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Hi girls! This week has been very busy for me so I haven’t been very active, but I’m writing, or at least I’m trying, to write a smut. I’m not very experienced so it’s taking a while because I want it to be perfect + I have lots of tests at school and I also need to study. But I’m almost done and I promise I will post it soon.

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hello! i LOOOOOVE the dark carisi stuff you’ve been posting :) do you have any rules for requests?

Hi! I’m glad you like my work. I don’t really have rules for requests now so you can ask me anything.

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Taste Test - Rafael Barba Imagine [Law & Order: SVU]

Title: Taste Test

Pairing: Rafael Barba X Reader

Word Count: 1,075 words

Warning(s): none that I'm aware of

Summary: The SVU detectives go to visit their favorite ADA at his office. They end up finding out more about him than they ever planned to.

Author's Note: I needed something fast and cute to give me a break from some of the longer stories that I'm working on (there is a doctor who oc story and a grimm story in the works right now). I'm also on the tail end of my master's program, so it's all a little bit hectic right now.

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I rarely ever had the time to visit Rafael at his office.

Even without considering his frantic and busy work schedule, mine simply never allowed it. I owned the bakery that my dad had opened years ago. I took over after his retirement and I hadn't stopped moving at top speed since. It was always looking at the menu or staffing or some crisis that needed to be fixed right then and there.

But sometimes, just sometimes, I would have a day where I had enough people and a slow enough flow of customers that I could pack a little bag of treats and a few drinks and go see him at lunch.

Today was one of those very lucky days.

Rafael's office door was slightly open when I got there. I knocked on it lightly, pushing it just enough to peak my head through.

"Hello- (Y/n)." he stood up as soon as he saw me. "What are you doing here?"

"Slow day," I replied with a shrug. "Thought that I could tempt you into a break with some food and coffee."

"If there's a day that I say no to that, assume that someone has replaced me with a clone."

"Noted," I chuckled, placing the bag and the drink carrier on the round table in the corner. I handed him one cup. "Here, try this. It's a potential drink for the summer menu."

"Alright." he took a small sip of the drink. He nodded. "It's good. What is it?"

"It's basically a latte but made with rose milk and rose foam."

"How... How do you make rose milk?"

"Shh, don't ask questions," I said as I sat down in one of the table's chairs. Rafael chuckled as he sat next to me. "Do you really like it?"

"It's great," he promised.

"Good," I mumbled. "I was a bit worried about it."

"You have reason to be." Rafael grabbed my hand over the table. "You are a genius when it comes to making up drinks."

"I hope you feel the same way about my ability to make up food," I replied, reaching into the bag that I had brought with me. I put down a napkin and plopped a muffin on the top.

"Oh, absolutely," he let go of my hand to pick up the muffin. I chuckled as he did. He took a bite and hummed. "This is a winner."

"Glad to hear." I leaned over and swiped some crumbs off of his chin with my thumb. "But you do praise all of my food."

He hummed again as he took another bite, nodding before he was able to speak, "Because all of your food is amazing."

I grabbed my drink, taking a sip before changing the subject, "How has your day been? Anything important happening?"

"Not yet-"

"Barba-"

We both looked to the door as a group of people walked in. There were three of them; two women and a man.

"Perfect timing," Rafael mumbled to me. I would have chuckled if I hadn't been so caught off guard.

"Hello," one of the women said.

"Hi," I replied, standing up as I did.

The woman looked at Rafael. "I didn't know that you had a meeting."

"It's... It's not a meeting," I explained quickly. I always spoke quickly when I was nervous and having three people suddenly walk into the room with no warning made me very nervous. "I was just stopping by for lunch."

"Detectives," Rafael stood up behind me, touching my back. "This is (Y/n). My partner. (Y/n), these are some of the detectives from the S.V.U. Olivia Benson, Amanda Rollins, and Sonny Carisi."

"Nice to meet you all."

"You too," Olivia nodded at me. "I hope he hasn't been hiding you from us."

I chuckled. "No, no, not at all. I- I own a little bakery and cafe place not too far from here. I tend to be pretty swamped, but I had some downtime, so I stopped by for lunch."

"I thought that I recognized you!" Sonny pointed at me. "I've been by your shop."

"Oh, good, hope you liked it."

"Oh, loved it," he said. He turned to the other detectives. "There was this awesome sandwich thing on the menu during the fall. I've been craving it for months."

"I'll make note of that, so I remember to bring it back this year," I promised. "In the meantime, I'd be happy to treat you all to some food and drinks. I'm starting to sort out the summer menu; you should all come over sometime and test out some of the ideas I have."

"You don't have to-"

"I want to," I stopped Olivia in her tracks. "You guys work with Rafael so much that we might as well be friends. Plus, I need some other guinea pigs than just him. I'm sure Rafael would be more than happy to sort out a night for you and anyone else on your team to join us."

He looked over at me, pausing before he replied, "Over the moon."

"See?"

"Alright then," Olivia nodded. I glanced over to see Sonny trying to subtly celebrate the good news.

"I should get out of the way," I touched Rafael's shoulder as I spoke before going to grab my drink. "I'm sure whatever you all need to talk about is more important than my seasonal menu."

"I'll walk you out." Rafael guided me to the door.

We walked together to the point where we were just out of view of the windows in his office. I turned around and placed a quick kiss on his lips.

"I'll see you tonight," he muttered.

"Can't wait," I mumbled back. "Don't forget about the little tasting event that we're hosting."

"I won't," he promised, leaning over to kiss me again. He added a second kiss to my temple. "I love you."

"Love you too," I said before pulling away properly.

My phone started ringing as soon as I started walking out.

"I'm already on my way back," I answered before any question could be asked.

"Thank God." I heard from the other end. "Someone is promising to come back and have a stern talk to you."

"Great, sounds fun. I'll be there in a few minutes."

I let out a huff as I hung up and started jogging down the street.

Sometimes these short lunch dates were the only thing keeping me from running for the hills.

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Author's Note: The drink I described is actually an actual drink at local coffee shop in my area! I am not clever enough to make it up myself.

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Homebody’s

Sonny Carisi x fem! Reader

Warnings: none, fluffy sonny, short and sweet

Word count: 758

The sunlight shined through the window, going right over your eyes and causing them to blink awake. Feeling the weight around your waist, you smiled and sighed in content.

