#bella carisi

[theonethinginlife]

As far as we know, the chances that Gina Carisi is a mother are low right? A part of me wants to believe she has one kid. Given how she's been engaged like 10 times. But who knows. Just wanna finally meet her!

My headcanon is that Gina is the one Carisi sibling who isn't married and who doesn't have any kids, just because I feel like she's the one who rebelled against her parents that way. For some reason, Sonny & Bella seem like the more "typical" Catholics who want to settle down and have some kids.

I'd love to meet her, as well as a lot of Sonny's family--but especially to see how they interact with Amanda, because Amanda never got to have that in her life before. Her growth is reflected in how much family she has now!

[thesleepyproducer]

The Carisi family we all need!

[wildflowerswildhorses]

SVU not giving us the name of Bella’s daughter is the bane of my existence 

[rafaslittleboy]

a hand to hold mine

pairing: sonny carisi/little sister!reader

description: sonny’s baby sister is a victim of a hostage situation. things come to light, and sonny considers what you are to him.

rating: dead dove don’t eat, dark fic, taboo fic. incest relationship between older brother and (legal) little sister. reader is taken hostage and sonny makes everything all better. hospital sex. bio brother/sister porn. fingering, clit rubbing, orgasms, loss of virginity, unprotected p-in-v sex, some dirty incest talk. (if I missed any out, let me know!)

if you’re sensitive, don’t read!

dc: @flowercrowns-goodvibes bc she wanted it sooooooo badly

When Carisi got the call that a girl, between the age of eighteen and twenty-two, had been caught in a hostage situation, Amanda had told him to come down immediately.

As an ADA, he barely got to go to hostage situations. But the perpetrator? He asked for Carisi specifically.

Someone he had crossed back in his detective days, by the looks of it.

As soon as Dominick arrived, he was given a bullet proof vest and Amanda filled him in on the situation.

Man, in his late thirties, has a record for pedophillia and murder, was let out on good behaviour only two weeks prior. His name was David Ortez—and Sonny was the undercover cop that built a case against him and put him away.

“it’s your sister, Sonny.” Amanda told him, sympathy in her tone.

“My… my sista’?”

What one? Was the question. He had four sisters, Bella, Theresa, Gina—and the baby sister, you. Just started college, your whole life ahead of you.

Amanda said your name and suddenly Carisi felt light headed. Bile rising in his throat.

“How long has she been in there?” He said, and he could barely hear himself.

“Almost an hour, listen… he’s done a number on her. He phoned nine-one-one every time he hurt her.”

Sonny clenched his fist. David Ortez was a disgusting man. When Sonny was undercover, that man told him in detail about the things he watched, things he done to his kids, his nieces and nephews. Things that made him sick then and made him sick now. And now he had you, his little sister, of all people.

“He’s phoning again.” Olivia raised her finger for everyone in the trailer to stop talking. She answered the phone.

“David?”

“Miss. Benson… it’s been a long time since we last spoke. How’ve you been? How’s Noah?”

David smiled into his phone. He watched through a blind spot in the window, watched how the building he was in was barricaded by armed police. Kept his eyes on the white trailer dead centre of the road.

“What do you want, David?” She spoke.

“I want to speak to Carisi.”

Sonny took the phone from Olivia’s hand despite her orders for him to stay quiet. He wasn’t a detective anymore, she said, you’re an ADA.

“I’m here.”

“Dominick.” The man smiled into the phone. “Got your baby sister here, she was stupid enough to help a poor… injured man.”

The way you became his hostage in the first place was because he had came up to you after your class, faking a stabbing. Spending the last two weeks stalking you, understanding your routine and schedule—and he got you at the right time. As soon as David got you into a room, he pistol whipped you and kicked you in your side to keep you down.

“She’s got a kind heart,” Sonny said, “how ‘bout you just let ‘er go? Huh? This is ‘tween you n’ me.”

“No can do, Dominick. Think I might keep her, actually. Take her abroad, get her pregnant, start a family with her. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

David traced the gun up your temple, smirking down at you.

He had your hands tied behind your back and has you sat against the wall below the window. A strip of duct tape over your mouth.

And David had beat you well. Bruising littering your body, your nose bleeding and a gash in your forehead and eyebrow dripping blood down your face.

“No way in hell.” Carisi growled at the David.

“Am I on speaker phone?”

“Yes.”

“Take me off. Unless you want your squad to learn some real shitty stuff about you.”

Sonny looked around, Olivia, Amanda, Joe and everyone else who was in the trailer was looking at him.

Olivia gave him a nod of permission, and Sonny pressed the button on the phone. It was just Sonny and David now.

“Good. Don’t think I don’t remember what you told me. What I made you do.”

To gain David’s trust while Sonny was undercover, he had to befriend David. And David was paranoid, it took months for David to trust him.

“One thing,” David said.

“Anythin’” Sonny replied.

“Prove what you did to her. Your little sister? You told me you raped her since she was four. Looked through your wallet and you have a photo of her.”

“What about her?”

“Want you to jerk over her. Now.” And David passed Sonny the picture of you as a little girl. Sonny kept it in his wallet for a reason to keep going, to keep doing what he was doing.

Sonny held the picture between his fingers and he looked down at the picture of you. He swallowed, hard and looked at David and nervously smiled, “C’mon… I’m past that now.”

“I’m not giving you a choice.”

The picture was placed back in his wallet ten minutes later, stained with his milky cum.

Sonny hears you yelp, and he can’t imagine what David is doing to you. “Don’t touch her.”

“Why? Give me a reason not to rape her right now, Dominick.”

“She… she—I ain’t ever… done what I said I did. To her. I was undercover, had to learn more about ya.”

“Obviously. This little girl adores you; fairly obvious you didn’t do a thing you said you did.” And he tugs on your hair.

“You put me away, Dominick. Worked your way into my head and put me back in prison. Do you know what they did to me in there? Do you?!”

David yelled down the phone.

“David… I’m sorry, if it were up’ta me, it would’ve never of happened.”

“But that’s the thing, Dominick. You had a choice. And now, so do I. Life is all about making the right choices.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as the barrel of the gun stared back at you. Your breathing got worse.

“Theres two ways this can go. Put me back on speaker phone.”

Sonny done as he was told. Immediately.

“Option one: I shoot the little girl and then myself. You never get to see her again. You never get closure.”

David pauses. Sonny’s palms are sweaty. His heart beating out of his chest.

“Option two: You get me a car, you get me a million dollars and I take your little sister anywhere I want. And I promise you. I’ll keep her alive.”

Both options take you away from your brother. Away from your family, friends—the life you built.

“I’ll give you ten minutes to decide. And if you don’t? Well…” David took the safety off the pistol. “I’ll decide for you. Times ticking, Dominick Carisi.”

Then the line went dead.

Sonny threw the phone on the desk and wiped a hand down his face.

“I’ll get a car,” Olivia told him. “We have two Snipers are already aimed at the door, Sonny, don’t worry. We’ll get him.”

If only Sonny could believe that. He’s seen how some of these things go. How there’s no happy endings.

“It’s option two; we get a car, lure him out and shoot him dead.”

“Nah, no.” Sonny put a hand on his hips. “Could hurt her. I ain’t gonna hurt my lil’ sister.”

