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lovecarisi · 2 months

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Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 1: The Boathouse

You knew you were a goner the moment you locked eyes with him, those brilliant blues staring into yours. You could tell he was an old soul mixed with mischief with the intent to fuck up your life in every possible way. Dominick Carisi. Oh dear lord.

Now you are following his every move, from the way those long, slender fingers are wrapped around his whiskey on ice, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallows, your thoughts racing already thinking about nibbling at his neck. You blush and force yourself to look away as you feel yourself growing wet, that spot deep within you coiling in on itself. No man has ever had this effect on you, and you don’t even know him. You share some mutual friends from law school who had introduced you at this party you both happen to attend. It’s Memorial Day weekend and you’re in the Hamptons with that same group of friends.

You hate the Hamptons and the pretentiousness of it all but suddenly you don’t care, you just want to be near him. And you pray to all the gods he will end up at your friend’s house afterwards. and for once the gods listen because you end up sitting next to him in the car ride back. The way he smiles at you as he climbs in the backseat, a whispered ‘hey’ and you ask yourself why he is whispering but you forget all about it because his lips are only inches from your neck and you take in his scent, woody and earthy, with a touch of mint from the gum he’s subtly chewing. You curse yourself for letting a man affect you this much and you wish you could deny him the attention that he is so obviously attempting to elicit from you because you pride yourself in being better than this, in not letting a man reduce you to a lecherous little mess.

But you can’t help it. He’s oh so charming without trying too hard like other men often do. There was an instant attraction between you two. So you turn your head slightly towards him and you whisper back a coy ‘hey’, and he laughs, such a sexy sound. And of course you immediately wonder what other sexy sounds you might get out of him tonight. Your legs touch, and you are dying for him to put his hand on your thigh. You can tell he wants to, by the way he swallows hard as he stares out the window, his hand covering his mouth trying to hide a smirk as he notices you watching him.

You get to your friend’s house, there’s about twenty of you, the music is turned on, bottles of alcohol are being opened and dispensed, and everyone is getting comfortable.

Dominick’s hand had brushed the small of your back as you walked down the path from the car to the house but you hadn’t seen him since.

The party bores you. A bunch of rich people talking about whatever, like they are the experts on everything just because they have money. Or rather, their families do. You don’t know how you ended up here. You refill your glass of red wine and step off the porch barefoot into the damp grass and start walking towards the water. The music and chatter grow quieter as you make out a silhouette sitting on the little dock. Of course, it’s him. You were hoping you’d find him somewhere out here.

Dominick gets up as he hears you approach, as though he’d been waiting for you and he grabs your hand without saying a word. Your heart is pounding in your throat but you manage a smile; the thrill and excitement of finally being alone with him, and the wine, but mostly the thrill and excitement of finally being alone with him. Your pulse is racing. He more or less drags you to the small nearby boathouse, out of sight of the other partygoers, and presses his forehead against yours.

‘What do you want?’ Dominick asks, his breath hot and heavy on your mouth.

You don’t hesitate. ‘All of you. Everywhere.’

He smiles and takes the glass of wine from your hand, putting it down on the floor. But instead of standing again he stays down there and you feel his hands on your ankles and his lips on the inside of your calf. You know what he’s up to and your brain can’t keep up because he’s already wandered to your knee and switched sides. Holy shit, there he is kissing the inside of your thighs. You quietly beg that he won’t tease you because you need him badly and urgently, and apparently it wasn’t so quiet because he chuckles.

‘Don’t worry, my sweet, I won’t, I need you just as bad.’

He still takes his time, as he pulls off your panties and his head disappears underneath your dress. It’s torture. Pure torture. He gently slips two fingers through your folds. ‘My god, you are so wet.’ he groans and you can hear him lick his fingers. Jesus Christ.

‘I…I’ve been wet all night just looking at you…’ you admit, and he peeks out from under your dress, cheeks flushed, the most magnificent sight. You feel his fingers return to your wetness and moan out his name. ‘Dominick!’