It had been a while since Sonny had a day off or that you woke up together. Work had been hell for him recently. When he left in the mornings, you were asleep and when he came home, it was just like he left you. He hated it, hated leaving you alone all day and only talking to you on the phone or seeing you at a cafe for a quick second.

None of that mattered now. You were together, attached and in peace with Sonny. Well, peace without the snoring in your ear.

Rolling your eyes, you moved his arm so you could get up. You heard him groan while you stretched, listening to the covers shuffling around. "Come back to bed, too early."

Giggling, you stood up to see him looking at you like a kicked puppy. He had a bad case of bed head and his socks were half way off his feet. "It's almost eleven, I think it's time to get up babe." He groaned again as you walked to the kitchen, starting the coffee maker.

Sonny trudged his way into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes like a little kid. He came up and wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your shoulder. "We could just sleep all day, I know you wanna..."

You sarcastically laughed, shaking your head. "I actually don't." He sighed before you leaned back into his hold. "But we can stay home all day." Turning in his hold, you wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile. "How does that sound?"

He smirked, leaning down to kiss your lips, pulling away slightly. "That sounds perfect."

And that's what you did. Instead of you cooking breakfast, Sonny ordered from your favorite cafe, getting it delivered. You stayed on the couch, watching movies or looking through your phone. Sonny stayed with you, sometimes finding conversation and sometimes dosing off.

You felt bad not letting him sleep in bed all day. You knew he was tired form work and this was his first day off in a minute. But you had to be a little selfish with this time you had with him.

Around 6pm, halfway through Titanic, you were looking through restaurant menu when you heard Sonny's phone ringing from the kitchen. He glanced at you as you glanced at him, after the second ring you made a run for the phone, Sonny behind you. "Y/n, don't!"

Looking at the caller ID, you answered with a smile, Sonny throwing his hands up. "Sonnys phone, Y/n speaking. What can I do for you, Liv?"

Sonnys eyes widened, coming closer you held up your hand. "Y/n, give me the phone."

Liv laughed in the background. "Don't worry, I'm not calling him in. Just let him know I'll need the rest of paperwork tomorrow."

You nodded while Sonny raised his brows. "Yes ma'am, I will. He will see you tomorrow." You said your goodbyes and she hung up. You looked at Sonny while shaking your head. "Shame on you Sonny Carisi."

He scoffed, coming closer to try and grab the phone. "Shame on me? What did she say, do they need me?"

You smiled and laughed. "No Sonny, you just didn't finish some paperwork." He rolled his eyes, coming towards you and lifting you over his shoulder. You squealed and laughed, gently hitting his back. "Sonny! Put me down!"

"If you insist." He laid you down in your bed, climbing on top of you with a smirk. He placed kisses all around your face, enjoying the sound of your laughter. He missed you so much, missed your reactions to things like this.

He'd give you a kiss in the mornings when he left, but you were half asleep and it was more of a peck. At night, you would already be asleep so he would just wrap his arms around you and kiss your head. Hearing your voice and just spending actual time with you has been the highlight of his life.

You grabbed his cheeks, stopping his attack and just staring into his eyes. "I love you, so much." He smiled down at you, taking a hand and caressing your hair.

"Not as much as I love you." He leaned down and kissed you, long but gentle, smiling as he pulled away. "You could never love me that much."

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Sonny Carisi x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit Suggestive Content, Yandere/Jealousy Themes, Undercover Operation/Dark Themes, Strong Language, Violence & Police Action.

Summary: Detectives Sonny Carisi and reader go undercover at a high-end strip club to take down a dangerous criminal. Posing as a client and a dancer, they must sell their roles convincingly—especially when jealousy and tension flare between them.

The dimly lit club smelled of expensive perfume, cheap whiskey, and desperation. The Velvet Rose was the kind of place where men with deep pockets and dark secrets came to indulge their vices. Tonight, it was the epicenter of Special Victims Unit sting operation.

Sonny Carisi adjusted the cuffs of his tailored black suit, his usually bright blue eyes shadowed by the low neon lights. He looked every bit the high-rolling businessman here for an expensive night of entertainment. His jaw was tense, his fingers flexing at his sides, but he played the part well.

You, on the other hand, had been thrust into an entirely different role. Dressed in an outfit that barely covered you, lace and silk hugging your curves in ways you’d never dare wear outside of this mission, you felt Carisi’s eyes burning into you from the moment you stepped out of the dressing room.

“Alright, you two ready?” Olivia Benson’s voice crackled in your earpiece, her tone sharp and professional.

You cleared your throat, adjusting the small microphone hidden in your necklace. “As I’ll ever be.”

Carisi’s voice was lower, tighter. “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”

The target was Vince Morelli, a club owner and human trafficker known for exploiting vulnerable women. He was careful, slick, and well-connected. The goal was simple: get close enough for him to make an incriminating move, catch it on tape, and bring him down.

You, unfortunately, were the bait.

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The music pulsed through the speakers, vibrating through your bones as you moved across the club floor in heels that made you feel like a newborn deer. The lights painted everything in sultry hues of red and gold. The patrons were already eyeing you, but the only gaze that mattered was Carisi’s.

He sat in a plush leather booth, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. His cover was simple—he was playing a wealthy out-of-town businessman looking for “companionship.” You had to convince Morelli you were just another dancer trying to get by, hoping to move up in the club’s hierarchy.

You inhaled deeply, sliding into the act. With a sway to your hips, you approached Carisi’s booth, resting a hand on the edge of the table as you leaned in close.

“Mind if I join you?” you purred, your voice silkier than you ever thought possible.

Carisi’s jaw twitched. His pupils were dilated, his grip on the glass tightening. “Didn’t expect company so soon,” he said, playing along, though his voice was rougher than usual.

You slid onto his lap, an act that made his entire body go rigid beneath you. His hands instinctively came to rest on your thighs. It was part of the job, part of the act, but damn if it didn’t feel a little too real.

“Relax, baby,” you murmured, letting your fingers trail along his collar. “I don’t bite… unless you’re into that.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, and his fingers dug ever so slightly into your flesh. “You always this forward?” he muttered, voice thick with something between frustration and desire.

You smirked, tilting your head. “You look like a man who likes to take control. Am I wrong?”

His eyes darkened, and for a second, it wasn’t just the undercover operation fueling his reaction.

Morelli was watching.

“You got a real talent, sweetheart,” Morelli said, approaching the booth. He was a slimy man in a sharp suit, the kind of guy who thought he owned the world. “She treating you right?”