“Sonny, hurting her is the least of our problems. We want her alive, and we want her out. Now. This way, we get her out and she’ll be alive and she’ll be safe.”

Sonny bit his lip. Amanda was right. This was the only option they had to take. The only option Sonny could agree to.

“Call him back. We have a car on the way.” Olivia told him.

And sonny picked up the phone and dialled David back. David picked up within the first ring.

“Dominick. Your choice?”

“Two. I have a car on the way, we have your money. I know you, David, you… you stick to your word. I know you’ll take care’a my sister.”

“Good choice, Carisi. Knew you’d come to your senses. Hey, I’ll send you a postcard when she births my children. Don’t get too jealous.”

David watches as a black Jeep pulls up outside the barricade and how the police move around it, to give him space. “My money in that car, Carisi?”

There was no money. The objective out of this situation was to shoot David point blank.

“Yes,” Sonny replied. “It’s all in there. In a bag. Untraceable. The car’s untraceable, too.”

“Wow,” David smiled, “Really doing everything to protect your sister, eh? Do you remember when I made you look at a picture of her, made you jerk your cock over her?”

The phone was on speaker. Everyone could hear what David was saying.

“No.” Sonny swallowed. “I don’t.”

He does. It crosses his mind frequently.

“I do. I don’t blame you.” David lowers the phone to you, “Hey, sweetheart. You wanna say goodbye to your big brother?”

“S—sonny—“ you sob. And it’s the first time he’s heard your voice in months. He regrets leaving your text messages on delivered or read, he regrets not reaching out to you, calling you.

“Hey, doll,” he panics, he brings the phone to his ear. “You’re gonna be okay, doll, my little angel.”

“Of course she is, she’s gonna be my wife.”

David grabs your arm and pulls you up. “Bye, Carisi.” And he hangs up.

David brushes off your shoulder and smiled wickedly at you. “It’s just you and me now, little one. Your brother gave us his blessing.”

You start crying again. Closing your eyes just so you don’t have to look at this horrible man. In your little mind, he’s won. He’s going to take you god knows where and you’ll never get to see anyone you love again. You’ll never get to see your mom, your dad, your older sisters—your big brother.

He’s always been a busy man. Recently, after he came an ADA, he hadn’t had any time for you. It hurt you, but you were a big girl—you could understand that sometimes his job had to come first.

David ripped the duct tape from your mouth and tapped your bruised and cut cheek.

“Oh, don’t cry, baby.” David cooed, “it’ll all be fine soon enough. come on, start walking.”

David shoved you forward and put the gun at your spine. It was enough for you to do as you’re told. You walked, but you couldn’t feel yourself walk. It was as if you were floating.

David opened the door and the sun blinded you, your eyes flinched at the bright light.

Inside the trailer, Amanda was staring at the computer screen. “We have eyes.” Amanda yelled and Sonny didn’t waste any time and pushed past Olivia to leave the trailer.

He saw you, oh god, he saw you. You were there, alive. Breathing. His beautiful little sister.

“I want a clear pathway!” David yelled, “or the kid dies!”

Sonny was so close. He felt sick.

Sonny thought about how you grew up with him as your role model. He was in his late twenties when you were born, and his ma’ and dad were too busy with work so they handed you off to him. He raised you when they weren’t able to. His life with you flashed through his mind, like it was his last minutes with you. How you grew up to be a pretty little girl. How he isn’t so different from some of these men he puts away.

It’s a thought that he pushes to the back of his mind. A disgusting part of him that only comes out at night.

A part of him that wanted his little sister. And David knew that fact.

David walked down the steps with the gun to your temple. “Your brother is right there, front row seat. You wanna know that he’s real jealous of me right now. He knows that I’m going to fuck you real good, fill you up with my babies. He wants it to be him instead.”

You couldn’t see your brother—wherever he was. You couldn’t see anything. Your eyesight was blurry with tears.

David moves from behind you and walks in front, approaching the jeep.

Not even a second later, a loud gunshot rings out in the air. The bad man slumped to the ground in front of you. Your face splattered with his brains and blood, eyes squeezed shut.

Time went so fast, your ears rang.

Sonny shouted your name as he pushed heavy armed police out of the way and into the barricaded zone, where you were.

You felt arms wrap tightly around you, smooshing you against a broad chest. You recognise the feeling, the safeness of his arms. It was your big brother.

“Sonny,” your voice cracked as he held you tight, he breathed you in. You were here, you were alive, breathing. Hugging him tight to your body.

“S’okay, doll, m’right here.”

His hand cupped the back of your head and started to guide you into the police car just a few feet back. Blood on your face wasn’t a good look, the fear in your eyes made his heart hurt.

His little sister, a little girl he watched grow up, had a gun to her head because he put a rapist—murderer away a few years ago, and he got out early. It was all his fault.

The EMTS came over and tore you from his grasp, telling you that you’re going with them.

“I’m ridin’ with her,” Sonny tells them, “I need’a make sure she’s okay.”

“Okay, Counsellor.” They agreed. “We’ll let the other detectives know.”

———

You had passed out in the ambulance on the way to the hospital and the paramedics had to reassure him that you were okay, that your body probably just had to relax—so it forced itself to sleep.

It didn’t give him the peace of mind they hoped.

You were asleep for around six hours and Sonny didn’t leave your side once. The second you woke up, he sat up and held your hand to his chest.

“Hey—hey,” he weakly smiled, his hand extended and hesitated to touch your hair. “You okay?”

You coughed and looked around the room you were in. “How… did I get here?”

“Ambulance brought ya here, doll, ya passed out just after you sat down.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I just… I was so scared. He… he said he’d shoot me, or he… he’d gut me. He said it all depended on your answers.”

Sonny tears up, and it stings his blue eyes.

“Oh, doll…” Sonny sat forward and kissed your forehead, lingering so you wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes. “M’so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You tried to make him feel better, it wasn’t all the time you got to see him emotional.

“It is,” he says and he kisses your forehead repeatedly, “it is—my stupid work, brought ya into this.” and he holds you close, closing his blue eyes tight.

“i love you, sonny” you hiccup.

It was his emotional and vulnerability caused your own emotions to topple over, and you sobbed. Being in his arms, being with him, grounded you and made you understand that you were alive. You were safe. Your big brother saved you.

“I… “ and he doesn’t think, he just leans his chin forward and captures your lips in a soft, timid kiss.

A way a big brother should never kiss his little sister.

But he does it anyway. His big hand on your cheek keeping you close. Your eyes closed, any negative thought you had in your head disappeared as fast as they were thought.

“Was… “ Sonny swallowed, “was that okay?” he says below a whisper. Your eyes slowly open—your lips tingle with the aftermath of him giving you your first ever kiss.

You nod.

“Can… you kiss me again?”

Sonny didn’t expect you to ask for a kiss. He expected you to… well, do something else. Scream, yell, tell him to get out and that you’ll tell your parents. But no, you wanted him to kiss you again.

Sonny chuckled, then tilted his head to kiss you again. This time, with just a little more pressure than his previous feathery kiss. His hand came to cup the back of your head and press your lips harder into his.