He smiles. ‘More?’ You nod. He pulls off your dress and your bare skin hits the rough wood of the boathouse but you don’t care.

‘You’re so beautiful.’ he whispers and picks you up so your legs are on his shoulders and begins to eat your pussy like it’s his last mission on earth.

Your eyes roll back and you can’t do or say anything except moan his name in defeat. His mouth is on your clit and lips, sucking, tongue circling, while his fingers are pumping in and out of you, drenched in your juices, skillfully massaging the most delicate spot inside you. He has you in a firm, strong grip, whispering how absolutely delicious you taste. You can’t help but grab his head, running your fingers through his already disheveled brown curls, pulling ever so slightly in pleasure. He buries his face even deeper in your pussy, hungrily devouring you and you wish you could capture just how fucking hot this moment is and how special he makes you feel with that expert mouth and fingers of his. You can already feel yourself tensing up, you know he’s gonna make you cum so fast like no man ever has. He can feel it too, as your insides begin to twitch. He can feel you pulling tighter on his hair but he doesn’t care, he loves every second of it. All he could think about since the moment he laid eyes on you earlier that night was making you feel this way. Making you tremble, as you scream his name. He wants you to cum, cum on his face and he can’t wait to fuck you once he’s done. He smiles against your pussy and you bite your lip. You look desperate for his cock.

‘Please Dominick….’ you whimper and the way you say his name makes him harder than ever.

Good God this woman is gonna be the death of me and it’s gonna be the sweetest death, Dominick thinks to himself. He adds another finger to your clenching walls, fucking you faster, curling over that g spot, sucking your swollen clit hard. You cry out, for a second he’s not sure whether he hurt you or it’s your orgasm, but as your thighs begin to quiver and a stream of ‘oh my god’s’ and ‘yes’s’ begin to leave your mouth he knows, and helps you ride out that sweet, sweet orgasm. You die a little death, you have never experienced anything as intense as this, it seems to go on for minutes and just when you think it’s over, his fingers plunge into you again and you shudder once more.

‘Nooo Dominick!’ you beg but you mean yes, of course.

After a few minutes or so, you don’t even know, he’s just smiling and kisses you, tongue slipping into your mouth, and you taste what he’s been tasting. And you must have him inside you now. Now! You eagerly start fumbling with his belt buckle, hands shaking, whining while he pulls off his shirt. God lord he looks good. Lean, strong, begging to be touched and kissed fucking everywhere. He helps you pull down his jeans and his cock springs free, hard as a rock, tip moist with pre-cum. Even though you are spent from your orgasm you want nothing more than for him to fuck you senseless. He gasps as you turn around and raise your hips slightly as an invitation, not that he needs one. He grabs you, slides over your entrance, wetting his cock with both your juices, and pulls you towards him before slamming into you. You both moan, finally feeling each other like this. Dominick is immediately obsessed with the way your pussy feels so tight around him and you love the way he stretches you to your very limit, your insides still so raw from your previous orgasms.

‘You okay?’ he whispers in your ear, his lips brushing your sensitive skin. You nod, reaching back to stroke the back of his neck as he starts pumping in and out of you slowly.

‘You feel…so fucking good inside me…ugh Dominick!’ you moan and he slips an arm around your waist, hand wandering down until his fingers find your clit again.

‘I’m not gonna last long baby, you got me so riled up just eating you out, you drive me absolutely mad.’ he sighs, picking up the pace as you arch your back more showing him you can take it like a good girl.

‘Mmhhmm you’ve already spoiled me so much…please just fuck me.” you whine. “However, the fuck you want. I just want you to cum. You deserve to cum so hard for how amazing you make me feel, Dominick.’ you spur him on.

He moans into your ear and it sounds so animal, so sexy, so manly, so feral. He pinches your clit as he pounds into you harder and faster, and without a warning, you cum again. He doesn’t stop, he ignores your cries, he just fucks you harder, ramming into you over and over relentlessly hitting your gspot and you almost go blind from pleasure. the walls of your pussy clenching around his hard cock as you shake and whimper his name. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other, your combined moans, his dick pumping your soaked pussy, faster and harder with each thrust.