Carisi forced a smirk, his hands squeezing your waist. “Oh yeah. She’s got a hell of a way of convincing me to stay a while.”

You turned to Morelli, batting your lashes. “You know me, Vince. I like to keep the customers happy.”

Morelli chuckled, but his eyes flickered with something far less amused. “Good girl. I like that.”

Carisi’s grip on you tightened almost imperceptibly.

The conversation moved forward, Morelli trying to gauge whether Carisi was worth trusting. The tension was thick, but you stayed in character, playing the flirtatious dancer while Carisi played the composed businessman.

But something shifted when Morelli leaned in, dragging a finger along your exposed collarbone.

Carisi’s entire body stiffened beneath you. His fingers flexed at your waist, and then, before you could react, he pulled you closer onto his lap, forcing your hips flush against his.

Your breath hitched.

“Hands off,” Carisi said smoothly, but there was an unmistakable edge to his voice. “This one’s mine tonight.”

Morelli raised his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, pal. Just making sure she’s as good as she looks.”

Carisi’s grip on you was possessive, his fingers pressing into your skin as if reminding you—reminding himself—that this was an act. But the tension between you had shifted.

His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “You okay?”

You nodded, trying to ignore the way your pulse hammered in your throat.

But Morelli wasn’t done testing. “Well, if she’s yours, why don’t you show me?” he smirked.

Carisi’s grip on your waist tightened, and before you knew it, he was guiding your hips against him in a slow, deliberate grind.

Your breath hitched.

His touch was firm, possessive, his voice husky as he murmured low enough for only you to hear, “Just play along, sweetheart.”

But the heat in his tone told you he was fighting something else entirely.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Morelli finally took the bait, offering Carisi an “exclusive deal”—a disgusting proposition involving trafficking new girls into his operation. It was all the evidence they needed.

The second Morelli shook Carisi’s hand, the club doors burst open.

“SVU! Hands where we can see them!”

Carisi practically shoved you behind him as the team stormed in. Morelli barely had time to register what was happening before he was slammed onto the bar by Fin Tutuola.

“You son of a—!” Morelli snarled as Olivia snapped cuffs onto his wrists.

Carisi exhaled sharply, his eyes still dark as they flicked back to you. His hand was still on your waist, his fingers lingering just a little too long.

“You good?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded. “Yeah. You?”

His jaw clenched. “Yeah.”

But the look he gave you said otherwise.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The interrogation went smoothly. Morelli lawyered up fast, but they had more than enough evidence to put him away.

Back at the precinct, you were still in your undercover outfit when Carisi caught up with you outside the locker rooms.

“You gonna change out of that?” His voice was casual, but the way his eyes roamed your body said something else.

You smirked, arms crossing. “Why? Distracted, Detective?”

His tongue swiped across his bottom lip. “I’m just saying…” He stepped closer, voice dropping. “You should dress like that more often.”

Your breath caught. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” His lips quirked into a slow, lazy smirk. “But only for me to see.”

Heat flooded your cheeks. “Sonny!”

He chuckled, stepping back, but his eyes held a promise.

And you had a feeling this case wouldn’t be the last time you saw that look.

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Sonny Carisi x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit Suggestive Content, Yandere/Jealousy Themes, Undercover Operation/Dark Themes, Strong Language, Violence & Police Action.

Summary: Detectives Sonny Carisi and reader go undercover at a high-end strip club to take down a dangerous criminal. Posing as a client and a dancer, they must sell their roles convincingly—especially when jealousy and tension flare between them.

The dimly lit club smelled of expensive perfume, cheap whiskey, and desperation. The Velvet Rose was the kind of place where men with deep pockets and dark secrets came to indulge their vices. Tonight, it was the epicenter of Special Victims Unit sting operation.

Sonny Carisi adjusted the cuffs of his tailored black suit, his usually bright blue eyes shadowed by the low neon lights. He looked every bit the high-rolling businessman here for an expensive night of entertainment. His jaw was tense, his fingers flexing at his sides, but he played the part well.

You, on the other hand, had been thrust into an entirely different role. Dressed in an outfit that barely covered you, lace and silk hugging your curves in ways you’d never dare wear outside of this mission, you felt Carisi’s eyes burning into you from the moment you stepped out of the dressing room.

“Alright, you two ready?” Olivia Benson’s voice crackled in your earpiece, her tone sharp and professional.

You cleared your throat, adjusting the small microphone hidden in your necklace. “As I’ll ever be.”

Carisi’s voice was lower, tighter. “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”

The target was Vince Morelli, a club owner and human trafficker known for exploiting vulnerable women. He was careful, slick, and well-connected. The goal was simple: get close enough for him to make an incriminating move, catch it on tape, and bring him down.

You, unfortunately, were the bait.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The music pulsed through the speakers, vibrating through your bones as you moved across the club floor in heels that made you feel like a newborn deer. The lights painted everything in sultry hues of red and gold. The patrons were already eyeing you, but the only gaze that mattered was Carisi’s.

He sat in a plush leather booth, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. His cover was simple—he was playing a wealthy out-of-town businessman looking for “companionship.” You had to convince Morelli you were just another dancer trying to get by, hoping to move up in the club’s hierarchy.

You inhaled deeply, sliding into the act. With a sway to your hips, you approached Carisi’s booth, resting a hand on the edge of the table as you leaned in close.

“Mind if I join you?” you purred, your voice silkier than you ever thought possible.

Carisi’s jaw twitched. His pupils were dilated, his grip on the glass tightening. “Didn’t expect company so soon,” he said, playing along, though his voice was rougher than usual.

You slid onto his lap, an act that made his entire body go rigid beneath you. His hands instinctively came to rest on your thighs. It was part of the job, part of the act, but damn if it didn’t feel a little too real.

“Relax, baby,” you murmured, letting your fingers trail along his collar. “I don’t bite… unless you’re into that.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, and his fingers dug ever so slightly into your flesh. “You always this forward?” he muttered, voice thick with something between frustration and desire.

You smirked, tilting your head. “You look like a man who likes to take control. Am I wrong?”

His eyes darkened, and for a second, it wasn’t just the undercover operation fueling his reaction.

Morelli was watching.

“You got a real talent, sweetheart,” Morelli said, approaching the booth. He was a slimy man in a sharp suit, the kind of guy who thought he owned the world. “She treating you right?”

Carisi forced a smirk, his hands squeezing your waist. “Oh yeah. She’s got a hell of a way of convincing me to stay a while.”