As the kiss deepened and got more hot, he licked on the seam of your lips, opening your mouth to him. Taking advantage of your gasp, (obviously you had no idea that that was how real kissing started).

“what if a nurse comes in?” you say, breaking the kiss briefly. Your lips were swollen, breath uneven. Eyes blown.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, babygirl.”

You felt his hands roam up and down your arm slowly, the arm that wasn’t hooked up to machines, that was. He leaned in to kiss you again, humming into your mouth as his slender hand dipped further and further down your arm and onto your thigh.

Sonny’s fingers touch your pussy tenderly outside of your little pink panties, his thumb twirling the little purple bow. Your soft moans as he kissed you just egged him on.

You broke the kiss briefly when you felt his finger slip into the waistband and slowly pulled your panties to the side, the cool air of the poorly conditioned hospital room hitting your hot pussy.

“‘M gonna touch it now, doll.” He whispered against your lips, and you barely had a second before the pad of his middle finger drifted upwards from your slick hole to your clit and he rubbed in slow, big circles.

“oh…” and your brows furred together.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t touched yourself before, it was that no one had ever touched you before. It felt weird—and the wrongness and guilt of the person who was the first to touch you being your older brother was still deep in your tummy.

“You okay?” Sonny says softly. He knows he’s pushing his luck, kissing you after a traumatic experience and now he’s touching you inappropriately. Testing the waters on just how much you’d take what he’d give you.

You could barely nod, barely speak. “f—fine,”

“Feels good?”

And he puts just a little more pressure on your clit and watched how your knees parted open subconsciously.

“yeah,” you breathe.

He couldn’t miss how your eyes couldn’t stop watching from his hand moving between your legs.

Sonny’s eyes are fixed both on your face, how your face contorts to each repeat pleasure of the circles he drew on your clit. And how your hips roll ever so slightly on his finger.

His finger slipped in—and that’s one thing you hadn’t done to yourself. Your fingers had always been too short to reach anywhere. But Dominick’s fingers were long, and just one of them sliding inside you and crooking just enough to press down on something that made you whine what was meant to be his name.

“oh my god—“ you choke. And it’s too much too soon, the way his fingers leave your pussy and push back in and curl has your breathing quicken.

You don’t think—you turn your head and kiss him. Your mind so clouded with lust that you just knew you had to have his tongue in your mouth.

Making out with him sloppily as he speeds up his fingers inside you. The obscene sound of squelching filled the room and Sonny and yourself’s laboured breaths.

“Feels—“ you try but words fail you, “feels—“

“like ya gonna cum on ya big brothers fingers?” Sonny answers for you. He can feel your walls tighten on his fingers, feel how wet you have his hand and dampening the flimsy hospital sheets beneath you just by a simple finger-fuck.

You bite your lip and clench your fists, the orgasm building and building and building—until it burst, and you were cumming, hard, on your brother’s fingers. Squeezing and clamping down those two fingers that were still moving inside you. You moaned your older brother’s name, reaching down to clasp your weak hand over his wrist, puffing out of a breath.

“T—too much.”

Sonny smiles at you, “Doll, ya pussy just keeps tryna suck my fingers back in ya.” And he curls his fingers again and your knees cross, touching each other and thighs clamping down on his hand.

“Could make ya cum again, if ya want. See how you’d take three fingers.”

God, you didn’t know if you could take three of his fingers. His fingers were so long.

“Or… I could give ya my cock instead. Got me real hard after that little show, doll.”

Your mind was fuzzy.

“Please.”

And he smirked, withdrew his fingers from inside you and lifted his knee so he got onto the bed with you. On his knees above you, and he slowly undone his belt and pulled it through the loops.

All he had to do was pull down his fly and pull his cock out.

It wasn’t the first time you had seen Sonny’s cock, having to share a bathroom and your bedrooms across from one another. You had a fair amount of times of walking in on him changing, or in the showering, or pissing into the toilet bowl—only once while he was stroking his cock in the dark, you didn’t see it, but you saw the motions of his hand twisting around his hidden cock.

But you saw it now, hard and poking out from his fly just for you.

“can i… can i touch it?”

And Sonny glances at you, “Course,” and lifts your wrist so your hand replaces his. He bites back a groan but not even a second later it comes out when he feels your small, warm hand softly squeeze his hard cock.

“Jus’ like that, doll.”

You do it again, then you try and copy his previous hand movements by slowly stroking up and down his cock. Getting yourself used to the weird feeling. It looked like hard stone, but in your hand it felt squishy and stiff.

“Is… i think… your… thing… is crying,” you tell him

“Huh?” Sonny peaks open an eye and looks down. The red tip of his cock has a bead of pre-cum that’s threatening to spill out.

“Oh, doll. That ain’t my cock cryin’, means ya makin’ me feel real good.”

You smile slightly, “I like making you feel good, Donmy.”

Oh, god. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. But the things you done to him just by existing, being innocent, inexperienced. It made him hotter just thinking about how in that hospital room, he had been your first’s.

Sonny needed more. Craved more of you.

He softly wrapped his hand around your own that was still lazily pumping his cock. “M’gonna put it in ya,”

You looked up at him, and then at his cock. Oh, right, he wanted to put it in you. How could you even be surprised? The little videos you watched, the man always put his penis inside the girl. Now it was going to happen to you, a deep pit of nervousness settled in your tummy.

You wondered if you told him right now that you had never had sex, would he shy away? Leave you alone and never speak of it again?

Your rolling negative thoughts were stopped briefly when sonny shifted back and pushed up your hospital gown just over your hips. Your baby sister pussy on display for him. Wet and swollen from the orgasm he so generously gave you.

“That’s a good fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen one,” Sonny licks his bottom lip and dipped his hand down just to touch it again. His cock twitched as he inserted a finger again, so tight just around one finger—he couldn’t wait to feel it around his cock.

He quickly took his finger out and wiped your slick on his cock, along with a glob of his own spit. He knew he didn’t need any more lube, you were wet—so fucking wet for him. He loved, in particularly, your little button clit that was already puffy with arousal.

Your older brother had seen your pussy a few times growing up, when he had washed you, or helped you get changed. He was even there when you first started to experiment with touching yourself. He was only trying to give you your freshly clean clothes, but he stopped by the barely open door and was able to see just enough on how you unskillfully tried to rub your clit with one fingertip before giving up due to over sensitivity. The imagine was burned into his head, but he wasn’t complaining.

The tip of his bare cock bumped against said clit and you moaned, hips intuitively raising. Your pussy craved him—his cock—with the need to be filled.

It happened too quickly, Sonny angled his hips just right and pushed lightly against your hole. The feeling of a bulbous tip pressing against you was so good, hell, he watched as your pussy let out yet another streak of wet arousal.

But the second he started to push his hips forward had your heart in your mouth. “Sonny I… I’ve not—“

“‘know, doll,” is all he said back.

Dominick knew full well that he could get in a lot of trouble for this. Detective turned Assistant District Attorney, he knew quite literally all the laws in New York. This was against quite a lot of them. But it didn’t stop him.

He dipped his head to kiss you, swallowing your sounds.

There was no going back when the tip of his cock disappeared inside your virgin pussy. Popping the cervix open, claiming your virginity for himself. Your big brother’s head snapped up to look at your face when you let out a hissed moan due to the fact that his cock broke your hymen.