‘I’m so close.’ he moans, placing kisses on your shoulder before biting down softly.

‘Cum for me, Dom. I want you to cum inside me, fill me up. Please, please baby. Fuck me harder. I can take it.’

He cries out, you know he was holding back. You feel him pick up the pace again, burying his cock so deep. His fingers rub your clit just the way you like it, the way you do it when you touch yourself. You feel absolutely raw, exposed and spread open but have never felt more worshiped, taken care of and sexier. You’re not sure which part of you is more on fire. You don’t know if it’s tears or sweat running down your cheeks but you’re sobbing with pleasure. His thrusts become sloppier, even harder, and faster, you know he’s cumming.

‘Fuck!!’ he moans. ‘Fuuuuck’ he shoves his pretty cock into you a few more times before he trembles and you feel his hot seed filling you. Your last orgasm shakes you so hard, even more intensely than the ones before, knowing it’s with him. Your whole body convulses as he holds you tightly, for who knows how many times that night. Time stood still. A lot of ‘Fuck’ and ‘Oh my god’ and some ‘Holy shit’ in between. You never thought some guy’s cum running down your legs would somehow be sexy, but here you are. You curse him because you know it is the first but it certainly won’t be the last time. Dominick pulls out of you slowly and turns you around to kiss you fervently, you wrap your arms around his neck like a drowning person, you wonder what this is gonna lead to.

‘What now?’ he asks and you bite your lip.

‘No idea. But this was too good for a one time thing.’ you reply with a smirk hoping he will agree.

‘Well fuck, no kidding.’ he blushes before kissing you again.

You start to shiver, suddenly aware of the fact that summer’s not here just yet and you’re completely naked in the breeze by the water. He quickly picks up his cardigan and wraps it around you before looking around for the rest of your discarded clothes. Reality sinks in and you kind of hate it. You don’t want to let him go.

‘Hey.’ he notices the look on your face as he hands you your dress, reaching into his jeans as he pulls them up. ‘Can I have your number please?’

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kayyybenson · 1 year

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Outcooked - Sonny Carisi

It was no secret that Sonny was an amazing cook, he would come home from work and immediately go to the kitchen. Sometimes he would even take over when I was in the kitchen, much to my dismay.

"Hey Sonnny, have you seen my recipe cards?" I climbed onto the counter to reach one of the high cabinets, he liked to hide things up there.

"Did you check the breadbox?" he yelled back from the office.

"Why would it be from the breadbox?" I stumbled off the counter, landing right on my ass, I lay on the ground in the starfish position for a couple of minutes, thinking.

"Doll, you okay?" I didn't even hear him walk in.

"Hm?" I turned my head to him, "How long have I been down here?"

"About 20 minutes. How about you go shower while I make dinner?" He sat down next to me and laid my head in his lap, combing his fingers through my hair.

"No, it's my turn to cook, I just need to find my cards."

"Y/N, you can make dessert. Go shower."

"I can't get up."

------ DUN DUN ------

I stepped out of the shower, and smelled something... burning? Sonny burning something is unheard of. Once I was dressed I walked into the kitchen where Sonny was stumbling around, dropping things and mumbling not-so-family-friendly things to himself. "Sonny? What did you do?" He whipped around to me and let out a long heavy sigh.

"You are a psychopath."

"Excuse me?"

"Why do you write your recipes like this!?" He held one of my recipe cards up to my face, I'm guessing he was talking about all the messy scribbles and notes.

"Because that's how I cook darling." I chuckled and smoothed his disheveled hair.

"Well, you cook like a psychopath, this one has two arrows pointing to it."

"No, that one is scratched out." I pointed out the marks on the writing, "My pen ran out of ink."

"Doll, you outbaked me."

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kyrishine · 2 years

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Temptation

part 1

You never intended to fall for Carisi the way you did. At first, it was some playful flirting, a smile that was a bit more seductive than friendly. You liked the reaction that he gave you the way a blush crept up his neck to his face, it was adorable.