You turned to Morelli, batting your lashes. “You know me, Vince. I like to keep the customers happy.”

Morelli chuckled, but his eyes flickered with something far less amused. “Good girl. I like that.”

Carisi’s grip on you tightened almost imperceptibly.

The conversation moved forward, Morelli trying to gauge whether Carisi was worth trusting. The tension was thick, but you stayed in character, playing the flirtatious dancer while Carisi played the composed businessman.

But something shifted when Morelli leaned in, dragging a finger along your exposed collarbone.

Carisi’s entire body stiffened beneath you. His fingers flexed at your waist, and then, before you could react, he pulled you closer onto his lap, forcing your hips flush against his.

Your breath hitched.

“Hands off,” Carisi said smoothly, but there was an unmistakable edge to his voice. “This one’s mine tonight.”

Morelli raised his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, pal. Just making sure she’s as good as she looks.”

Carisi’s grip on you was possessive, his fingers pressing into your skin as if reminding you—reminding himself—that this was an act. But the tension between you had shifted.

His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “You okay?”

You nodded, trying to ignore the way your pulse hammered in your throat.

But Morelli wasn’t done testing. “Well, if she’s yours, why don’t you show me?” he smirked.

Carisi’s grip on your waist tightened, and before you knew it, he was guiding your hips against him in a slow, deliberate grind.

Your breath hitched.

His touch was firm, possessive, his voice husky as he murmured low enough for only you to hear, “Just play along, sweetheart.”

But the heat in his tone told you he was fighting something else entirely.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Morelli finally took the bait, offering Carisi an “exclusive deal”—a disgusting proposition involving trafficking new girls into his operation. It was all the evidence they needed.

The second Morelli shook Carisi’s hand, the club doors burst open.

“SVU! Hands where we can see them!”

Carisi practically shoved you behind him as the team stormed in. Morelli barely had time to register what was happening before he was slammed onto the bar by Fin Tutuola.

“You son of a—!” Morelli snarled as Olivia snapped cuffs onto his wrists.

Carisi exhaled sharply, his eyes still dark as they flicked back to you. His hand was still on your waist, his fingers lingering just a little too long.

“You good?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded. “Yeah. You?”

His jaw clenched. “Yeah.”

But the look he gave you said otherwise.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The interrogation went smoothly. Morelli lawyered up fast, but they had more than enough evidence to put him away.

Back at the precinct, you were still in your undercover outfit when Carisi caught up with you outside the locker rooms.

“You gonna change out of that?” His voice was casual, but the way his eyes roamed your body said something else.

You smirked, arms crossing. “Why? Distracted, Detective?”

His tongue swiped across his bottom lip. “I’m just saying…” He stepped closer, voice dropping. “You should dress like that more often.”

Your breath caught. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” His lips quirked into a slow, lazy smirk. “But only for me to see.”

Heat flooded your cheeks. “Sonny!”

He chuckled, stepping back, but his eyes held a promise.

And you had a feeling this case wouldn’t be the last time you saw that look.

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Yandere!Sonny Carisi x Female Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, manipulation, emotional control, unhealthy relationship dynamics.

Summary: Reader catches up with an old colleague and Sonny gets jealous and possessive over her.

The precinct was buzzing with its usual midday energy—phones ringing, paperwork shuffling, detectives moving from desk to desk with coffee cups and case files in hand. You were used to the chaos. It had become your white noise, a background hum that barely registered as you focused on wrapping up the latest case.

But there was one thing—or rather, one person—who could always break through the noise.

Sonny Carisi.

Your partner. Your shadow. The man who had been glued to your side since the moment you were paired together.

At first, you had chalked it up to his natural protectiveness, the same kind he showed toward victims, witnesses, even the barista who got his coffee order wrong but “looked like she was havin’ a rough day.” But then you started to notice the way he watched you. The way he hovered when another man spoke to you, his jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides like he was holding himself back from something dangerous.

And today?

Today was no different.

You just hadn’t realized it yet.

“Hey, I know that face. That’s the case closed face.”

You laughed as you turned, looking up at the familiar voice. “Damn, McAllister, you still think you can read me that well?”

Detective Jake McAllister grinned. He had been your colleague back when you first started in SVU, before he transferred to another unit. You hadn’t seen him in over a year, and running into him today had been a pleasant surprise.

“Some things never change,” he said, leaning casually against your desk. “I hear you and Carisi are partners now.”

“Yeah, it’s been—”

“You like him?”

The question caught you off guard. “I—yeah, of course. He’s a great detective.”

McAllister gave you a look, one eyebrow raised. “That’s not what I meant, but okay.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

He chuckled. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Anyway, I gotta head out, but it was good seeing you. We should grab a drink sometime, catch up properly.”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “That’d be nice.”

You barely had time to sit back down at your desk before you felt his presence.

“Hey.”

You turned your head, surprised to find Sonny standing beside you. Hands in his pockets, casual slouch, easygoing smile—almost like his usual self.

“Hey,” you greeted, still slightly distracted as you shuffled some case files into a pile.

“So, uh… who was that guy?”

The question was smooth. Too smooth. Like it was just an afterthought. Like he wasn’t already running every possible scenario in his head.

You glanced up at him. “McAllister?”

Sonny hummed, nodding. “Yeah. Didn’t recognize him.”

You shrugged. “He used to be in SVU. We worked together before he transferred out.”

“Ah.” He rocked back on his heels, eyes flickering toward the door where McAllister had left. “Seemed… friendly.”

You let out a small laugh. “I mean, yeah. We were close back then. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.”

Sonny smiled, but there was something in his eyes—something too sharp, too assessing. “Close, huh?”

You hesitated, sensing a shift. “Not like that.”

His smile didn’t waver, but his fingers tapped against the edge of your desk. “You sure?”

Your brow furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just sayin’,” he said, voice still light, still easy. But his eyes… his eyes had darkened, locked onto you like a predator waiting for the right moment. “Guy like that, lookin’ at you the way he was… talkin’ to you all close, smilin’ like he had a claim on you…”

You sighed. “Sonny, come on. It wasn’t like that.”

He tilted his head, watching you carefully. “No?”

“No,” you insisted.

Silence.

Then, slowly—so slowly it sent a shiver down your spine—his entire demeanor changed.

The slouch disappeared. The lighthearted act evaporated. He leaned in, resting both hands on your desk, effectively caging you in.

“That so?”

Your breath hitched.

His voice was different now—lower, quieter, dripping with something dangerous.

