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REAL REAL OH MY GOD svu has severely gone downhill. if you asked me this in like. 2013-17 than like mabye my answer would be diff

ill mention i write svu fanfic and people will go oh is that your favorite show and it takes everything in me to not say 'that piece of hot garbage that shouldve been canceled ten years ago?'

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may I please humbly request a little barisi cheek kiss so that we might all have the Serotonin™ thank you ily 🤲🥰

you may!!🥺🥺be less humble i need the serotonin too

i don’t usually like to do coloring but this was really fun actually :)

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anyone else PAINFULLY obsessed with mustache sonny? no? just me? alright, good to know.

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sonny carisi 20x08

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if theres a svu community on discord... hit me up pls ill give u my disc

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read it... you guys did a GREAT JOB!!!!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr./Mike Dodds Characters: Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr., Mike Dodds Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Idiots in Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Declarations Of Love, Porn With Plot, Oral Sex, Creampie, Anal Sex, Body Worship, Sonny loves Mike’s thighs, No beta we die like Mike Dodds, Or do we?, Choking, Praise Kink, shoutout to the five dorisi fans out there we did it for you!!! Summary:

in which sonny and mike realize they’re in love

or the dorisi kel and @request-remand collab

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do y’all ever watch svu and get giddy when carisi comes on the screen

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self care is choosing to ignore dick wolf’s terrible decisions and continuing to ship someone with another character who hasn’t been in the show for two and a half seasons

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feeling kind of insane rn so anyway...

desperate!sonny sending you a video of him fucking his toy into his bed from behind so you can see the way his fat balls squish against it when he bottoms out completely. how he's rutting and grinding his cock impossibly deeper imagining it's you... his cute ass is also spread out so you can see his pretty pink hole exposed <333 all before he finally starts pounding the fuck out of his toy and you see how his bed RATTLES underneath his weight and his ass jiggling with his thrusts. not forgetting how needy he's sounding like he's trying to speak and tell you how he can't wait to be inside you and wishing that it was your hole. but honestly it's too difficult for him to form coherent sentences because it feels soooo good and he's been pent up for too long so he keeps cutting himself off with his own loud grunts and moans..... oh yeah and you can hear the obscene squelching of the toy as he fucks it because he used so much lube to make it all sloppy and he's also so wet like he's pre-cum is drooling insane

FUCKKKCFGICKHYGUCKKF GAAHHHHHHH ok i'm Normal

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cw implied child abuse!!!!! teaser for a fic im writing. angsty.

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muscular....

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sonny is into mike manhandling him roughly. hence the use of the picture. like i know he’s holding him back here but the LOOK in both their eyes?? imagine that in bed

i have a idea but does anybody want to hear it

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i have a idea but does anybody want to hear it

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family decisions.

Carisi and his mother have a disagreement over his career choices. A oneshot!

(hurt no comfort / angst.)

The fight had been building all night. Every slammed cabinet, every silence too long. Sonny knew the second he walked through the door what kind of mood she was in. He just didn’t know how far it would go.

Now, his voice was hoarse, his body tight with frustration. The letter from the NYPD was crumpled in his fist.

“I passed the exam, Ma'... he said again, the words stinging in the air. Sonny wanted his mother to be proud but clearly she was far from it.

The widowed Mrs. Carisi stood frozen in the kitchen, framed by cheap curtains and a flickering overhead light. Her shoulders were tight, but her hands — her hands trembled as she pointed at him.

“Kid, Are you that desperate to end up in a bag like your father?” she snapped. “You think I need to bury another man I love? My only son at that?"

Sonny flinched at the thought. “That’s not what this is. I wont-"

“No, No- It’s exactly what this is." The older woman advanced a step, eyes glassy. "You wanna know what it was like, Dominick? After the attacks? I called the precinct forty-two times. Forty-two. And every time it rang, I prayed I’d hear his voice. I prayed someone would tell me he was on a bus, helping evacuees, stuck in the Bronx — anywhere but there.”

Her voice cracked hard, but she didn’t stop. “Nobody picked up. Nobody."

Sonny’s throat closed, chest tight. He faintly remembers his dad, but he loved him, he really did. It stung to even think about how he died.

“I sat at that goddamn kitchen table with your little hand in mine,” she went on, “And when the phone rang again, I knew. I knew before I even picked it up.”

He swallowed hard. “I know you’re scared—”

“No. No, you don’t know fear. Fear is knowing the man you love walked out that door straight to his death- and you’ll never even get to see what’s left.” Her voice climbed, rage- fear, catching up with the grief.

“And now you’re tellin’ me you’re walkin’ into the same storm? Wearing the same badge? For what? A pension? A handshake? A flag they'll drape your casket with after they mispronounce your name?! They won't remember you even if you give your life to them!" Mrs. Carisi would yell, fear translating into rage.

“I’m not doin’ this to be remembered.” Sonny grumbled, eyes looking down as if he cant bear to see his mothers tears.

“No,” her voice suddenly quiets. "You’re doin’ it to disappear. To chase a ghost in a uniform. You’re still tryin’ to live inside your father’s shadow, and it’s gonna get you killed. You shouldn't follow your father, I know you loved him, but-"

“I’m not chasin’ a ghost, Ma!” Sonnys voice rises, his heart starting to race.

“Bullshit.”

Sonny’s hands curled into fists, guilt starting to bloom he didn't want to yell at his mother, he could never even fathom that. Mabye she was right.

Mrs. Carisi grabbed his collar. “You think that badge is gonna make you whole? You think it’s gonna make you a man? Let you prove that you're a hero, just like yer' da that never got to see his kids grow up?"

