thinner, like stress had been gnawing at him. His tie was loosened, his shirt slightly wrinkled under the navy vest. Still polished—but not pristine.

“I didn’t even think you’d show up,” you said quietly.

His face faltered. You stepped aside after a pause, silently letting him in. The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the world.

“I deserved that,” Rafael murmured, placing the bag carefully on the coffee table like it might break. He took a breath and turned to look at you properly—eyes scanning, almost studying you, like he was trying to memorize every change. You dropped into the armchair with a small exhale, curling your feet under you as he unbuttoned his vest and eased down onto the couch.

“God, this couch has only just gotten worse,” he muttered, shifting his weight with a soft groan. “It always tried to swallow me whole.” Then he looked over at you with a tired smirk. “It suits you.”

You raised a brow. “What does?”

“Pregnancy,” he finished softly, his voice gentler now.

Your eyes flicked away. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. I’m only doing it the once,” you replied, giving a small huff. His gaze lingered too long, and it made you shift in your seat, your body suddenly too aware of itself under his scrutiny. You rubbed your hand over the curve of your belly, not protectively—reflexively.

“How have you been feeling?” he asked, settling back into the cushions, his tone more clinical now, like it might be safer.

You shrugged. “Tired. Hungry. The usual.”

“Nothing much has changed then?” he teased.

You cracked a smile. “Not particularly, no.”

Rafael leaned his head back with a quiet laugh. It was small, but it was real, “Any cravings yet?” he asked, smirking again as he glanced over.

“These, uh… spicy burger things from the place down the street from the precinct. Pretty sure the workers know Carisi by name at this point.” You laughed again, more relaxed now. “He keeps picking them up for me without even asking.”

Rafael hesitated, the smirk fading just slightly. His gaze sharpened—just a bit too interested, “Carisi?” he echoed, slow and cautious. “He, uh… he been doing a lot for you?”

You paused, something in his tone catching your attention. You met his eyes, your own suddenly cooler, “Well,” you said, voice even, “he’s the only one I’ve really been able to rely on.” The words hung heavy in the space between you, pointed but not raised. Just true. Rafael dropped his gaze, studying his hands like they might hold answers he hadn’t been able to say aloud. His jaw clenched once, the way it always did when emotion threatened to push past his control. After a moment, he cleared his throat and looked back up. “I’m glad you’ve had someone here for you.”

“I would have much rather it be you,” you replied, voice low, tight in your throat. “But it just seems like everything’s more important, you know? This—” you gestured vaguely between yourself and your stomach “—never seemed like it made the cut.”

He didn’t speak right away. You saw it—how his eyes flicked to the side, how he exhaled hard through his nose, fighting the swell of guilt that was clearly choking him. When he finally looked back at you, his gaze was softer, wounded.

“I didn’t mean for it to come off that way,” he said. “Trust me, nothing is more important than this. Than you—” He stopped as your expression shifted. Something must’ve cracked across your face, because he winced and backed off, sighing sharply. “What do you need from me?” he asked, voice quieter now. “Whatever you want. I’ll do it.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, letting the weight of everything press in for just a second. “Just be there. Show up. I’m almost halfway through this pregnancy and I haven’t even started shopping, haven’t looked at a single thing because I can’t. Because every time I try, I hear your voice in my head—like I need your fucking approval for everything I do for this baby.”

“You don’t—” he began, instinctive.

“I know I don’t,” you cut in, looking at him now, hard and direct. “But you’re the father, Rafael. You are. And you’re supposed to have a say in this. You should. But you’re not around long enough to have one.” Your voice cracked slightly, but you pushed through it. “What happens when this case is done? You gonna pack your bags again? Head back upstate, back to your perfect, curated life, and leave me here doing this alone?”

Rafael swallowed hard, his throat working. Then, barely above a whisper: “Then come with me.”

Your eyes snapped to him.

“I have a place,” he continued quickly. “It’s big enough. Quiet. It’s not forever, just… long enough for the three of us to figure this out.”

You scoffed, a bitter little laugh as you looked away, shaking your head. “If you asked me that question months ago—before you left—I would’ve come in a heartbeat. No hesitation. But now?” Your voice dropped. “I’m not going to leave everything behind for someone who left me without a second thought.”

He flinched like you’d hit him, “We’re still bringing this up?” he asked, the frustration in his voice creeping in.