Okay, you were a tease. Holding eye contact with him for a second longer than everyone, feigning innocence as his eyes glance at your lips, pretending that your mind wasn't deep in the trenches of all the dirty things that you would want him to do with you.

Or maybe you liked being a little cruel. Catching him in the elevator after everyone left. Your brown eyes meet his slightly darkened blue ones. Stepping closer to him trying not to succumb to the cologne that he wears so well. Slightly standing on the tips of your toes, your lips inches from his and delicately removing a loose eyelash from right above his eyes.

" Make a wish, Dom." Your voice was low, almost a whisper but he caught what you said perfectly. In fact, he caught everything that you did. From walking with a slight emphasis when you could feel his eyes on your backside. Or worse the way you let your curls tumble down your back after a long day of work, the smell of honey and shea butter making him want to take you there, despite the cameras in the squad room.

" You're killing me, Doll." The elevator's door opened before you could respond. Instead, you blow the eyelash from your hands, your full lips forming an 'o' shape in the direction of the older detective.

You wanted him right there in that elevator, but you are not one to give in first, especially to him. See you knew not to be fooled by his charm. Dominick Carisi might be a catholic but he is not a saint. That man was dangerous in the best ways, but so were you and you wanted him to beg.

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merakiaes · 1 year

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Anyone have any requests for Mike Dodds, Joe Velasco, Nick Amaro, Peter Stone? This fandom is so dead and it's making me depressy. I just wanna write something but idk what😭💔

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foryouthem00n · 2 years

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“Always.”

A/N: Sorta short compared to my usual posts, sorry y’all. Inspired by the song Keep Driving by Harry Styles :)

Maple syrup, coffee

Pancakes for two

Hash brown, egg yolk

I will always love you

It was the first day of the trial for Sonny’s first big case as ADA. He had been up most of the night going over all of the evidence and any other important information that he’d need for the trial. You don’t know when he ended up coming to bed, but you woke up early, planning to do something special for him before he left for his big day. You carefully disentangle yourself from Sonny’s grasp, tip toeing out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

You get out pots, pans, bowls, and every ingredient that you can think of from the fridge so that you can make Sonny a big breakfast before he has to leave for the day. Sonny usually just grabs a coffee on his way to work and calls it his breakfast, but today, you knew that he couldn’t go to the courthouse on an empty stomach. You begin frying two eggs in one pan, sunny side up, and hash browns in another pan on the stove. While they’re cooking, you whip up some pancake batter in a bowl. As you start pouring the batter, you hear footsteps in the living room.

“Good morning, doll,” You hear Sonny sleepily mumble before his arms are wrapped around your waist as you stand at the stove. “Something smells good.”

“Morning, Dom,” You greet him, smiling at the feeling of his touch. “Pancakes, hash browns, and eggs just how you like them.”

“You know I love you, right?” Sonny asks, practically drooling at the sight of the food on the stove.

You giggle at him. “I love you too. Coffee isn’t enough when you have such a big case today. Now go sit, I’m almost done.”

Sonny released from his grasp on you and sat down at the kitchen table. He took a sip from the cup of coffee that was already waiting for him at his place setting. He watched as you finished cooking, plating the food and bringing it to the table.

You give Sonny his plate before sitting down at the table with yours. He puts butter and syrup all over his pancakes, and shakes some salt and pepper onto his eggs before digging in. You glance over at him as he eats, chuckling to yourself at how hungry he appears.

“Take a breather there, Counselor.” You joke.

“Why don’t I have you cook breakfast for me every morning?” Sonny asks.

“Because you insist on only coffee.” You remind him.

“After today I might rethink that decision. This is way better than coffee, baby.”

You smile in response to Sonny. “I’m glad you like it. You need all of the strength and energy that you can get for a big day like today.”

“You take such good care of me. I’m so lucky.” Sonny trails off as he goes back to eating his breakfast.

