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"when i was your age, netflix came to our house in the mail" never gets old. they don't believe you, because they can't, because they cannot conceive the apparatus by which this would be true. but it is true. they mailed me season 1 of the sopranos with stamps. with fucking stamps man

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oh snap

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I'm, above all else, a tangentgirl. always saying shit like "sidenote," "oh also," "by the way,"

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Night Chills

A/N: I'm back, bitches!! I'm sorry it's been awhile since I've written anything - I've just not felt like myself lately. But brain fog has cleared and the muse has spoken. I'm trying to ease back into writing with some smaller stories before diving into the big ideas I've got floating in my head.

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x reader

Tags: just floof, differently temperatured couple (is that even a phrase? Idk but I like that trope lol)

Word count: 720

Beta'd by: @misscharlielulu + @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity

Also posted to AO3

You woke up in a bleary haze. Your head was so foggy you didn’t know what year it was, let alone where you were. You cracked your eyes just enough to notice the dark room was illuminated by moonlight. The soft light gave the room an almost dreamy glow. Your senses slowly returned, taking in the sounds, the smells. Then you remembered—you were at Sonny’s apartment, in his bed, in the middle of the night…

And you were freezing.

You felt like you’d taken a nap in an ice chest. Your hands were so cold that even your fingers grazing your skin made you flinch. Sonny always ran warm, so he didn’t keep too many blankets on his bed. It didn’t help that your clothes had been tossed to all corners of the room during your steamy escapades earlier that evening. You clutched at the thin, pale sheet, trying to fight the shivers beginning to course through your body.

Looking over at Sonny’s side of the bed, you found him lying on his back with an arm behind his head and his mouth agape. His broad chest was bare, and his hair was delightfully mussed from you tugging at it earlier. You could practically see the heat waves rippling off him. He looked warm and inviting, but you hesitated—this relationship was new. You didn’t want to invade his personal space, afraid of overstepping a boundary.

But you were desperate.

Slowly, you crept over to Sonny’s side of the bed, trying not to dip the mattress too much. You barely nuzzled into his shoulder, trying to absorb some of his radiating body heat. You tried not to wake him, but he immediately stirred. The arm that had been behind his head flew out in front of him as he moved to sit up, even before opening his eyes. His cop instincts must have kicked in – ready to answer a call from Benson or fight an intruder, even while half asleep.

“You okay, doll?” He rubbed his eyes, trying to get his bearings. His voice was rough from sleep but still tinged with concern.

“I’m sorry, I’m fine,” you apologized, feeling bad that you had woken him. “I’m just…cold.”

Sonny lifted his arm and pulled you in closer without missing a beat. He immediately felt the chill on your skin, flinching from the abrupt change in temperature. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt someone that cold who hadn’t been playing in the snow for hours. He could’ve sworn he’d heard your teeth chatter.

“Damn, you really are cold.” He reached over the side of the bed and picked up his shirt. He helped you slip it on, and you were cocooned in his scent—it was like pure, concentrated sunshine, warming you from the inside out. He tugged the sheet up higher and wrapped you in his arms, guiding you to lie on his chest. Ever the saint, he maneuvered your ice-cold feet between his legs to warm them up. He hissed at the cold sting. He mumbled something about waking up with frostbite tomorrow, but didn’t pull away.

“Better now?” he asked, acting as if your icicle toes hadn’t just invaded his previously toasty shins.

“Mmm, much better.” Your shivers slowed, the tension leaving your body as you eased into his. “Thank you, Sonny.”

He shook his head. “You don’t gotta thank me for that, doll.” He brought a hand up to run his fingers through your hair. “Don’t even gotta ask. If you’re cold, you come find me and I’ll warm you up. Simple as that.”

You grinned against his chest. “I’ll remember that.” You snuggled deeper into his embrace, feeling surprisingly safe and more comfortable than you had all night. “You’re like my personal space heater.”

Sonny chuckled before kissing your forehead. “Space heater, huh? Well, I’m honored. Always wanna keep my girl warm.”

You let out a contented sigh, like a cat who found the perfect sunbeam on the carpet to nap in. Eventually, Sonny’s hands stilled as sleep reclaimed him. You followed close behind, feeling the last of the chill melt away. You thought Sonny might come to regret volunteering to be your human radiator, because you could get used to sleeping like this. But, of course, he wouldn’t. 

Not even for a second.

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Love when writers do an insane amount of unnecessary research for their fics. I follow an author that did like 8 months of intense research into 14th century Scotland so they could write smut about it, and guess what. It was some fucking incredible porn AND I learned about old Scottish politics

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I don’t know if anyone has ever done this before but, here ya go… The Different Types of Fanfiction! 

I probably left a few out, but these are the most common, compared to their base fiction’s canon plot. Enjoy! XD

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What can I say? Im a masochist and curious lol

anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me

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Are Pinky and the Brain still trying to take over the world? Because at this point, I'm willing to hear the Brain's platform.

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"Don't read the same book twice, and expect a different ending."

Fuck off that's what fanfiction is for tf.

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Sonny Gray Sweat Pants (NSFW X-Ray) 

This is for @polkadotpenguin16! Your support is everything <3

You had been dating Sonny for just over a month and things were going well. He was old-fashioned and you could tell he had been raised in a two-parent home with a religious upbringing. He was respectful and didn’t push anything. Your first date ends with a chaste kiss at your door. While it surprised you, you appreciated him wanting to take things slow. It felt like he actually cared about getting to know you- not just what was in your pants. 