“Yeah, we’re still bringing it up,” you snapped. “Because it still hits pretty damn raw. You didn’t come back for me. You came back because Liv called you. Do you even understand what that feels like? To know the person you loved more than anything didn’t love you enough to come back on their own?” You blinked hard. The burn behind your eyes was impossible to ignore now. “Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

Rafael’s mouth parted, his face drawn tight with emotion. “I loved you, okay?” he said quickly, his voice rising with the force of it. “I still love you. I’ll never stop loving you.”

You didn’t move, but your breath caught.

“But knowing I left you,” he continued, “knowing you were carrying my child—it terrified me. I didn’t know how to come back from that. How the hell do I walk into your life again after doing the one thing I swore I’d never do to you?”

“You just do it,” you shot back. “Because I needed you. You think you were scared? I found out I was pregnant and you wouldn’t answer your damn phone. For weeks, Rafael. And by the time you finally showed up, I was in my second trimester.” Your voice cracked again. You didn’t care. “The only person who’s been there—who stepped up where you didn’t—is the one person who shouldn’t have had to. But he did. Because he wanted to. Because he actually gives a shit about me.”

Rafael looked down, biting the inside of his cheek. Then he nodded, once. Twice. “You’re right,” he said, quietly. “Okay? You’re right. I was gutless. Hell, I’m still gutless. But I’m here now.”

“You’re still leaving after this case,” you reminded him, not cruel—just tired.

He gave a helpless shrug. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. But for now? I’m here. And I’ll try harder. I’ll do better. I’ll step up where it matters.”

He looked at you, really looked at you, and something in his eyes shifted—earnest, vulnerable, cracked open. “Tomorrow,” he said with new resolve. “Okay? Tomorrow, you and I—we’ll go shopping. Get baby stuff. Clear out that spare room of yours—because I know it still has boxes you’ve been avoiding, and let’s be honest, you’re not getting rid of those without someone pushing you.” He offered you the smallest of smiles. Not perfect, not entirely confident—but real.

You stared at him for a long moment, then gave a soft, quiet, “Okay.”

Rafael nodded, the smile widening a touch. “Okay.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, it felt like maybe something was beginning to mend.

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what a feeling.

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A Very SVU Christmas - Series Masterlist

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Daily Oneshots from Dec 1 - Dec 25th revolving around our favorite squad + Christmas 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Tooth-rotting Christmas fluff 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.3k (ongoing)

Dec 1 - Christmas Tree (0.3k)

“Does anyone wanna fill me in on how that invaded?” She asked, a smirk pulling at her lips. Her eyes trailed over the tree, from the base to where Amanda was standing on a ladder, trying to set up the lights.

[pascalispretty]

updated masterlist 22/05/24

Masterlist

Javier Peña

asking, not demanding (ao3) 

dial ‘n’ for narcos (ao3) (inspo tag) 

favours repaid (ao3) 

come take it out on me (ao3) 

Narcos Meta

timeline breakdown

when did Javi arrive in Colombia?

when did Javi leave Colombia?

Maxwell Lord

lord, my soul to take (ao3)

proposal headcanon

feral (ao3) 

Joel Miller

aches and pains (ao3) 

hands behind your back (ao3)

you can take it (ao3) 

old holiday, new traditions (ao3)

love shack (ao3) 

the girls next door masterlist (ao3) 

Din Djarin

leading blindly (ao3)

Frederick Chilton x Reader

sleep therapy (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​) 

laugh with me a little (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows​)

as yet unsaid (ao3) 

eyes on fire (ao3)

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by night, beloved (ao3) 

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hold me down (ao3) 

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I'm sorry if you guys just got hit with a ton of notifications. I just wanted to organize my pages a little more. I have new people that I want to start writing for and my original post was getting quite long.

REQUEST ARE OPEN:

For one sentence prompt like this and this.

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Currently writing for:

SVU: Joe Velasco, Sonny Carisi, Nick Amaro

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Chicago Med: Will Halstead & Crockett Marcel

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Bittersweet Symphony Masterlist:

Summary: When you unexpectedly discover you're pregnant, you're thrust into navigating the complexities of your new reality. As the baby's father remains distant, it's your partner, Sonny Carisi, who steps up in ways you couldn't dream of. You find yourself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions, including the unexpected feelings of slowly falling in love with your partner. Pairings: Sonny Carisi/Reader, Rafael Barba/Reader. Chapters: Chapter 1: My Sacrifice. Chapter 2: Fear. Chapter 3: Numb Little Bug.