The two of you finish your food and get ready for the day. Sonny showered while you picked out your clothes for work, and then the two of you switched as you went to shower and he went to pick out which suit to wear for court. You both brush your teeth, wash your face, do your hair, etc. Sonny finishes before you, gathering all of his notes and papers for the trial in the meantime. When you come out of your bedroom and into the living room, Sonny is nervously pacing around the room.

You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, holding him close to you. Sonny sighs in relief and you can feel his body relax a bit as you hug him.

“You’re gonna do great, Dom. You’ve already got this.” You tell him as you look up at him.

“Thanks, baby. I’m just nervous.”

“You have no reason to be nervous. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. You know exactly what you’re doing and everything will work out in the end.”

Sonny sighs. “I guess you’re right.”

“And regardless of what happens today, I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get home and we can do whatever you want afterwards.”

“Sounds like a plan, doll.” Sonny softly smiles.

“Just remember that I will always love you, Sonny Carisi, no matter what.”

Sonny tightly wraps his arms around you one last time, kissing your hair before releasing his grip.

“I love you forever, Y/N.”

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doctorwhatwhenandwhere · 2 years

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I want to kiss Dominick Carisi from SVU

…just fyi

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objection-argumentative · 1 year

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Accidental Part 3

I’m sorry it has took me soooo long to update this story

This is my first post in the months

Thankyou for all the love on previous posts, I do still check my notifications

Here you go lovelies!

@emandems10

Emily Gilbertson couldn't believe her best friend, little "Annie", was hitting it off so well with a handsome hot man. Emily watched her best friend laugh, be silly and drink beer while she got to know Sonny. Emily knew how self-conscious Anna was, but she never understood why. Anna was a beautiful young lady with a killer smile, big chocolate eyes and a figure to die for. Emily wasn't interested in her date anymore. She was just so excited to see her friend happy and open with someone.

Anna hadn't experienced anything like it. she hadn't experienced anything like that, she liked Sonny, he was cute, hot, funny, sweet and unique. The way she felt around him was new; she always felt old beyond her years and that she was too scared to enjoy life. When Anna is with Sonny, she feels her age, happy and light, as if she can grab life by the balls and take on anything thrown at her. Sonny made her feel like Anna, not Annie or the girl who follows Emily Gilbertson around like a puppy. She was her own person with him, and she liked that feeling very much indeed.

Sonny never thought he could feel like this. After one coffee date cut short because of his career and two beers with this amazing young woman, he thinks he might be head over heels for Anna Diaz. All of his insecurities seem to vanish when he is around her. The horrors he saw at work daily, plus the pressure he was under from his family, his team, and himself, was unbelievable. For the past few months, Sonny has struggled to find a genuinely happy moment. When he has been with Anna, all he has felt is happiness, like a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

It was 1 am when the group left the bowling alley quite drunk, and they were merry, laughing and talking with each other. Sonny and Anna stayed at the back of the group in their own little world. "so this is it. I'll see you Tuesday night for dinner ?" Anna asked, hopefully giving the man in front of her the best doe-eyed look she could with the amount of alcohol she had in her system. "Anna, I wouldn't miss it for the world. I can't wait to spend more time with you," The blonde man confessed as he stared into her eyes, getting lost in them. "Sonny, I like you. I'm looking forward to our date" Sonny felt ecstatic. He couldn't determine if it was Anna's statement or the sincerity he felt from the girl. "I like you too, Anna, very much, but you, my dear girl, are very drunk, and you need water and your bed. So I'm going to call you an Uber to get you home" All of a sudden, Anna felt tired, and the beer hit her. When the Uber arrived, Anna and Emily slid into the car's back seat with Sonny's help. When the girls were safely in the car, Sonny leaned in, pecked Anna on the lips before closing the door, and asked her to text him in her dorm room so he knew she was safe. The door shuts, and they pull off, leaving both Anna and Sonny giddy with happiness about each other.

*Tuesday Evening*

Sonny: I'm outside, Doll, in the Uber. Are you ready to go? Anna: Yeah, give me a couple of seconds. I will be right down.