“You okay?” He breathed.

“Uh huh,” you moan, “it just… hurts a little.”

Sonny was happy he had got you as wet as you were, he couldn’t handle the thought of hurting you. Not unless you asked for it, that was.

Your pussy was so inviting, clenching so tightly around the thick mushroom head of his cock, trying to suck him in until there was nothing else left of him.

“Can I move, kid? Stuff you full’a me?”

And you nodded, “uh huh,”

Sonny bit at your lips, “Gonna need ya to use ya words, can ya do that? Speak up for ya big brother?”

Your walls throbbed, you needed him to fuck you. You needed him to hold you down and pound his cock inside you until it left you paralysed. Your body craved him, his hands and lips and everything about your brother.

And he pushes forward and you can’t stop the whine that escapes your throat, head tipping back only slightly against the hospital pillow as your pussy walls stretched to accommodate the foreign cock—your legs spread wider and Sonny immediately got comfortable.

“God, doll—fuck—“ and he slides right inside you, until the fabric of his dress pants settled against the back of your naked thighs. His full cock was inside you, stretching your walls until his tip was pressing against your untouched cervix. Any guilt he had previously faded away fast, his whole mind was focused on you. Solely you.

“You’re—all the way up here,” you choke and point to where your cervix would be on your tummy. Sonny roughly pushed up the gown over your exposed breasts, leaving you naked for him.

You heard him growl—growl—and it was the most attractive thing you had ever heard in your life.

“Yeah? M’ all the way up here?” And he pressed down where you pointed, and fuck, he felt himself settled deep inside you. He was able to feel the puckered tight hole of your cervix,

“Sonny—“ you moan, and it was loud. If it wasn’t early hours in the morning, someone would have definitely heard you.

“Beautiful lil’ girl—all mine, ain’t ya?” He growled as he started to thrust his hips. It was far too much for your poor cunt, still so sensitive over the orgasm he gave you before—every thrust of his cock inside you has a little spurt of liquid leaving your baby pussy and onto his cock and pants.

“All. Fuckin’. Mine.” He repeats as he feels your wet pussy dampen the crotch of his pants. Your mouth falls open, the arm that isn’t hooked up with wires reaches out to touch Sonny’s bicep to ground yourself.

“So—Sonny—you’re—my—“ and you’re already rendered dumb. Eyes barely able to stay open, unable to make a coherent sentence.

“Yeah, I’m ya big brother, ain’t I? Big brother makin’ ya pussy feel so good, huh?”

The hospital bed shook with the power of his thrusts, the sound of your wet pussy taking his cock over and over again filled the room. You had never imagined sex felt like this, always imagining it as an In-And-Out session.

His hand gripped your chin, “Answer me, doll.”

“Uh huh—yeah—you—you make my p—pussy feel really really good—“ you broke off into a moan as he gives you a thrust that’s hard, punching at your cervix and his balls right up against you.

And you nod, “so—so scared, tho—thought I’d—I’d never see you again.”

Sonny tips his head so his forehead, resting it against yours, his breath fanning across your lips with his efforts in fucking you. “Never gonna let that happen,” and he links your fingers together. “Gonna keep ya safe, keep ya just f’me—keep ya in my apartment, come home to ya everyday n’ fuck you deep every night.”

You moan at his words, “y-you’d do t-that?“

“My lil’ sister, love ya so fuckin’ much, my whole world.” He cuts himself off as he kisses you deeply, and you open your mouth to him and let him explore and get acquainted with your taste and the map of your mouth. “Gonna fill ya up with my cum, doll, hope it fuckin’ takes.”

Your breath hitches at the thought. Belly swelling with his baby—your big brother’s baby.

“Yeah? You like the thought a’ that? Dirty lil’ girl,” he smiles and then one of his hands came between you to rub, rub and rub on your clit and your back arched. “Need ya to squeeze my cock when ya cum, cum real hard f’me,”

“I—i—“ and he kisses you yet again, then you cum. Walls clamping down incredibly hard on his cock and liquid spurting from your pussy. Your orgasm was to powerful that it almost pushed his cock out from your hole, but Sonny pushed back in and fucked you hard through your orgasm.

“Fuck yeah, angel, squirt on my fuckin’ cock—gonna make me fuckin’ cum—“

And he fucked you rough, his cock pounding into you and the sounds you let out were downright pornagraphic.

Sonny squeezes you tight as he feels his orgasm reach its peak and he groans deep, head tipping onto your chest as he fucks his cum deep, deep inside you. Holding both of your hips down onto the bed and fucking you through the remainints of your orgasm and through his own.

You felt him slump down on-top of you, his heavy weight holding you down. You feel… like you’re in bliss, satisfied. Your thighs trembled slightly with pleasure that coursed through your whole body.

That is, until his stomach pressed down on the place you were kicked this morning.

“Ow..” you whine and Sonny quickly sits up, looking concerned.

“Did I hurt ya, doll?” and his hand lightly touches the red blotch of a bruise on your side.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, still breathless. Sonny checks you over anyway, his cock softening inside you as he does it.

Sonny pulls down your gown (after a subtle-not-so-subtle fondle of your breast) and smooths it over. Pulling his cock out of you at the same time, and you hissed at the new feeling of feeling empty.

Sonny wished he could see his cum drip out of you, but that could wait until next time. You needed to recover.

The crotch of his pants was wet with your orgasm, but he didn’t mind.

Sonny grabbed the blanket and pulled it over you, making sure to tuck you in and then settled beside you. “Gonna have ya stay with me for a lil’ while,” he says as he nuzzles into your side, his arm wrapped around you. “Afta’ today? I was… scared for ya.”

“Sonny…” you close your eyes. You hate what happened earlier.

“No, listen to me. Had a gun on me… was about’a go in there n’ shoot him dead before one’a the cops did. He hurt you.. my lil girl, harmed ya pretty face.” And he lifts his head and hand to stroke the few cuts on your cheek. “For peace of mind… I need ya to stay with me. Just for a while. Need’a know it’ll neva’ happen again.”

He held you close.

“what about… us?” You asked him. You just had sex with your brother, your older brother. And you really enjoyed it.

“What do ya want f’r us?” Sonny lifts his head to look you in the eyes.

“I dunno,” you trail off. “I… well, maybe we could… “

“Angel..” he smiles and cocks his head, “ya want me to be ya boyfriend?”

You bit back a smile. “you are my brother…”

“I know that, kiddo.” And he cranes his neck to press his lips to you. “we’ll figure it out, doll.”

[mrsbsmooth]

So I saw that @cycat-carisi did a short fic where we got the return of Ozzy the way the girlies deserved. And I know, I know, Lewie stayed single. But I kiiiindaaa wanted to do one for him anyway because I missed him so here you go: a random quick fuckabout of what Lewie should've done.

EVERY MINUTE

Lewie/MC - 1000+ words - Teen and Up

(Or read on Ao3)

Lewie breathed a sigh of relief as Bella walked in. 

Single. 

A quick speech, something about not feeling a spark, and Bella was at his side again, squeezing him gently around the middle as they took their seats next to Grace, Ozzy, Amelia, Marshall, Roberto and Flo. 

“Thanks for sticking,” he whispered.