[tenpintsofsundrop]

YES THIS FIC !!! I remember this fic. I read this one on my old account and I reblogged it - this is still one of my favourite fics <3 my bisexual ass is so in love with Sonny and Amanda. this fic feels like it was pulled out of my head. so thank you for writing it <3

Unicorn

Amanda Rollins x Sonny Carisi x fem!reader/ Rollisi x fem!reader Warnings: language, F/F/M threesome, oral, penetrative sex, smut

You’d met Amanda and Sonny when they’d been brought into the hospital for a rape victim you’d been working on as the residing ER nurse of the night. They’d been impressed with the incredible way you’d handled the victim, how you were the only one who was able to keep her calm and open up to the detectives. As you were signing the paperwork over to them Amanda joked that she wished that they always got to work with you, you laughed back, mentioning that a lot of the nurses didn’t know how to deal with victims, and there were a few with grudges against cops. Rollins slid her card to you and you scribbled your cell number on the back of another one, telling her to text whenever they were called down and you’d try to take the patient.

It was a few weeks later that you greeted them outside a second patient’s room, despite the seriousness of the matter there was a warm, welcoming friendly vibe between the three of you. A few jokes tossed around between the three of you, Carisi poked fun at the fact that you were currently eating a bag of Cheeze Itz for dinner. Mentioning that you should know better, being a nurse and all, you joked back that it was usually just an extra large coffee. That case ended up being a bit of a heavy one for them, and you ended up at the precinct making a statement as the outcry witness, working a bit with the victim too. The A.D.A ended up wanting you to take the stand, meaning you were spending even more time around the squad.

After the trial wrapped on a positive note, Amanda asked if you wanted to join the squad for drinks, and you were quick to agree. That night was the night you became friends with the team, a little alcohol always helped loosen everyone up, making them more open and friendly. You weren’t surprised to discover that Rollins and Carisi were dating, they had a certain spark between them you couldn’t deny. You clicked with Rollins the most, ending up at each other’s apartments often for reality tv binges surrounding yourselves with wine and take out on a regular basis. When Sonny found a fridge full of half empty take out containers he rolled his eyes and started joining in on a few of them to make the two of you some actual food for once.

You’d gotten a text from Amanda, inviting you out for drinks at Latitude after work that you quickly agreed to. After changing from your scrubs and pulling the hair tie out of your hair you headed out, happy for the escape from reality for a little bit. You slid into the small booth across from her,

“Hey!” You greeted cheerfully, snagging a chip from the plate of nachos on the table, “How’s the week been?”

“About the usual.” Amanda replied with a smile, “Glad to actually get two days off in a row next weekend.”

“Weird coincidence. I managed to snag the weekend off too. We could catch up on Love Island?”

“Potentially!” You could have sworn she practically smirked at you right before you were distracted by the server, ordering yourself a glass of sangria while Rollins asked for a second beer.

You fell into the usual routine of catching each other up on your week, any particularly interesting cases that came through either of your lines of work. Amanda had a weird obsession with particularly brutal injuries, always eager to hear the gory details while you loved being able to learn more about the criminal justice side of things. Her forensics degree was a wonderful middle ground between your two occupations to help balance out things and not have to explain certain details or words.

Conversation flowed easily, laughter and jokes freely exchanged between the two of you as the drinks got refilled a few more times. You split a flatbread and a couple of sliders as the night progressed, knowing that food was always a good idea.

“Sonny not coming?” You half mumbled over a bite,

“Nah, he got stuck working overnights this week.”

“That sucks.”

“Mmm.” She took a swig of beer, “Ya know, I caught him hardcore checking you out a few weeks ago.” Your glass froze halfway to your lips, eyes widening,

“‘Manda, I would nev—“ She laughed,

“I know, I’m not worried about that at all…” Smirking, she let you take a sip of sangria before she continued, “It’s quite the opposite actually..” Your brows furrowed, having no idea where she was going with this.

“Uh…what’d’you mean?”

“He got just about as flustered as you did when I called him on it. But we both think you’re really cute, all three of us get along.”

“Yeah…” You cocked a brow at the blonde, “Spill it Rollins…”

“We want you to be our unicorn…if you’re interested…”

“I…oh wow..” You paused for a moment, letting the proposition settle in your brain. You certainly found them both significantly attractive, you all got along really well, and the friendship between you was so open and chill you knew there’d be no afterward awkwardness. You’d had a small handful of threesomes before, mainly in college, some of them you were the guest star, sometimes it was a drunken night of three single friends and once it was your girlfriend and one of your mutual girl crushes.