“You smiled at him,” he murmured. “Laughed at his jokes.”

“Because we were catching up—”

“You touched his arm.”

“It was nothing—”

“Nothing?” The word was almost mocking. His fingers twitched against the desk, his whole body coiled tight, like he was holding something back. “He asked you out.”

You swallowed. “He said we should grab a drink sometime.”

Sonny hummed, nodding slowly. “And you said yes.”

“I—”

“Didn’t you?”

His voice was like a vice, squeezing the air from your lungs.

“I—Sonny, I didn’t mean—”

“Didn’t mean what?” he pressed. His knuckles whitened against the desk. “Didn’t mean to let him think he had a chance? Didn’t mean to act like you’re available?”

Your pulse spiked. “I am available, Sonny, I—”

Wrong answer.

His jaw clenched, and for a long, suffocating moment, he just stared at you.

And then, very quietly—very deliberately—he exhaled.

“Sweetheart.” The word dripped with something possessive, something final. He shook his head, a slow, almost pitying gesture. “No, you’re not.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You’re not available,” he repeated, his tone eerily calm. “You’re mine.”

Your breath caught. “Sonny, I—”

“I don’t share,” he murmured. “And I sure as hell don’t let some other guy think he’s got a shot with what’s mine.”

It wasn’t a declaration. It wasn’t a confession.

It was a fact.

“Sonny—”

“You won’t see him again.”

The words hit you like a command. Unrelenting. Absolute.

Your throat tightened. “Sonny, you can’t just—”

His hand moved—slow, deliberate—trailing up your arm before his fingers curled around your wrist. Not tight. Not painful. But firm. Claiming.

“You won’t see him again.”

Your heart pounded against your ribs.

You knew—God, you knew—this was a fight you wouldn’t win.

Because Sonny Carisi didn’t lose.

And that look in his eyes? That slow, satisfied curve of his lips?

He already knew it.

“…I won’t see him again,” you whispered.

Silence.

Then, a soft, approving hum.

“Good girl.”

A shiver ran down your spine.

Sonny squeezed your wrist once—gentle, almost affectionate—before finally stepping back.

But the weight of his words, the weight of his claim—that didn’t leave you.

It never would.

And the terrifying thing?

You weren’t even sure if you wanted it to.

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Sweetness

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Sonny coming home to see his pregnant girlfriend eating whipped cream out of a can. I dong know, I just can’t stop laughing from this image.

“Hey baby, it’s me again. I know I’ve already called like a zillion times and I know you’re busy but I’m really craving something sweet so can you please get me something on your way home? I’ll love forever and ever and ever. Thanks baby! Bye!” you say into your phone before hanging up. That was the third message you had left your boyfriend, Sonny, this afternoon. You were nine months pregnant, on bedrest, and due any day now. Lying down in bed all day wasn’t an issue—you loved being lazy and catching up on the latest reality tv. The only thing that bugged you were your persistent cravings. No matter what you did, you couldn’t stop thinking about sweet, sugary foods. Sonny had told you that he would get you whatever you needed if he wasn’t busy, but he hadn’t answered your calls all day.

Feeling defeated, you stumbled your way into the kitchen. There’s got to be some junk food in here somewhere, you think to yourself. With one hand on your swollen belly, you place the other on the fridge, opening it for the fifth time in the last hour. You groaned at the healthy snacks and cursed Sonny for not buying you what you craved. Just as you were about to lose the doors once more, a white can with a red lid caught your eye from the corner of the middle shelf. You moved around the milk to reveal a can of whipped cream all in its lonesome. You had completely forgot Sonny bought it for homemade Sundaes last week. You licked your lips as you immediately threw the cap to the side, dipped your head back, and began spraying the cold, whipped sweetness into your mouth. You moaned as the treat met your taste buds, satisfying every need you had at the moment. It felt like heaven in your mouth.

“Hey, doll. I brought you some—what are ya doing there?” Sonny’s voice startled you as you didn’t hear him come in. You jumped with your finger still on the nozzle and whipped cream got all over your chest and belly.

“You scared me!” you say, placing a hand to your beating heart.

“I can tell. I haven’t seen you covered in white in a while, sweetheart,” he winks.

“Sonny!” you exclaim, chucking the can at his face. His quick reflexes allow him to catch it fast with a chuckle.

“I brought you some cookies, doughnuts, and chocolate but it seems like you already got your sweet fix in for the day.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked towards your boyfriend. “Thank you, baby,” you say, placing a soft kiss to his lips. Suddenly you felt a rumble in your stomach.

“I think the baby wants to thank you as well,” you say, placing Sonny’s hand on your belly. Your baby continued to kick as Sonny looked at you in awe. He got down on his knees and placed both hands on your tummy.

“I can’t wait to meet you, sweetheart. Mommy and daddy love you so much.”

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Sonny Carisi / Special

Prompt: "I can’t stop thinking about you.”  

For my secret santa gift to @barbaesparza, a Sonny fic! I know you don’t read many reader fics but I hope you enjoy this one! I had fun talking you over this past month and you are a lovely person and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!! <3 - Secret Santa out! 

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Misunderstandings

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x reader

Prompt: Sonny thinks that you are cheating on him

Word Count: 2008

Warnings: None

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For the last week, you have been distant from your boyfriend Dominick. He hadn’t noticed right away, thinking that maybe you were just in a bad mood or stressed about work. But when you began turning him down a lot, he grew suspicious.

It started when he came into your shared room after getting home from a long day. You were on your laptop, and didn’t even notice when he entered the room. He stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at you, waiting for you to acknowledge him, but you didn’t. He clears his throat and comes in, heading over to his side to put away his tie and change into night clothes. “Oh, hi.” You mumble, only glancing up for a moment before returning to your laptop. He feels a little hurt, as he missed you all day and you don’t seem to care that he is finally home. “Yeah, hey.” He responds dryly, and you don’t question his tone.

When he gets in bed beside you, you close your laptop, hastily, catching his attention. “What’re ya workin on?” He asks, growing suspicious.

“Nothing important. You going to sleep?” You ask, grabbing your cell-phone and unlocking it with your fingerprint rather than password.

“Thought we could lay here for a while, maybe watch a movie?” He asks, stretching his right arm out to rub your back and invite you into his arms, but you ignore him, too wrapped up in whoever you are texting. “Doll?” He speaks, growing irritated, wanting your company.