This was the first causal date night you had ever had. Sonny had got home late and when he had called, you could hear the exhaustion in his voice. He apologized, telling you he did want to see you but he didn’t think he had it in him to leave the house. When he had hesitantly asked if you would be okay with a night at his apartment watching a movie you had easily agreed. And you were so glad you did. 

He answered the door in his Fordham sweatshirt and gray sweatpants hair still damp from his shower. You had never seen him in anything besides a suit and you weren’t disappointed. He might be even sexier in his causal clothes than the suits he seemed to always be sporting when you were together.  

You were glad you had forgone the jeans for leggings. He stepped aside and when you walked in your chest brushed his side. He had ordered a pizza and it along with a salad and breadsticks had shown up just a few minutes before you. You didn’t know why you were surprised when he led you to the couch instead of the kitchen table. You shake your head at yourself trying to merge Catholic gentleman Sonny with relaxed at-home Sonny. 

He offered to let you pick the show and you made your best guess of something he would also enjoy off his just-watched movies. You picked an action comedy- had some grit for Sonny but was also lighthearted by its improbability and over-the-top scenes. For the exhaustion on Sonny’s face, you didn’t think he could handle anything heavy right now.  

You didn’t want to ask if he had a hard case. He worked in SVU, and you were sure all the cases were hard. You knew you couldn’t do his job. It didn’t take long after eating for Sonny to throw his arm around the back of the couch. You took the cue and didn’t make Sonny wait, curling into his side. You were engulfed in his musky smell with a zip of something sharp. His warm body felt scorching against your chilled frame.  

He must have noticed the temperature difference too. “You cold?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer because even as the words came out of his mouth, he had shifted to grab the blanket behind you. His shift had made you slide and you had used your hand to try to catch yourself. Your hand slid and connected with his cock. It had been a reflex when your fingers had closed slightly before releasing. 

Holy fucking hell- he was huge. 

You tried not to jerk out of his grip with embarrassment. Your gaze shot to the floor wondering what his reaction would be because there was no way in hell he hadn’t felt that. But Sonny didn’t say anything as he wrapped the blanket around you. Like you hadn’t just got a handful of his junk. 

You waited stiffly for a few painfully long moments. But the only reaction you got was the slight shift of his hips as he settled back into the couch. You leaned back into his side grateful for him not making it any more awkward for you than it already was.  

But as you sat there curled up with him you couldn’t concentrate on the movie playing on the screen. Your imagination was running wild. He had been soft when you had groped him or at least mostly so. You wondered if you had made him harden with that touch.  

And just how big was he? Would it be a tight fit? Would it stretch your pussy more than it had ever been? Fill you up to bursting? Your thighs unconsciously squeezed together as you felt a familiar heat start in your lower belly. You knew you needed to calm yourself down but your mind was like a damn bursting. 

Images of Sonny hard. Him rubbing the head of his cock against your soaked folds. The slight sting of the stretch as he entered you then pleasure as he bottomed out. It would take a few minutes for your body to adjust but when it did. 

Oh god, when it did you would feel everything. Every thrust and drag of his cock brushed against your walls. His groans, his hot body sliding against yours making your hard nipples sensitive to every touch. When he realized how sensitive you really were he would take them into his mouth sucking and licking- maybe even nipping. You would hold him there tugging at his locks arching your back and pushing them farther into his greedy mouth. The pace of his thrust wouldn’t slow keeping a steady rhythm bringing you closer and closer to your release- 

You felt Sonny’s fingertips graze against the skin between your shirt and leggings. Forcing you back to the present as you feel a gush of arousal soaks your already wet panties. You could feel the pulsing of your core through your entire body. You can’t take it- you didn’t care if it made you seem easy. Just as you are about to boldly fling yourself around to straddle him you hear it. The soft snore. You glance up to confirm what you already know. 

Sonny was fast asleep.       

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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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"Well, my gobs are smacked and my gasts are flabbered" is one of my all-time favourite SVU lines.

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ao3 is crazy because you'll read the most gut-wrenching 200k word slowburn that leaves you sobbing into your sweater at four in the morning and the author will be applejacksmonstercock

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hey! Will you make a Wes Mitchell fic about cam being shot? Some fluff? Maybe they start dating?

It's probably too early to say this-since I just started watching the show- but I don't think I'll ship Wes and Cam. I don't really see the chemistry and it is a little weird for me with the power differential.

I appreciate the ask but as of now, it's not my cup of tea.

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What sort of woman does Will need rather than what he wants?

I’ve always thought he needed someone like Sylvie Brett or even Cindy Herrmann in some form if that makes sense? He thinks he needs someone like Natalie or someone who is like say Gabby or even Erin but doesn’t realize that they aren’t right for him

I personally don't like Sylvie Brett. I think they made her one of the biggest Mary Sue characters ever- too sweet to do anything wrong, all the guys want to be with her, she had like no flaws that are ever pointed out. But I'm missing the point here.

I agree I don't think Will needs someone like Natalie or Gabby. They are harsh, want to take care of themselves, and a bit emotional distant or stunted. Not that they aren't great characters none withstanding- just not a good fit for Will.

I think he would be better with someone who is more laid back and goes with the follow. Not meek or quiet just not as set in their ways and have a little more flexibility. Will has a constant need to be in control and prove that he is good enough. That need has stemmed from his childhood.

When his girlfriends make him feel like he isn't good enough or disregard his help, it makes me fight harder and gives me a more controlled persona. He wants to help but not being able to make him push even harder and with a more rigid and dominate partner it clash even harder.