“Not gonna watch my best mate in here go home,” she whispered back. “Especially–”

Her cheeks twitched in a smirk, and she rolled her lips together, silencing herself.

Especially what?

But he couldn’t get Bella’s attention. She glanced over at Flo and Ivy, furrowing her brow as she quickly went to greet them.

It was weird. Based on the ceremony so far, he was surprised that Amelia and Roberto hadn’t gone last. Ozzy having an identical twin, and Amelia bringing him back to the villa? Surely that was a bigger bombshell than Elliot bringing Ivy back. Even the Hamish explosion was bigger news than Elliot and Ivy. 

Ever since Siobhan had gone home, Elliot was single. He was free to crack on as much as he wanted, and he definitely hadn’t wasted that opportunity. Siobhan’s side of the bed hadn’t even been cold before he’d invited Ivy into it. 

Lewie’s heart sank as he thought about it, but he seemed to be the only one. Each of the girls had beamed when they walked in, looking thrilled and happy to be returning to their original guy, or hand in hand with someone new. It was a lovely atmosphere, actually, especially Elliot and Ivy, who seemed from the very first day to have just clicked. Kind of like how Lewie had with Siobhan. Everyone was looking for a connection in here, and Elliot seemed to have found it with Ivy.

Good for him, I guess.

Maya, the host, instructed Elliot to stand, and he did so, helping Ivy to her feet with care.

“Elliot, you decided to twist. Why is that?”

Elliot smiled warmly at her. “Ivy is an absolute worldie, of course. She checks a lot of my boxes, and luckily, she tells me I check quite a few of hers. I’m so glad I had the opportunity to meet her.”

He turned back to Maya, who smiled and nodded. Her eyes flickered to Lewie, before asking Elliot yet another question.

“And you don’t miss Siobhan?”

Elliot’s face fell, and he also glanced at Lewie, frowning as he responded.

“Of course I miss her, she was a real presence in the villa. I think everyone will miss her. I do… regret… that I might’ve gotten in the way of Lewie spending one last day with her, though. It seemed like they had something really special. And in hindsight, yeah… I feel bad that I got in the way of that.”

Lewie shot him a sad smile, nodding his acknowledgement of the half-apology.

“Lewie, how do you feel about that?” Maya asked. 

He shrugged. “I can’t really blame him for shooting his shot. Siobhan was… something else.”

“Do you regret not following her out?”

He breathed a heavy sigh. 

That question had plagued him for days. From about five minutes after she’d left the villa, he’d been wrestling with it. He would’ve left Bella at risk. He didn’t even know if that was what Siobhan would’ve wanted. It was a lot of pressure to put on a new relationship, and they never could’ve guaranteed it would work out. 

But he knew his answer. 

“Every minute of every fucking day.”

Bella’s eyes widened at hearing him swear, and the other girls giggled, glancing between themselves. He furrowed his brow at them, a little annoyed at the fact they seemed to find it funny. 

“Do you think she knows that?” Maya asked. 

“I hope so,” he responded. “I’m hoping she won’t be upset that I didn’t.”

“Well, why don’t you just ask her?”

The door of the villa swung open, and Lewie’s stomach flipped.

No way.

He was on his feet before he even saw her, his heart racing as he tried to get a better look. It couldn’t be, it had to be a prank. There was no way.

But suddenly, there she was. In a skin-tight black dress, her long hair loose around her shoulders. 

She was there. 

She was back. 

And suddenly, he was moving.

He vaguely recalled pushing Elliot out of his way, tripping over himself as he damn near vaulted the firepit. He was across the lawn before he could think, up the stairs before he took a breath, his arms around her, his lips on hers, falling back through the doorway before he could even figure out if she’d brought someone with her or not. 

She whimpered as she threw her arms around his neck, grasping handfuls of his hair as she pulled him closer. He did the same; one hand in her hair, one on her lower back, holding her against him. It still wasn’t close enough. Tongues, lips, desperate hands, grabbing and pulling at each other as he pushed her up against the wall. He was struggling to hold back, and he could feel she was too, pulling him against her with a chorus of tiny, frantic moans.

He could vaguely hear raucous laughter from the firepit outside, but he didn’t care; they could make fun of him as much as they liked. He knew what he wanted, and it was right here in his arms– where she fucking belonged.

He broke apart from her for only a moment, taking a deep breath.

“If you leave again, I’m going with you,” he gasped. “I need you to know that.”

“I know, babe, I know,” she said, her breath heavy. “And I’m not going anywhere without you either. I promise.”

He brought his lips back to hers, kissing her deeply, and he could feel her smiling into the kiss. He couldn’t help but smile back, stroking his thumb over her cheek, as he felt his body start to relax once more. He’d realised while she was away that his body was wound tighter when he was away from her. He slept rough, he felt worse, and the days didn’t seem as bright.

As he kissed her over and over, he ran his hands over the patches of her bare skin that always drove him wild.

He loved everything about her.

He loved how he felt with her.

He–

He paused for a second, smiling into the kiss once more.

Maybe he’d save that one for later. 

[tropes-and-tales-archives]

Whistle Down the Wind, Chapter Nine

Word Count: 2411

TW:  Idiots in love, angst, major injury (talk of recovery), lots of feelings, I guess?, the barest mention of sexy times but nothing explicit.

AN:  Part of a series.  The series masterlist here.

It was awkward at first.  You moved into Sonny’s tiny guest room.  He tried to convince you to take his bed, but you refused:  he was too tall for both the twin in the guest room and his couch, and you weren’t going to be comfortable anywhere anyway.  He gave you every pillow he had to help prop up your broken leg and broken arm, fussing over you each night and clucking like a mother duck.  It would have made you smile if you weren’t in so much pain.

Your doctors had sent you home with a generous amount of pain pills, but you reacted badly to them and rarely took them.  You took ibuprofen and just weathered the pain.  You only took the stronger stuff after your therapy appointments.

Sonny took you to most of your appointments.  He took time off and long lunches when he had to work.  When he couldn’t make it, he had a roster of people to fill in:  Bella and Tommy, his parents, your bandmates.  He had a phone tree of people ready and willing to help you. 

One time, Sonny’s partner Amanda Rollins drove you to your therapy appointment.  Sonny was stuck in court, so the petite blonde picked you up.  She was gorgeous, and you felt like a complete slug sitting beside her in her car.  You also felt a thin filament of jealousy coursing through you; you knew that Sonny spent a lot of hours with her, so the two of them being close was inevitable.

She was a complete charmer though.  “Carisi talks about you all the time,” she said as she navigated the afternoon traffic to the rehab facility.

“I suppose having most of my bones broken and taking up his guest room would qualify as a fun topic of conversation,” you joked lamely, but the woman shook her head at this.

“No, he’s always talked about you, even before the accident.”  She muttered a curse at the traffic in front of her and took a cross-street to avoid it.  “I should thank you, actually.  Carisi’s always playing new music that you recommend to him.  My musical horizons have definitely expanded because of you.”

You smiled, and Amanda continued. 

“You made him a playlist once after a tough case.  He played it in the precinct late that night when we were wrapping up the paperwork.  It was really great.  Actually made me feel better when I didn’t think anything would.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment.  Then Amanda cleared her throat. 