“Don’t feel pressured! We just started kinda joking around about it and then realized that it could actually happen if you were down.” You hummed over a sip of sangria,

“Oh..I’m down.”

*

After agreeing you’d laid down some groundwork with Amanda, reminding her of the things that people often forget when planning a ménage a trios. You told her to talk to Sonny about the level of comfort ability they had with things as simple as kissing (some people found the gesture too intimate in a highly sexual situation), down to the stronger ones of things like penetration, if she didn’t want Sonny in you, totally fine. If she did, you revealed you had an implant and were clean, but were more than okay with the insistence of condom use. You laid down a few things that you weren’t okay with and agreed on a safe word before splitting for the night, Amanda giving you a warm hug, smirking over her shoulder as she made her way down the street.

*

The following Saturday you arrived at Amanda’s apartment, extra bottle of Pinot in your hand as she greeted you with a warm hug, taking the bottle from you, pouring out three glasses. You’d previously texted about any conditions and everyone knew there wasn’t much that was off the table. Sonny greeted you from the kitchen, moving to give your cheek a quick kiss before moving back to the stove. Any apprehensiveness or nerves in the air dissipated as the three of you moved into your normal routine of hanging out, glasses of wine were refilled and dinner was served. There were jokes thrown around the room, but there was definitely a lingering lustful air flowing throughout the three of you. The looks a little bit longer, the smiles more smirk like, more physical contact that normal. After dinner was cleared and you were nearly done with your third round of drinks, it was you that ended up being the bold one.

“So…what’s the plan?” Amanda turned to you, gleam in her eye as she replied.

“Well…we wanted Sonny to watch first, then I’ll watch, then if we’re up for it… we’ll get into the full swing of things. If that’s okay with you.” You gave a small laugh,

“Jesus ‘Manda, you got any Gatorade on hand?” They both outwardly laughed at that. “Sounds perfect…what’re we waiting for?” You cocked a brow, moving off your stool, closer to the blonde.

You gave her a second to hesitate before cupping her cheek, lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. It was nearly instantly that her hands roughly tugged at your hips, pulling you in between her legs as she remained on her stool. The kiss was dominant, her tongue tracing your lips, begging for access to your mouth that you were eager to submit to, arms wrapping tightly around her. Her tongue dove into your mouth, tasting every inch of it, groaning at the sweet remnants of the wine. There was a near frenzied feel behind it, a fire that both of you were slightly holding back on, pent on exploring each other’s mouths, relishing in the feel of lips finally meeting. You broke free, letting out a gasp of a breath as her hands began to trail their way up your sides, under your shirt. Amanda’s lips laid a path of kisses across your jawline, your head lolling to the side as she continued down your neck, nipping at the supple skin, resulting in a moan from you. She gained eye contact with Carisi over your shoulder while she bit into the skin of your pulse point, knowing something as simple as this was already getting him more than hot and bothered. The growing tent in his pants making that very apparent. You let out a whimper, hand burying into her hair, hips nearly rutting against her as she sucked against your neck, she let out a chuckle, pulling her mouth off you.

“Should we move to the bedroom honey?” Both your pupils were blown with lust, your own breath heaving, you nodded. She pecked your lips softly, “That’s my good girl.” She winked, “Bring your wine.” You were quick to grab the glass, your other hand linking with hers as she lead you down the hallway, Sonny following the two of you. He swore quietly, watching the two of you peel each other’s clothes off, knowing that you’d both picked your most exquisite lingerie for tonight, colours complimenting your skin tones perfectly. He settled into the armchair by the bed, stripping off his own shirt as he watched Amanda playfully push you down on the bed.

Your lips met again, this time more frenzied, little whimpers and groans leaving both of you regularly, your hands traced up Amanda’s sides, daring to cup at her chest through the lace. She pushed herself up slightly, lips trailing down your collarbone, biting at the exposed skin of your chest, hands tickling at your sides, causing you to wine, hips rutting against her.

“C’mon, don’t be a tease Amanda…” Sonny’s voice rung through the room. Both of your heads turned too him, hand beginning to palm himself through his pants.

“You just want us naked.” She joked back, resulting in a giggle from you.

“Well I don’t have a problem with that…” You mused, sitting up, an arm wrapping around Amanda’s waist to pull her to you, the other one unclipping your bra, letting it fall down your arms. Your hands swiftly made work of hers, tossing it to the floor, groaning at the sight of her bare chest in front of you.