Your phone begins buzzing and you toss the blanket off of yourself, standing up to answer, not responding to Sonny.

“Hello? Hey. Yeah? I-.” You speak to the person on the other line, then remember that Sonny is in the room. You glance to him, who has a displeased look on his face as he brings his arm back to his side, and decide to take your call in the kitchen, exiting the room without another word.

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In From the Cold

Pairing: Platonic/father figure Sonny Carisi x Fem!Reader

Summary: A homeless teen breaks into Sonny’s house to keep warm one night, and he takes her in

Content/warnings: mentions of homelessness, no other warnings that I can think of?

Word count: 990

The snow was coming down in a flurry by the time Sonny Carisi shut the door to his apartment, nearly four hours later than he normally arrived home. As always after a long day, he wanted nothing more than to have dinner and relax, and he went about doing such until a quiet crash from behind his couch interrupted.

Immediately grabbing something vaguely weapon shaped, a rolling pin?, Sonny flicked on the light overhead the living room and cautiously approached the space.

“NYPD, Who’s in here? I know you’re over there, put your hands up and step out where I can see you,” Shouted the detective, silently cursing that he had left his firearm at the precinct but the thought dropping from his mind when a young girl jumped out from behind his couch, hands held out in a protective stance.

“Oh god I’m sorry mister, I didn’t take anything, I was just trying to find somewhere warm to stay for the night, p-please don’t arrest me,” She stammered, quickly shrugging one of Sonny’s blankets off her shoulders.

Y/n stood there trembling, and Carisi lowered his arm, dumbfounded. She can’t be more than 15, what happened to this kid? he thought to himself, mentally running through the options they had.

“Hang on, hang on, what the hell’s going on? How did you get in my apartment?” He questioned, returning the rolling pin to the counter and raising his hands up when the girl flinched away from him in fear.

“I-I’m sorry, I just needed a place to stay for the night, I’m usually alright to sleep in the park but it was just so cold, and I saw your window open and thought it’d be safe to crash here but I didn’t know someone would come home, I’m so sorry, I’ll go, just please don’t arrest me,” she rambled, tears brimming in her eyes at having been caught.

Sonny was silent for what must have felt like ages to the girl, weighing his options. He considered taking her down to the precinct, but the thought was kicked from his mind the moment he saw her desperate stare, a look he had seen in countless numbers of homeless kids he had dealt with with the SVU.

“It’s alright kid, I’m not gonna turn you in. Why dont’cha just sit down, I’ll get you something to drink,” sighed Sonny, who turned to grab two mugs off a shelf before setting a kettle on to boil. “Tea sound good, or do you want a coffee?”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but did as he said anyways and timidly walked the few steps forward to the couch she had been hidden behind. “Tea is good, thank you so much. W-why are you being nice to me? I broke in, isn’t that illegal?”

Sonny sighed again, considering his options for the second time and again settling on what felt like the right thing.

“Look, I’ve seen too many girls lose out on what could have been a good life because they didn’t have a home, and I don’t wanna see that happen to you too.” Sonny gave her a bittersweet smile as he walked from the kitchen to lean against the opposite side of the couch.

 “Listen, you’ve got a couple options here. First, I’ve worked with a couple great shelters that take in minors over the years, and I could give my boss a call so she could work somethin’ out with them for you, but if you’d rather, you’re welcome to stay here for a little bit.”

Shocked, Y/n’s breath caught in her throat and she sat staring up at the detective in silence for several moments.

“…are you serious? Would you really let me stay?”

Sonny chuckled at her reaction, but nodded nonetheless.

“Like I said, I don’t wanna see your future thrown away. If you’re not comfortable, I can just as easily find you a place with a shelter, but I figured you’d appreciate having a room to yourself. Besides, it looks like you could use a friend”

Y/n had silent tears running down her cheeks long before he finished talking, her voice coming out a meek whisper when she finally worked up the strength to talk.  “…thank you, so so much. If you’re sure I won’t be in the way, it would mean everything if I could stay with you”

“It’s no problem kid, I’m not gonna be around a whole lot but while you’re here, you’ve got a room to yourself, whatever you need from the store and a hot meal every day, sound alright?” When Y/n nodded with a rapidly widening smile, Sonny continued on.

“I’m Dominick, by the way, but you can call me Sonny. Figured you should know who I am, since we’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other from now on,” He chuckled, leaning forward to grab the blanket now resting on the floor and tug it back around the girl’s shoulders.

“My name’s Y/n, It’s really good to meet you Sonny. Thank you again, so much,” Y/n smiled and wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

“I’ve got a day off tomorrow, why don’t we wait till then to figure out all the details here. For tonight, let’s just get you your tea, then get the spare room set up for you, sound good?”  It surprised Sonny how protective he felt over the girl so quickly, but when she grinned and nodded, he pushed the thought away and grinned back, motioning for her to stand up. “C’mon then, let’s go”

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Hi hi!! May I request “I’m just braiding your hair” with detective Carisi thanks in advance🖤

You huffed for the 100th time of the shift. Your long hair was constantly in the way. You were at your laptop typing up your dd5's for court; otherwise, Judge Donnelly would nail your ass for contempt. You flicked your hair over your shoulder. Your boyfriend and partner sat at the desk opposite you. Sonny looked up to see you with an angry expression.

"what's wrong, doll?" Sonny questioned.

" I'm getting a haircut first thing tomorrow morning." Sonny chuckled and picked up the hair tie that you put in his desk for emergencies and he made his way to stand behind you.

“Sonny what are you doing?” You half asked, half sighed.

"Ssh, Baby, I'm just braiding your hair for you." you relaxed into his touch as he made quick work of your braid. Sonny kisses the top of your head then sits back at his desk.

"When did you learn how to braid hair?" you softly asked now your hair was entirely out of your way.

" Doll, my sisters used to make me do it when we were younger, and then they passed it down to my nieces" Sonny shrugged, feeling quite self-conscious that he knows how to braid hair. You sit on his lap and kiss his lips.

"My hero."

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Hi can you do a headcanon for male reader and ADA Carisi, where the reader is the newest detective and he's shy and Carisi is flirting and teasing him?

ADA Dominick "Sonny" Carisi, Jr. x Male!Reader | Headcanons

Hiya there! Thanks so much for the request, I really hope you like these headcanons. :)

notes; Male!Reader; Shy!Reader; Reader is a Detective with the SVU; Flirting; Teasing; Blushing.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

As soon as he gets to really talk to you for the first time, he feels an instant connection to you; and he just wants to be your friend, but hopefully more than that, too.