Sonny’s breath came fast, his knuckles white around the letter like the paper might start to tear. He was desprate to explain, but the words weren't quite right. “It’s not about glory, Ma. It’s about doing something that matters. I wanna- I wanna do the good that he did!"

She laughed, bitter and wet. “Oh, it matters? You know what matters? Being left to raise 4 kids by yourself. That matter to you? Thats the good that we got in return."

Sonny didn’t speak. Wordless- his heart felt like it dropped to his feet with how much shame was broiling in his chest, for simply, following his dreams. Did he really have to choose? Between dreams, or his family?

Mrs. Carisi stepped closer. Her voice dropped, like she wanted the next words to bruise.

“...What more should I have expected from you, Dominick? You always were a mini version of your dad. No matter how much it pained me to look at you after that day, you were always like him."

She laughs bitterly- turning away from the stove, and leaned against the counter, both arms crossed now. Her eyes, soft blue like his, always sharper, were locked on him.

“You think I didn’t know? You think I didn’t see this coming?” she pressed, each word louder than the last. “You’ve had that damn shield in your head since you were old enough to tie your shoes.”

Sonny’s jaw tightened. “Because it meant something. It meant something to Dad.”

Angela’s breath caught. And then her face twisted like she had been insulted.

“Don’t you dare.”

“What?”

“Don’t you dare use your father like that.”

Sonny recoiled, shocked. “I’m not usin’ him, Ma—”

“You wanna honor him?” she spat, angrily- pushing Sonny backwards. “Then live. Be better than he was- don't waste your precious life dead under rubble.” Her voice cracked on that last word, like it still hurt to say out loud. Like it still hadn’t left her throat after all this time

Sonny stood his ground, and stepped forward, quieter now, his voice shaky. “It’s not just about him. It’s about me. I want to do this. I dreamed of this."

She stared at him bewildered, eyes red, mascara already smudging in the corners.

“You know what it was like?” she said, voice low and trembling. “That day? Watching the news. Sitting on the kitchen floor, screaming into a dead phone? Then waiting. And waitin’. For hours. Days.”

Sonny didn’t speak at all, his heart aching like somebody stabbed it.

“You were still young...” she whispers, somewhat fondly. “You asked me every morning for a week if Daddy was coming home- And I had to lie to your face, you couldn't understand, you never did! I sheilded you from that pain!" Her voice rose again, raw now.

“I watched them bury an empty coffin, Dominick. And I had to stand there and smile so you wouldn’t fall apart.”

“Ma, please..." Sonny was trying to hold back tears, the claws of rejection tearing through his heart. "I know you’re scared—”

“Oh- I’m not scared, I’m furious,” she snapped. “Because I raised you and your sisters alone. I scraped us outta debt, I put food on the table, I kept a roof over our heads. I gave you a future, and now you’re telling me you’d rather chase bullets like your father than use that brain you got?”

“That’s not true— Ma, please! I’m not Dad,” he said, trying to stay firm despite how much he wanted to grovel and beg for forgiveness. “I’m not—”

“No,” Mrs. Carisi shoots back. “You’re worse. You had the choice. And you still walked toward it.”

He stepped back, knees weak.

Mrs. Carisi was serious with every word- her eyes were red now. But hard.

“I won’t pick up that phone again,” she whispers.

Sonny froze. “What?”

“I won’t answer the call,” she repeats bitterly “If you go through with this. If that uniform takes you from me, so help me god, I won’t stand at another funeral. I won’t cry over another box of folded flags and hollow prayers. You make this choice, you go alone.”

Sonny’s heart felt like it cracked in his chest.

“Ma…”

“Don’t ‘Ma’ me. You wanna go be a hero? Go. But don’t you dare expect me to greive. I lost my son the second you made that choice to be a officer."

Sonnys eyes widen in disbelief. No, no- his family was all he had- was he seriously being-

"You made that bed. Lie in it. I gave you a future and you're throwing it away. I never want to see you here again, not with that reminder of what ruined our family!" Mrs. Carisi would shout, looking her son in his equally teary eyes.

Afterwards, there was a sickening, sickening silence.

Then Sonny whispered, voice barely holding:

"Ma'... Listen to me. I never wanted to hurt you. I just-" The younger Carisi was lost for words, he couldn’t speak.

He felt twelve years old again. Standing in the hallway with his backpack on, waiting for his dad to come home. Staring at the TV, watching smoke pour from buildings that didn’t look real.

“I’m not... I'm not him,” Sonny would stutter out.

Angela nodded once. Her voice broke completely. “If you walk outta here, Dominick... don’t come back.”

He swallowed hard, stepping closer, but his mother would move away, as if she was in a room with a stranger- not her very own son.

“Don't do this. I love you, Ma. Please." Sonny opens his arms as if hes offering a hug- but his arms would remain cold as his mother would head to the stairs.

“I wish that was enough,” she whispered back, coldly- before storming up the stairs. Leaving Sonny in a pool of suffocating, painful shame- knowing that his own Mother would soon be telling people that she only had 3 daughters. Not 3 daughters and 1 son.

Sonny Carisi, for the first time, stood alone in his own childhood home and truly felt like a stranger.

They said becoming apart of the NYPD came with sacrifices, he could never fathom this being one of them.

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extremely good trope: injured character sees their own blood on someone else who's otherwise unscathed and gives a concerned "are you hurt?" double points if they're so injured they're barely lucid

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this makes me giggle like damn y’all are freaks no matter the platform (me too)