A grunt came from Sonny as you sucked one of Amanda’s nipples into your mouth, tongue lapping against it, lips wrapping securely around it. Her hands buried into your hair, pulling you tighter to her, moaning at the feeling of your mouth against her sensitive skin. You gently dragged it with your teeth, letting it pop from your mouth as your hands traced up her legs, playing with the flimsy fabric of her panties. Amanda’s hands came to cup your bare breasts, rolling her thumbs over your nipples, easing them into hardened peaks while you sucked against her chest, the air filled with your moans and breathy whimpers.

When one of your hands snuck under her panties, sliding with ease through her folds she rolled her hips against you, loving the resulting giggle breaking through your lips. One of her hands curled under your chin, bringing it up to meet your lips again while the other one slipped beneath the band of your underwear. You let out a whine as her finger pads circled at your clit, your hips jolting against her as you held her tighter in your lap. You were both so distracted with each other you’d missed Sonny shedding himself of his pants, stroking himself through his briefs at the delectable sight in front of him.

Amanda threw her head back in a moan as your fingers dipped into her, lips reattaching to her chest, sucking a bruising mark at the underside while your fingers started to slowly fuck her. In return she copied your movements, fingers tracing through your folds, toying with the juices oozing out of you.

“So wet baby girl…” You tore yourself off her chest as she plunged her fingers into you, a wanton moan leaving your lips at the feeling, “Fuck. Sonny you’re gonna love her pussy, feels so fucking good.” She chuckled at his groan and at your whimper, the faltering of the movement of your fingers inside her as you did your best to keep control of your actions, “Oh honey, you can keep going, I know you can…already fucking me so good.” She murmured against your lips, curling her fingers right against your gspot, nipping at your lip, tugging it into her mouth.

“Don’t leave Amanda hanging Doll.” Sonny’s voice was thick with lust, breathy throughout the room. Your eyes met his, biting at Amanda’s lip as you fucked your fingers harder into her, rolling your thumb against her clit. The outward moan coming from her lips making him smirk, tugging down his briefs to properly tease himself, not missing the surprise on your face at seeing his size for the first time.

You dropped back against the bed, Sonny didn’t miss the grin on your face, the way your hair fanned out around your head, the way you pushed Amanda’s over her opposite shoulder so he would still have a clear view of you fucking his girlfriend. Her fingers plunged into you repeatedly and with more purpose than you could ever imagine, twisting and scissoring, you became enthralled with each other, the feeling of your hands in your most sensitive spots absolutely carnal. You started to feel Amanda’s walls fluttering around your fingers, speeding up the thrusting of them, the whimpers leaving her lips quickening as she did her best to curl her own hand against your sensitive spots, hips rolling against your hand harder and faster. Her mouth broke free from yours as she gasped out into the room, body vibrating with her orgasm.

Her hand clamped down against your cunt, your hips thrust up at the sudden pressure, begging for more, you breathlessly kissed her through her orgasm, hand softly pumping inside of her before finally retreating. As you pulled your fingers from her, your breath hitched, Carisi’s hand enclosing around your wrist, tugging your hand to his mouth as he sucked the digits clean. You both groaned at the sight, his moaning over the taste turning the temperature in the room even higher than it already was. Amanda sat up slightly, hellbent on making sure you came around her fingers, pumping faster into your dripping cunt, the sounds nearly echoing around the room. You threw your head back against the bed, one hand clutching the sheets while the other squeezed against Sonny’s, your gasps and moans becoming louder with every roll of your clit that she performed.

“Pussy’s soaked baby, you really fuckin’ like this, don’t ya?” She smirked down at you, laughing at the way you quickly nodded, “You gonna be a good girl and come for me? I know you want to.” Her free hand added pressure, heavily circling your clit as her fingers thrust in and out of you, curling right against your spongey spots, your hips shooting off the bed as your cry rang throughout the room as you reached your peak. “Good girl.” Amanda chuckled, giving you a soft kiss as she softly pulled her fingers from you, Sonny held back this time, knowing what Amanda wanted as she brought her fingers to your mouth. You were quick to oblige, sucking them clean of your juices, moaning over the taste. It only took a few moments of recovery before you flipped Amanda over, tugging down the lace excuse of her panties,

“Need to taste you…” You murmured, laying a trail of kisses down her body. Sonny let out a moan at the sight of you burying yourself between Amanda’s thighs, squeezing against the base of his cock in an attempt to hold back. As if watching the two of you finger each other wasn’t enough, the view of you sucking against her pussy, your muffled moans and groans, the mutters of just how fucking sweet she tasted, how much you loved her cunt, he was nearly ready to explode, and he needed to slow down right now.