“You know, Carisi is sort of the optimist of the squad.  The work we do…it can really make you bitter.  But Carisi can always find a bright spot.  But I think that you’re the one that helps keep him, well, sunny.”

She turned and glanced at you, and you looked back at her.  “That’s not true,” you replied.

“It is, I think,” she said.  “I know that when the two of you were…arguing, he wasn’t himself.”

You made a thoughtful hmm, but didn’t reply.

********

Sonny was happy.  It was tempered, of course, with the sorrow of seeing you in pain, but Sonny loved having you in his apartment.  He loved rushing home at night to make you dinner; he loved driving you to your appointments and picking up your mail and refilling your prescriptions.  He loved tucking you in at night, even if it was torture sleeping in a separate room from you. 

He even loved the elaborate process of wrapping your casts in plastic bags before you took your awkward baths.  You were oddly modest, and once your plaster was protected, you would cross your arms (awkwardly) and wait until he was out of the bathroom and the door was solidly shut.  Then he spent the next hour listening to your mutters and curses as you tried to wash your hair one-handed.

He did hate seeing you in pain.  He knew that you reacted badly to the pain meds, and you had refused to take them once you got released from the hospital.  With nothing standing between you and the pain, you were only a shadow of your usual self.  You slept poorly throughout the day, and your nights were sleepless as a result. 

You had lost a lot of weight in the hospital, and despite Sonny’s attempts to tempt you with homemade pasta and sauces and desserts, you stayed thinner than you usually were.  As a result of your lost weight, you were always cold:  he wrapped you in his sweatshirts and blankets, and in the evenings, he’d pull you in against him and cuddle with you on the couch, hoping to share some of his body heat with you.

He was always careful with you.  You were still healing, after all, and you had broken ribs on top of everything, so Sonny always made sure to snake a cautious arm around your shoulders, letting you settle against him until you were comfortable. 

He was just happy to have you with him.  Now that he had you, he wasn’t going to let you go.

********

It took about a month after you were discharged from the hospital for your ribs and arm to heal.  Your leg needed a little more time, but you graduated to a walking cast and were able to do more for yourself.

The driver who hit you was arrested, but more importantly, his insurance settled with you.  You got a tidy sum, and it was enough to replace your cello – and then some. 

The first weekend after you had the cast on your arm removed, Sonny drove you to a tiny storefront in Brooklyn.  You spent several hours trying out various cellos (as well as your freshly healed arm).  Armed with your settlement money, you finally selected a benchmade instrument made by Antonio Stradivari in 1712.  It was made of Russian spruce with ebony fittings and fingerboards, and it’s sound was true and gorgeously mellow.  It was love at first sound.

You played a variation on “Für Elise,” one of the first pieces you had learned to play as a kid.  When you looked up, you saw Sonny leaning against the wall, gazing at you with a soft smile on his face.  You couldn’t help but smile back.

The smile didn’t last, though.

As you healed, you had a lot of time to think.  You thought about your parents and their history and your own childhood.  You thought about how you had latched onto Bella and Sonny and their family as soon as you got to college.  You thought about your life after college and what may lay ahead for you.

You also thought about Sonny.  A lot.  It was hard not to.  He literally tucked you in at night after he stuffed you full of homemade food.  He made every moment of your recovery as easy as humanly possible.  You saw the way he watched you, and you knew what was coming next.

A few weeks after you bought your cello, you had your leg cast removed.  Your physical therapy wound down as well, leaving you with at-home exercises that you did diligently to regain your lost strength.  There was no reason to stay with Sonny any more – you could handle your own walk-up apartment, and you could navigate your way to any appointments that you had left. 

You didn’t know if you would end up broaching the topic or if Sonny would.  The evening after you had your leg cast removed, Sonny removed any doubt.  You knew he was gearing up to ask you.

He outdid himself with dinner:  his mom’s chicken parmesan, homemade pasta, and homemade tiramisu for dessert.  He opened a bottle of wine and lit candles for the table.  You felt sick to your stomach through the entire meal, and when Sonny led you to the couch to talk, you almost threw up altogether.

He sat on the couch, one of his long legs tucked underneath him, and you perched on the edge beside him.  He reached out and took one of your hands in his, and you glanced over at him long enough to see him smiling at you, his blue eyes bright.

“So,” he started, but you couldn’t let him continue.

“Stop,” you interrupted him.  You had to take a deep breath to try and collect yourself, and you felt his hand grasping yours firmly as he waited.  “Sonny, I need to tell you something, but I worry that you’ll stop listening once I get the first part out.”

He reached out with his other hand and tilted your head so that you were facing him.  His smiling face was replaced by one of concern, and you felt yourself tearing up.  You didn’t want to hurt him, but it felt inevitable, like a freight train bearing down on you.

“Sonny,” you said, your voice shaky with emotion.  “I know what you’re going to ask me, but I can’t.  I’m….I’m still going to move to L.A.”

He dropped his hand from the side of your face, and he dropped his hold on your hand.  You looked up and saw the pain written across his face and hated that you were the cause of it.

“I can’t ever repay you for everything you’ve done for me,” you continued.  One tear, and then another, rolled down your face.  You didn’t bother wiping them away. 

“You don’t have to repay me,” he protested.  “I did it because I love you.”

You nodded.  “I know.  And I love you too, Sonny.  More than you know.”

He gave a bitter laugh.  “Sure.”

“I do.  I loved you from the moment I met you, and I’ve loved you more every day since then.”

“But I was too late,” he replied.  “It took me too long…”

“No,” you shook your head vehemently at him.  “Sonny, I’ve done nothing but think the past two months.”  You reached out and took his hand in both of yours.  “I grew up in a miserable home.  My mother was bright and had a future ahead of her, but she settled into marrying my dad right out of high school.  She grew to resent him, he resented her resentment.  They made each other miserable and then had me, and then there were three miserable people living in that house.  You’ve met them, Sonny.  You’ve seen what a lifetime of resentment can turn you into.”  You took a deep breath and continued.

“I need to take time for myself to see what I can do with my talent.  If I go to L.A., even for a year, I can either make it or not.  If I do, then that’s great.  If I don’t, then I’ll never have to wonder ‘what if.’  I’ll never have this bitter resentment taking over my life when I’m older.”

Sonny didn’t answer, so you looked up at him and saw the tears in his own eyes.  You couldn’t help but reach out and cup his face with your hand.

“Stretch, I don’t ever want to resent you,” you said softly.  “And I don’t want you to ever feel obligated to me.  You bounce from relationship to relationship, and I don’t want you to settle on me because I needed to be taken care of for a few months.”  You gave him a weak smile.  “You like to mother people, Sonny.  You like to feel needed.”

He nodded and leaned into your touch, shutting his eyes.  You were both silent – the only sound was the traffic outside of his window and the occasional murmur of other tenants in the hallway.  “When are you leaving?” he finally whispered.

“In a week,” you replied.  “I have a place sublet out there, and I have someone lined up to sublet my apartment here.  I have meetings lined up for some projects out there already too.”

He nodded again, his eyes squeezed shut.  A tear crept out from under his eyelid, and you reached up and wiped it away gently.  “I was too late,” he whispered, his voice choked with tears.