And as Sonny is known to do, he often brings you (extra) pastries when he comes down to the station, because there's no better way to somebody's heart than through their stomach.

He also stands closest to you at all times; and he even catches you shyly glancing at him every now and again, while he's so close to you, such as the light pink tint of your cheeks when you avert your gaze again.

That's what mostly gives him the idea that he might actually have a chance with you, which is why he then starts to get bolder as some time has started to pass and you two have gotten to the casual-friends-and-not-just-colleagues-stage already.

You're alone with him, in his office, working your current case when he sits a little closer to you than necessary; your knees and thighs are touching and your arms are brushing against one another whenever you turn over a page, open a book or file, or just move at all.

At some point, you're both frustrated by the seemingly endless dead-ends you hit with this particular case; and so he comments that you should probably take a break, "before your brilliant, pretty little head is gonna explode", which catches you completely off-guard.

You start to blush violently, laughing it off shyly, since you have no idea how else to react; especially when your brain has stopped working entirely in that moment, you're just rendered speechless by his compliment.

Sonny enjoys your reaction so much to his little comment that he starts to sprinkle such compliments in whenever he's talking to you (when only you can hear them, though, of course); it's incredibly intoxicating to make you blush like that and hear your shy little laugh in response.

Eventually, he feels like he's teased you long enough and actually asks you out to dinner at his place so he can cook for you; and unsurprisingly you say "yes" (but not without stumbling over your words for a bit, before mumbling out your final answer in shame).

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König being desperate for escort reader :(

Couldn’t stop thinking about this so i had to burden y’all with my brain rot. NSFW, angst kinda?, desperate touch starved König, he’s kinda subby hehe, afab fem reader, sugar daddy/pay pig shit if you squint, mentions of anxiety and poor self worth, implied size difference, oral f receiving, piv sex (no mentions of protection but always wrap it up y’all), begging, no german apart from schatz, big pp, decryphilia kinda? (He cries because you taste good lol), i think thats it. Let me know if i missed anything

he’s so nervous the first time you meet. Always asking for permission and being so gentle and needy. He’s been lonely for so long, of course you’ll let him bury his face between your soft pillowy tits after he’s begged so politely, won’t you, schatz? Just sits you in his lap and snuggles deep in your chest while he thanks you again and again and tells you how precious you are :(. And his poor neglected cock is so so hard the whole time, throbbing against your plump ass. He whimpers so sweetly every time it pulsates. But he won’t let you touch it because he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. He just paws and gropes at your pretty little body all night until he falls asleep between your tits. Leaving you so wet and needy, squirming against him but the stupid man is fast asleep, mumbling incoherent shit in german :(

He has more money than he knows what to do with so he spends it all on spoiling his favourite call girl. Sometimes just takes you to the mall and gives you his card to spend on whatever you want. All the poor boy wants is to hold your hand the whole time while you waste all his money. Blushing whenever you buy something extra expensive. “Are you sure that’s all you want, schatz?”, he's just so desperate to please you. Always carrying all your bags, following you around like an oversized puppy dog, getting so sad whenever you say that you’re done shopping. Gets so painfully hard when you try on all your new clothes for him :( poor thing doesn’t know what to do with himself.

takes him several meetings to touch you properly but once he finally does he’s a fucking mess. Lapping at your sweet little cunt so greedily while his eyes fill with tears. Your poor clit gets so sore and sensitive from his needy tongue. He’ll go at it for hours until you're quivering and whimpering. You try to pull him away by his curly ginger hair. But he gets so whiny and looks up at you with the most desperate, pleading eyes. Begging you for just a little longer. He always makes such a mess :( won’t give you his big stupid cock until you’re practically begging him. But he just can’t stand the thought of disappointing you.

insists that you ride him because he's so scared he’ll hurt you. He’s so ridiculously big your poor little pussy can’t take him all. There’s always at least an inch sticking out of you while he's whimpering and sobbing into your tits. You’re so full you barely have the strength to bounce on him. He holds your hips and helps you move up and down while he apologises so desperately for hurting you (don’t worry he’s not, he just feels so bad for your poor little body. He feels so disgusting and weak :( ) Just can’t stop himself from sucking on your tits so greedily while you mewl so weakly into his neck. He loses all knowledge of the English language when he’s inside you. You never know what the hell he’s saying but he can’t stop himself from babbling.

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Yandere!Sonny Carisi x Female Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, manipulation, emotional control, unhealthy relationship dynamics.

Summary: Reader catches up with an old colleague and Sonny gets jealous and possessive over her.

The precinct was buzzing with its usual midday energy—phones ringing, paperwork shuffling, detectives moving from desk to desk with coffee cups and case files in hand. You were used to the chaos. It had become your white noise, a background hum that barely registered as you focused on wrapping up the latest case.

But there was one thing—or rather, one person—who could always break through the noise.

Sonny Carisi.

Your partner. Your shadow. The man who had been glued to your side since the moment you were paired together.

At first, you had chalked it up to his natural protectiveness, the same kind he showed toward victims, witnesses, even the barista who got his coffee order wrong but “looked like she was havin’ a rough day.” But then you started to notice the way he watched you. The way he hovered when another man spoke to you, his jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides like he was holding himself back from something dangerous.

And today?

Today was no different.

You just hadn’t realized it yet.

“Hey, I know that face. That’s the case closed face.”

You laughed as you turned, looking up at the familiar voice. “Damn, McAllister, you still think you can read me that well?”

Detective Jake McAllister grinned. He had been your colleague back when you first started in SVU, before he transferred to another unit. You hadn’t seen him in over a year, and running into him today had been a pleasant surprise.

“Some things never change,” he said, leaning casually against your desk. “I hear you and Carisi are partners now.”

“Yeah, it’s been—”

“You like him?”

The question caught you off guard. “I—yeah, of course. He’s a great detective.”

McAllister gave you a look, one eyebrow raised. “That’s not what I meant, but okay.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

He chuckled. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Anyway, I gotta head out, but it was good seeing you. We should grab a drink sometime, catch up properly.”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “That’d be nice.”

You barely had time to sit back down at your desk before you felt his presence.

“Hey.”

You turned your head, surprised to find Sonny standing beside you. Hands in his pockets, casual slouch, easygoing smile—almost like his usual self.

“Hey,” you greeted, still slightly distracted as you shuffled some case files into a pile.

“So, uh… who was that guy?”