“Fuck baby!” Amanda nearly yelped as you wrapped around her clit, sucking it into your mouth, tongue flicking against it, humming in satisfaction as her hips shot up. You giggled at the whimper that left her lips which made Sonny groan outwardly, knowing how much you both were enjoying this. His hand slowly stroked up and down his cock, watching the way you absolutely devoured her pussy, the groans of satisfaction breaking your lips. The way your eyes closed in pleasure, watching the way your lips wrapped around her lower ones, sucking each of them into your mouth, your tongue delving into her, collecting the wetness, moaning at the taste of her juices, he could see the slick building between your legs, knowing this was turning you on just as much as it was him.

“You taste like fucking heaven ‘Manda.” You murmured against her pussy, lips wrapping around her clit again as you plunged two fingers into her. Her hips shot up against your mouth, hand wrapping into your hair, Carisi increased the speed of his hand on his cock. Your fingers pumped heavily, curling every second thrust against her gspot until her thighs were shaking around you. “Let go…” You barely whispered, lips returning to her clit, heavily sucking it into your mouth, tongue flicking against it, vibrations of your moans making her nearly squeal.

Your fingers hit her spongey spot on repeat, pressing and dragging harder while you devoured her with your mouth, not surprised when walls clenched against you, wetness increasing as her juices nearly exploded around your hand. You pulled your mouth away, softly fucking her through her orgasm as her breath returned to normal. You giggled, giving her a soft kiss,

“You okay?”

“Fucking fantastic. Holy shit.” You nearly shrieked when you felt Sonny’s hands on your hips, flipping you over on the bed beside Amanda, laughing softly as you bounced on the bed.

“That was so fucking hot.” He muttered, pulling you up to sitting to meet his lips in a bruising kiss, groaning at the taste of Amanda on your tongue. You had to admit, you were slightly surprised he was so dominating, taking immediate control of the kiss. Though, you weren’t Amanda, and who knew what their regular dynamics were. And Sonny, wow did he know how to kiss. You whined against his mouth as his tongue danced with yours, pillowy lips moving against yours.

“Stretch her out before you fuck her Sonny…” The breathless admission from Amanda earned a light laugh from the both of you, you tugged her into a soft kiss as his hands traced down your body.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful sweetheart…fuck…both of ya are..” Sonny could barely believe he’d managed to be in this situation, especially outside of his dreams and fantasies. You gave another adorably soft giggle, dropping down onto the bed, pulling Amanda into another soft kiss. Your breath hitched when Sonny’s fingers hit your lower lips, ripping the panties from you. Amanda chuckled at the sight of you as he began to finger fuck you, knowing just how fucking talented he was at what he did.

“Oh FUCK.” Your hips jolted up as Sonny’s fingers plunged into to, twisting, curving and scissoring against your soft, dripping walls. Whimpers left your lips when his thumb circled your clit, “Please….” You practically begged, not even sure who you were asking as you looked between the two of them, the smug look on Amanda’s face and the blissed out look on Sonny’s. “Please…can I come.” Amanda laughed softly,

“She was good enough to ask, I’d say you let her.” Carisi laughed back at that, but his thumb hit harder and your body clenched, his fingers nearly trapped inside your cunt.

The vision of you thrown back against Amanda’s bed, skin flushed, eyes screwed shut, one of your hands clenching against Amanda’s thighs, knowing that you’d so easily submitted to both of them was too much. Both of them were so fired up watching the way your body shook in pleasure, whines escaping your lips.

“Good girl…” Amanda praised, stroking the hair out of your face gently, giving your forehead a soft kiss, “You did so well baby girl.” She pecked your lips gently while you gained your breath, “Are you okay if Sonny fucks you now?” Your eyes met hers, still full of lust and passion, a small laugh breaking free of her lips that made her smile.

“Yes..please…please fuck me….” You eyes trailed from hers over to Sonny, the primal look on his face and indication that you were all on the same page. You yelped lightly as he tugged you to the edge of the bed, your hips nearly dangling off the edge while he stood, Amanda perched next to you.

He bent quickly to kiss her and then you, groaning at the sight of you kissing each other while he pumped his cock a few times, spreading the precum down his dick. The sight of you in front of him, legs spread for him was one thing, but the fact that Amanda was beside you, one hand keeping your legs spread while the other played with your nipples, he’d never imagined it would actually happen. His hand wrapped around his cock, slapping it against your clit gently, relishing in the moan that you let out at that, your hand wrapped around Amanda’s wrist tightening. With a grin, he teased you, the tip running through your folds, simply daring to give you what you actually wanted.