“Oh, Sonny.”  You leaned in and wrapped your arms around his neck, and he turned and pressed his face into the crook of your neck.  “This isn’t goodbye.  I just want a year out there to see what I can do on my own.”

You held him while he cried against you, and you cried too.  You felt sick to leave him, and you felt awful to be hurting him, but you felt in the pit of your gut that this was the right thing to do.  You didn’t want to turn into your mother:  divorced, estranged from her only child, and bitter about what she could have been.  And if you and Sonny were truly meant to be, then you’d find your way back to each other.

“Stay with me until you leave?” he asked, his breath hot against the bare skin of your neck, and you murmured your assent.  He lifted his head to look at you, and you felt that sick feeling again.  You could get lost in his eyes.  It’d be so easy to change your mind and stay with him.

He closed the gap between you in a flash, capturing your mouth with his.  You froze a second in surprise but then leaned into the kiss, relishing the feel of his soft lips against yours.  It was better than you had ever imagined, in all the years you had pictured kissing him.

He kissed you until you were both breathless, and then he carried you into his room, lying you down and stretching out alongside you gently, mindful of your recent trauma. 

With a few exceptions – him going to work, you tying up loose ends – you spent the rest of your week with him, in his bed and in his arms.  After one particularly vigorous evening together that left you both panting and exhausted, you curled up against his bare chest with a heavy sigh.

“You’re just trying to convince me to stay,” you accused him, half-playfully but half serious.  It would be so easy to just stay with him.

He huffed out a breath in mock offense, but then he reached down and grasped your jaw lightly in his hand until you were gazing up into his blue eyes.

“No,” he murmured, his voice full of feeling.  “I’m trying to remind you of what’ll be waiting for you.”

[iamknicole]

4Ever

SVU Fic

Diedra and Serafina walked Sunny into the room with the bridal party, each holding one of her hands. They had taken her for a walk around the venue after they dressed her to keep her from boredom. Sunny had surprised both of her parents by taking her first steps the week prior so instead of riding in a wagon she would be walking down the aisle alongside Sasha as a flower girl. Monica was finishing Peach's hair while Kat and Bella helped Mia and Kaci with their dresses.

"Mama!" Sunny yelled going over to her. "Up!"

Peach laughed, carefully picking her daughter up. She kissed her face. "Look at my Sunshine. You look so pretty."

Sunny smiled wide showing off her new teeth and touched her hair.

"Yeah, Auntie Monica did your hair? It's pretty too." Peach glanced over at her mother and mother in law. "I know you two are not crying already."

Diedra waved her off. "Our babies are getting married, we earned the right to cry. I just can't believe this day has finally come."

"And such a beautiful bride she is," Serafina gushed wiping her eyes, "All of you ladies look beautiful. My son is so lucky to have you, Peach."

Peach smiled looking down at her daughter. "Your grandma and Nana are tryna make me cry. Tell them no no."

Sunny giggled looking to the older women. "No no no!"

On the other side of the venue, the men were in their own room getting ready for the wedding. Carisi sat off to the side his shirt unbuttoned at the top and tie hanging around his neck watching the men interact and get ready. Quincy and Nick noticed, going to sit with him.

"Big day is finally here. You get to marry my poison in the ass," Quincy joked making him chuckle. "So now she's your pain in the ass. Forever. No refund."

"I don't think she'd let me return her anyway." Carisi laughed.

"You're right to think that," Nick added. "You look like you're thinking hard. You okay?"

"Yeah yeah," he said quickly, rubbing a hand over his hair, "Just thinking about how far we've come. Feels like a dream."

"I can assure you it's not a dream. You and Peach are getting married in," Nick paused to look at his watch, "30 minutes. Get that tie tied and your vest and jacket on."

Nick and Quincy left him to finish getting ready. As he was buttoning his cuffs, he realized he didn't have his cuff links. He dug into his pockets to find nothing, checked his suit jacket to find nothing as well then went to his bag starting to worry. While he didn't need cuff links, he wanted to wear them. They were the ones Peach had gotten him the first birthday they spent together and he always wore them for special occasions. He hoped he just left them at home and hasn't lost them.

"Looking for something, son?" Carisi Sr. asked with an amused smile.

Carisi glanced at his father and father in law momentarily then went back to looking in his bag.

"Yeah, my cuff links. Could've sworn I packed them last night."

Nate chuckled. "They're not in there. Don't bother looking."

"They've gotta be, I know I packed them." He assured them softly still looking.

Nate tapped his shoulder then spun him around. He held out a velour box to Carisi, urging him to take it which he did slowly.

"What's this?" Carisi asked starting at the box

Carisi Sr. Laughed. "Just open it. You act like something is gonna jump out and kill you."

Laughing to himself, Carisi opened the small box sic smiled seeing cuff links. One side had their initials and the other their wedding date engraved.

"Wow. Thank you guys. I still need to find the others but I love these."

Again the men laughed.

"Those are not from us," Nate said. "Babygirl took those other ones out of your bag last night and gave me those to give to you. Stop worrying."

Carisi smiled wide, looking back down at the cuff links. "Oh thank God. Thought I lost them."

The groomsmen and bridesmaids had all joined Carisi and the priest at the altar while their guests looked on. Noah came down the aisle carrying a black velvet pillow with their rings snuggly nestled on it. Olivia and Elliot smiled widely at him. Eli gave a thumbs up to him and Carisi high fived him as he made it to the altar. Sasha and Sunshine came next, Sasha would give the toddler flowers to throw them throw her own doing this all the way down the aisle. When they got near the altar Sunshine finally noticed Carisi, she squealed and ran to him making everyone laugh.

"Dada!" She giggled.

He kissed her cheek and gave her fruit snacks from his pocket. "Good job, Sunny. Good job."

Carisi gave his babygirl to his mother then went back to his spot, making silly faces at her. Once everyone was calm again, Zara came running out.

"Everybody get up!" She yelled standing at the end of the aisle. "The bride is coming! The bride is coming!"

She continued to yell it out as she skipped down the isle. Nick winked at her from his spot with the groomsmen. The large double doors opened revealing Peach and Nate just as music started to play.

Behind her veil tears slowly roll down her face as she walks arm and arm with Nate. Her eyes remain in Carisi, his on her. He mouths that he loves her wiping his own fallen tears. Getting to the altar, Nate relinquished her to Carisi when asked who gives this woman to this man. Carisi waited until she was standing across from him to lift her veil, he took in a big breath coming face to face with the love of his life as did she.

"Mama!"

Sunshine's squealed broke the couples stare and made them laugh. Peach turned to quickly blow a kiss at her daughter then gave her bouquet to Monica.

The ceremony had been a blur for the couple as they were lost in each other's eyes until it was time for their own vows. They both agreed to keep them short for the sake of their daughter having to sit too long. The two of them held hands.

"When I walked into the precinct that night, I had no idea that the new detective I met would be my wife and the mother of my child one day. You brought everything I needed and everything I thought I would never have into my life." Carisi spoke, staring into her eyes letting his tears fall. "BiBi, you mean the everything to me and I plan on spending our life giving you the world. I love you."