The question was smooth. Too smooth. Like it was just an afterthought. Like he wasn’t already running every possible scenario in his head.

You glanced up at him. “McAllister?”

Sonny hummed, nodding. “Yeah. Didn’t recognize him.”

You shrugged. “He used to be in SVU. We worked together before he transferred out.”

“Ah.” He rocked back on his heels, eyes flickering toward the door where McAllister had left. “Seemed… friendly.”

You let out a small laugh. “I mean, yeah. We were close back then. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.”

Sonny smiled, but there was something in his eyes—something too sharp, too assessing. “Close, huh?”

You hesitated, sensing a shift. “Not like that.”

His smile didn’t waver, but his fingers tapped against the edge of your desk. “You sure?”

Your brow furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just sayin’,” he said, voice still light, still easy. But his eyes… his eyes had darkened, locked onto you like a predator waiting for the right moment. “Guy like that, lookin’ at you the way he was… talkin’ to you all close, smilin’ like he had a claim on you…”

You sighed. “Sonny, come on. It wasn’t like that.”

He tilted his head, watching you carefully. “No?”

“No,” you insisted.

Silence.

Then, slowly—so slowly it sent a shiver down your spine—his entire demeanor changed.

The slouch disappeared. The lighthearted act evaporated. He leaned in, resting both hands on your desk, effectively caging you in.

“That so?”

Your breath hitched.

His voice was different now—lower, quieter, dripping with something dangerous.

“You smiled at him,” he murmured. “Laughed at his jokes.”

“Because we were catching up—”

“You touched his arm.”

“It was nothing—”

“Nothing?” The word was almost mocking. His fingers twitched against the desk, his whole body coiled tight, like he was holding something back. “He asked you out.”

You swallowed. “He said we should grab a drink sometime.”

Sonny hummed, nodding slowly. “And you said yes.”

“I—”

“Didn’t you?”

His voice was like a vice, squeezing the air from your lungs.

“I—Sonny, I didn’t mean—”

“Didn’t mean what?” he pressed. His knuckles whitened against the desk. “Didn’t mean to let him think he had a chance? Didn’t mean to act like you’re available?”

Your pulse spiked. “I am available, Sonny, I—”

Wrong answer.

His jaw clenched, and for a long, suffocating moment, he just stared at you.

And then, very quietly—very deliberately—he exhaled.

“Sweetheart.” The word dripped with something possessive, something final. He shook his head, a slow, almost pitying gesture. “No, you’re not.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You’re not available,” he repeated, his tone eerily calm. “You’re mine.”

Your breath caught. “Sonny, I—”

“I don’t share,” he murmured. “And I sure as hell don’t let some other guy think he’s got a shot with what’s mine.”

It wasn’t a declaration. It wasn’t a confession.

It was a fact.

“Sonny—”

“You won’t see him again.”

The words hit you like a command. Unrelenting. Absolute.

Your throat tightened. “Sonny, you can’t just—”

His hand moved—slow, deliberate—trailing up your arm before his fingers curled around your wrist. Not tight. Not painful. But firm. Claiming.

“You won’t see him again.”

Your heart pounded against your ribs.

You knew—God, you knew—this was a fight you wouldn’t win.

Because Sonny Carisi didn’t lose.

And that look in his eyes? That slow, satisfied curve of his lips?

He already knew it.

“…I won’t see him again,” you whispered.

Silence.

Then, a soft, approving hum.

“Good girl.”

A shiver ran down your spine.

Sonny squeezed your wrist once—gentle, almost affectionate—before finally stepping back.

But the weight of his words, the weight of his claim—that didn’t leave you.

It never would.

And the terrifying thing?

You weren’t even sure if you wanted it to.

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perv!toji and his sweet virgin gf yayaya

toji wouldn’t necessarily call himself a cherry chaser but when he laid his eyes on you, he knew he just had to have you. you’re just so much softer and gentle and sweeter than he could ever be, he craved to feel your soft lips on his scarred skin and smell the aroma of your perfumes and scented lotions. 

and you thought it was just so cool, that a big guy like toji would wanna be with somebody like you. you should’ve at least expected it sooner, that he would want something from you. you can’t help yourself! you’re just too nervous, too shy to give yourself to a man, even if he was the most handsome and sexiest guy you’d ever met. he’s awfully touchy and lovey and part of you just feels bad. you’re too unsure of dressing in front of him, too diffident to keep a kiss going, but you really wanted to make sure he felt good.

but toji loves you, so he sticks around. tells you about all the other ways you could make him feel so good.

he lays you down comfortably on his bed as he unbuckles his belt.

“mmm, i don’t know, toji. never done this before.”

giving you a reassuring grin and nod while retrieving your hand in his bigger palm, “don’t gotta do anything, baby. don’t know why you’re so worried, i’ll handle everything. jus’ sit there all pretty for me.” he snaps his boxers off just below the pudge of his cock, and god he’s big. he takes your hesitant hand and manipulates it around. you whine gently when your fingertips squish up against a vein, he swears under his breath as he wraps his hand around your pliable one. slowly at first, he starts to stroke himself with your palm. he’s raging hard and he can tell if he doesn’t concentrate on not coming immediately on your inexperienced hand, he’ll shoot. and he can’t let this opportunity go to waste so quickly. 

“you’re so hard…” you’re practically hypnotized, the way big drops of pre pumps out of his leaky cockhead and coats his foreskin and length in a shiny layer makes your mouth water. “god, i’m always this way around you, doll. make me feel like–like a teenager again.” his breath hitches when he feels you trying to go faster, allowing it.

“mhm, that’s good.” he grips your hand tighter and bucks impatiently into your palm, your hand now slippery and gooey with his sticky pre. “thinking about that tight cunt you’re too shy about. you wondering what i’d feel like inside you? inside that tight, virgin pussy?”

“toji, stop it.” you pout at his words, they are working considering how tight you have your thighs clamped. you always wonder about it. especially now, seeing his thick cock just weeping in front of you. how he’d prep you up and talk about how he’s been waiting for this day, pushing his chubby tip through the tight ring of your heat. you can’t take your eyes away from how fucking big he is. your fingers start to cramp when he races them against himself, coming incredibly hard into the air onto your wrist. big, heavy load just sitting on your knuckles and his rough jeans. next time he won’t let that go to waste!

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I may have gotten a little carried away with these Elvis Valentines, but we all know our boy loved a sense of humor 🤭❤️😏