“Sonny…” You whined… “Please…” He chucked at that, slowing plunging into your pussy, groaning at the warmth wetness that encased him. He bottomed out, completely enthralled by the feeling, having to wait a moment. The visuals of you and Amanda still so fresh in his mind to not come that instant. Amanda leaned down, kissing you softly,

“Knew you could take it sweet girl, you’re doing amazing baby. You okay?” You locked eyes with her, nodding, whining out a moan as Sonny slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip in.

“Fuck!” Your eyes screwed shut, you were already so sensitive from the earlier orgasms you weren’t sure how you were supposed to last through this.

“Fuck sweetheart…” Sonny started, his hips slowly thrusting against yours, “Pussy feels so fuckin’ good.” Amanda smirked, especially at the way you whimpered against the feeling of Sonny’s cock dragging against all your sensitive spots, clenching around him before you could even imagine it.

“Told ya.” She smirked, glancing to him. Sonny’s hands tightened around your legs, keeping them spread, Amanda groaned at the sight in front of her, “Fuck honey. Look at you, taking his cock so fucking good. You really love this don’t you?” You whined out a response, hand thrashing in an attempt to find her body, finally resting on her thigh while she laughed, “So fucking hot, God I can see how wet you are, creaming around Sonny, you want more, don’t you?” She smirked.

“Harder….please..” You begged, and Sonny was quick to oblige, his hips meeting yours with even more passion than before, the speed and pressure making you moan heavily.

Amanda watched the way your body thrived against the bed, the whimpers leaving your lips, the way Sonny threw his head back, knowing your walls were fluttering against him. Her fingers quickly found your clit, heavily rolling against it, her other hand laying gently against your collarbone, waiting for your heavy nod of consent before it closed around your throat. Your body arched against the bed, the best of a wail that could leave your throat echoing through the room while Sonny pounded into you, Amanda increasing the pressure against your throat. You gasped heavily when her fingers hit against your clit, and the drag of his cock against your gspot made you clench so heavily against him it nearly shoved him out of you, juices exploding onto the bed. Amanda gave a soft laugh, the hand around your neck softening as she leaned into kiss your breathless lips,

“Good girl.” She praised, Sonny gave a heavy groan, the feeling of you squeezing that tightly around him nearly too much. “Sweetheart keep going.” She encouraged, “I want you to come in her, then I’m gonna clean up the mess.” She smirked, kissing you gently as Sonny’s hips enthusiastically met yours once again. You felt barely conscious , the feeling of both their hands on you entirely too much as you came again, shuddering against their bodies right before Sonny did, spilling into you, making sure he was done twitching before he pulled out of you. He nearly toppled over you before rolling over on the bed, breathless and panting.

Amanda gave you absolutely no time to recover, diving into your pussy, your hips shot up and you yelped, tears nearly breaking into your eyes at the over stimulation. Her tongue shot through you, groaning at the taste of the two of you, digging into your dripping cunt, pulling as much cum as she could from you. One of your hands shot to her hair, whimpers leaving your lips as she gathered all the juices from the two of you, unable to even decide if you wanted her to keep going or if you needed her to stop.

“‘Manda..please!” You begged, not even sure what you were begging for. You felt her smirk against your skin, her fingers quickly replaced her mouth, lips wrapping around your clit. It only took a matter of seconds for you to nearly scream your orgasm through the room, still so sensitive from the previous ones.

Amanda chuckled softly, crawling up your body, giving you a soft kiss, one that you returned, she leant across you, kissing Sonny, who was quick to kiss your shoulder.

“Stay…” Amanda mumbled, snuggling up against you, her submissive side finally showing through. You giggled softly, wrapping your arms around her, kissing her gently. You felt Sonny’s long arms wrap around the two of you, relishing in the snuggle fest as you drifted off into dreamland.