"You are my other half that I had been missing my whole life. My better half, really. You never let me win an argument," she paused to chuckle, "But I would rather lose arguments to you than not have you at all. Sonny, you are my dream come true. I could get forever with you and it still would not be enough. I love you more."

The couple went through the traditional vows as well and exchanged rings.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Dominick Carisi Jr." The priest announced as the couple kissed.

Kat and Nick placed the broom in front of them. Carisi linked arms with Peach's and she used her free hand to gather her dress. They counted to three and jumped over the broom together. Their family and guests cheering in response as they walked down the aisle.

[thena0315]

Top 10 Recurring/Guest Characters I want to see again on SVU

Serafina Carisi

Bella Carisi

Teresa Carisi

Mia Morino

Beth Anne Rollins

Jim Rollins

Henry Mesner

Isaiah Holmes

William Dodds

Rita Calhoun

[storiesofsvu]

SVU Lawyers & Tattoos

If Alex has any tattoos, they’re small, discreet, in areas that are easy to hide. I’d see her as someone who has one on her ribs right on the bra line. Specifically some small quote, maybe something legal related that really hit home in college.

Casey’s probably got a couple, again, small/in hidden areas. She definitely got one during her suspension, trying to figure out what the hell she was supposed to be doing with her life. She also definitely got her belly button pierced at 16. (She also technically does have one on her ankle since they didn't cover up Diane's tattoo in s13.)

We all know our hot mess express of a girl Sonya has a regrettable one from a drunken dare or something. Also would totally put her down as getting matching tattoos with a bestie when she was younger. She’s not embarrassed by it, she’ll laugh about it & definitely show you after a few drinks.

Barba debated it when he was younger, but his Mami was quick to smack him upside the head & lecture him over inking his body with something so permanent. In an AU of him not being a lawyer I’d see him with some super stylish & unique sleeve/half sleeve. Similar to Casey over her suspension I can see him branching out after leaving the da's office and getting something as he questions the meaning of life. Bonus points if it's influenced by Rita on a night of scotch because I can definitely see that happening.

Rita is similar to Alex, something small, in a very easily hidden space. I like to think of her having a small flower on her side right by her chest. Something that maybe comes out when it's bikini time in the Hampton's/yacht trip, but that's it. I also lowkey do canon that she has a shark on her inner forearm to remind her that she's a shark of an attorney, and it is fully because of Ms Marvel's swordfish tattoo in the same spot lol.

Stone’s definitely got one or two from his baseball days, definitely one that matches his best buddy on the team. He debated with more and probably would have gotten them if he hadn't made the switch to lawyer, even if the business casual attire would cover them. He definitely does think tattoos on girls are hot as *fuck*

Carisi’s straight up terrified of needles. He would hands down never get a tattoo, definitely fainted when he went with Bella to get her belly button pierced and made a vow then and there it would never happen.

[plaidbooks]

Sonny Carisi HC question I'm desperately curious for your take on:

A P.S. interview from 2018 came across my Twitter feed again randomly. He said "I think there have been some pretty traumatic things that have happened to Carisi over the past couple seasons. I'd like to see how Carisi handles the emotional trauma of the job. Maybe that means he has a vice, maybe a secret. Who knows?" I mean wouldn't we all like to see that, buddy!?! Wouldn't we all!?! Aside from the criminal neglect of Sonny's inner life (or life outside the squad) and the fact that we NEVER get to see how he processes anything - but I digress and that's another post.....

What do you think that "secret" or "vice" would be?

If only we got to see more or that!

But anyways, I think Sonny is a family man through and through. It’s not always going home to his parents—sometimes, he’ll visit Bella and Tommy, or any of his family.

When he needs to be alone, though, I think he reads. I think the urge to leave reality behind for a little bit is enticing. I could also see him listening to an audio book while going out for a run or a workout.

[barisiscourtroom]

watching the first episode of A Gifted Man and there was a random Bella Carisi! =D

[theonethinginlife]

I don't know what they planning but I NEED to absolutely see a Carisi barbeque/lunch/reunion party whatever with all the family and kids so we can see Amanda interaction with the whole family, Bella, Theresa Gina, the other kids that call her aunt Amanda and I especially need to see her with Dominick Senior like yesterday! I need it like air! And also maybe she invites Liv because she's her family 😭 and she get to know the whole Carisi family too

I'd absolutely love to see Amanda interacting with Sonny's family more, because it means so much to her growth to have a healthy dynamic with them. Especially Dom. Sr., because I like to headcanon that they've got a very close relationship that gives Amanda some of the love she never got from her own terrible father.

I'm sure that kind of scene is ridiculously expensive, though, so I'd settle for one or two of them showing up and mentioning the others off screen.

[thesleepyproducer]

Carisi family photo

[wildflowerswildhorses]

So, did Carisi say this just trying to relate to Tensley or does he in fact have more than one niece and we're to assume that Teresa has a daughter besides Mia or does Gina actually have one? Cause this is before Bella's kid was born - so it's definitely not her

[electrictoes]

Do you think we will get the Carisi family back again? (I want to see Dominick senior with Amanda!!!) Like a big lunch/dinner with them all and Amanda and the girls (parents and sisters at least I want to see Bella with Rollins! I loved seeing Mia she was so happy to see her finally with her uncle!), it's all I wanted for this season before the news broke, now I'm not sure we will get one. And I also wanted to see Kim back! It would have been interesting to see if she would wreak havoc again lol or, since she seemed getting better, it would be a better reunion, which I hoped, but who knows if we will get something like this now, uuuugh I'm so angry we could have got so many storylines with Amanda and rollisi. At least we know we would see Billie

Hey anon!

Before the news broke I was hopeful we'd get to see them again (or at least Sonny's mom and finally meet Dom Sr!) but now I'm less confident. Although without Amanda, bringing in some family members would be a good way for Sonny to still get some personal scenes - I'm also hoping they bring Billie / Jesse back at some point for scenes with him even if Amanda is "in the bathroom" or "at work" or something. There isn't a lot of time to fit in a wedding which would be the most likely scenario for seeing the families - as much as I would love a big lunch/dinner scene! I'm holding out hope for a season finale return + wedding but that might be wishful thinking. But you're right - at least we have Billie, and I can't wait to finally see her awake and not as a sleeping bag ❤️

[adarafaelbarba]

Hello so I have had this HC floating in my brain for the last few days that I had to send a message to @cycat4077 at a random hour to share as well.

I went to a ballet class the other night and before my class started, there was a little kids class. Oh my Gosh they were so adorable. They had these little tuts on and their tights urgh. Anyways some werr not following the teachers instructions, others trying so hard to dance, it was a sight. So my thoughts go to Sonny Carisi (as always 😂).

So let's say his niece does Ballet and say Bella isn't able to pick her up, so sends Uncle Sonny along.

Now he sees the lovely ballet teacher trying to dance the steps, interacting with the kids and just melts. Laughs to himself and just generally looking at her in awe. Afterwards, he's just listening to his niece talk about her class, how much she loves her teacher and then he's trying to ask innocent questions about the teacher to Bella you know trying not to be obvious 😂

No but this is so precious!!! I absolutely love this!!! 😍🥰

Bella just knows that he’s crushing on the ballet teacher 😅🥰

Maybe even tries to set them off (mainly but sending Sonny to pick up his niece 😅)