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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

They Call Me Hangman

Divergent:

Tobias Eaton (Four):

Fight To Kill

Sealed Their Fates

Make The Jump

Gladiator II:

General Marcus Acacius:

Aiming For Her

Joseph Quinn:

Emperor Geta:

Near Death Experience

Valuable To The Emperor

A Hindrance

Maimed My Wife

Like A Flower

No One But You

Cast Under This Spell

I Don't Like This

Secure The Succession

Merciless Wrath Part 2 Part 3

Heir To Rome Part 2

Undo What's Done Part 2

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson:

Learn The Signs

You, Me and Them

Somewhere Safe

Bring Her Back

A Quiet Place: Day One:

Eric:

Horrors To Overcome

Silence Is Golden

Safety And Sanctuary

Hoard:

Michael:

I'm So Cold

Wrongful Touches

X-Men:

Charles Xavier:

Use Your Voice

Extinguishing Flames

Law And Order SVU:

Elliot Stabler:

Baby boy

Screaming

His Little Surprise

Special Victim Part 2

Nick Amaro:

Help A Girl Out

Leave Her Out Of This

You Are Home

Bed Rest

Little Flirt

Who's Getting Married

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

Sonny (Dominic) Carisi:

Hostage

Stay with me

Purple

Abandoned

Close call

An eventful night

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

[etclouie-masterlists]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 NCIS + SVU masterlist 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 about making requests

ᯓᡣ𐭩 back to main masterlist?

— ୨୧₊˚ Anthony DiNozzo | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 tony dinzozzo

— ୨୧₊˚ Timothy McGee | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 tim mcgee

— ୨୧₊˚ Gibbs | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 gibbs

— ୨୧₊˚ Elliot Stabler | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 elliot stabler

— ୨୧₊˚ Rafael Barba | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 rafael barba

— ୨୧₊˚ Nick Amaro | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 nick amaro

— ୨୧₊˚ Dominic 'Sonny' Carisi | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 sonny carisi

requests are open here !

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 8: Handcuffs

SONNY CARISI X GN! READER

SUMMARY: Sonny having taken his cop belt home accidentally you make use of the mistake, picking out the metal handcuffs that hung on them. WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationships, Smut, Roleplay, Little bit of Cop Roleplay, Cuffed Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Seated on the couch watching whatever was on to stay awake, waiting for your Sonny to come home. Both of you have an equal amount of hate for his late nights, barely spending time with him, not counting the quick mornings when he speeds out the door.

Hearing the sound of the front door opening then closing, you turn to see Sonny. Tired, handling multiple things at once. Getting up from the couch, coming over to help while scanning him, feeling as if something looked out of place. Grabbing the bags of takeout, leaving him with his coat and keys, finally realizing what it was.

"You have your cop belt still on," you say, causing his attention to snap down to his hips. "Shit," he curses tiredly, you watch as he rushes over the kitchen counter, throwing down everything.

As he undid the belt, you caught a glimpse of something that shined in the dim kitchen light. Putting down the bags of takeout, paying little attention to Sonny's distress as he called Olivia, standing nearby, staring at the shiny metal handcuffs that were clipped, oh, so safely onto the belt.

Ending the call, still turned away, you quickly took the cuffs, only to hold them up dangling from your finger. Hearing the sound of metal, Sonny turned, seeing you smirking, knowing already all the ideas that ran through your head.

"Come on, give them back," he says, accent thick, shyly smiling at your playful demeanor. Swinging around the cuffs with one finger pulling away as he tries to grab them.

"And what if I say no? You going to arrest me?" you ask, holding up the handcuffs high with a raised brow, hoping for him to play along a little longer.

"I just might have to," he says, securing that hope a little more as he moves in closer. Inch by inch until your lips met, only for him to take his opportunity, snatching away the cuffs, leaving your plans null and void.

Breaking away, seeing his grin, you frown, only to hear a repeated clicking sound coming from your raised arm. Barely having time to look before being turned around and pressed against the kitchen counter. Feeling something poked your ass, knowing it wasn't Sonny's belt as it lay right in front of you. Shifting your hips around, hearing as he groaned, only leaning in harder.

"What are you going to do to me, Officer?" You tease, hands now fully cuffed as his own traveled to your hips, failing to hold them still. Quickly giving up, removing his hands from your body, hearing the familiar sound of his work pants being undone.

From the button being undone to the zipper, the sound of each step made you squirm on full display for him to devour. That he did, though slowly, softly, his fingertips played with the hem of your bottom clothing, with one quick motion pulling them down, leaving you to shiver in the cold apartment air.

Half naked in your shared kitchen, yearning for your Sonny's cock, cuffed, unable to hold yourself up. Laying halfway down on the cold granite counter, but warmth quickly sparks in you. Bliss flooded up through you as Sonny's warm cock was engulfed by your soft, wet walls, moans echoing out from both of you.

Sloppily thrusting, too impatient to recover from the overwhelming feeling of your euphoric walls, though quickly getting bold with each thrust. Feeling as he pulled firmly on the cuffs, ensuring no squirm as he took the rains of the night's plans.

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