Anna came downstairs in a pink dress that flaunted her figure with black strappy heels. She ran out to the Uber, impressing Sonny in the process of running in heels. Finally, Anna got into the back of the car and closed the door. "Hello, handsome, You look good in a suit, Sonny", Anna greeted as she eyed the man up in down. "Hello Yourself, Doll; you look incredible tonight" Anna blushed at Sonny's compliment. The date was a dream for the pair, one of the best dates they had ever been on. They both didn't want to drink, Sonny was at work the following day, and Anna had class followed by lunch with her Aubella and her aunt Rita. Nevertheless, as they left the restaurant, the pair were smitten with each other leaving the restaurant, they were in their little bubble, and no one at that moment existed in the world. Anna leaned in and started to kiss Sonny with tounges in the middle of the street. A few weeks ago, Anna hated the thought of public affection, but with Sonny, she doesn't have a care in the world. "Doll, I live just down the street. Do you fancy coming in for a cup of coffee?" Anna felt like she had just had an ice bucket tipped over her; this is what she had been dreading. "Sonny, Im just going to come out and say it, Im a virgin. Im not ready for anything. I hope you understand, and I get it if you do not want to see me again or go for someone with experience." Anna looked down at her feet, ashamed. Sonny lifted her face by her chin with two fingers. "Anna, I like you. I'm not interested in a fling, im looking for the real thing here. I will wait for eternity for you if you are the woman I think you are." Sonny kissed the girl's lips, trying to pour his feelings into the kiss. Anna couldn't believe it, she had found the perfect man, and he liked her, her of all people; she felt like she was on cloud nine. "Sonny, thank you for understanding. I appreciate you waiting for me." Anna whispered, still breathless from the kiss.

*Sonny's Apartment*

The apartment itself was small, but it was cosy and homely. Anna loved apartments like this, which reminded her that new york wasn't full of people looking for high-end real estate at costly rates. Sonny's apartment smelled like vanilla, and she felt safe. "I know it's not much, but it is home." The blonde man eyed the girl nervously. "That's why it's perfect, Sonny" Anna gave the man one of her killer smiles, and he instantly felt at ease. "Come into the kitchen, Doll. I'll get the coffee started for us," Anna agreed and followed the man into the kitchen.

"So tell me about your family doll. We spent loads of time discussing mine; we didn't discuss yours" Sonny waited for the girl to open up. "My aubela is the matriarchy of the household. She is terrific, strong, kind and many other things. My aubela was my grandmother and mother all rolled into one. My dad went to college on a full scholarship when I was a baby, and he did it to provide himself and me with a better future and opportunities. He went to Harvard, and I stayed in the Bronx with my aubela. We are a small family, but my god, we are mighty; we are so close nothing will come between us." Sonny hung on to every word that Anna was saying while Anna stared into her glass as she told the story. "what about your mom?" Sonny asked innocently. "My mom walked out on my dad and me when I was six weeks old. They were both very young, and I think she was just overwhelmed, and after she left, it was just too hard to come back. If you had a child, would you want to be a part of their life? I know I would. She is probably out there somewhere, regretting what she had done all those years ago. I've tried to look for her; I found a census entry for her, dated six months after she left in LA, but the trail ran cold from there." Sonny felt pity and sadness for the girl and couldn't understand why anyone could leave their child like that. " I wanna find her, Sonny, show her im not angry with her and hopefully finally have a relationship with her." Anna smiled at her daydream " I hope you are right, doll", Sonny sighed as he had a horrible feeling in his stomach.

" Does your dad still practise law?" Sonny asked to change the subject. "Yeah, he does. He is an ADA" Sonny was surprised he couldn't think of an ADA with the last name of Diaz. "what's his name? I may know him," Sonny quizzed as his heart hammered out of his chest, awaiting her answer. "Rafael Barba", Anna answered matter of factly. "Shit, no, Anna, no. He is the ADA on my team. I'm a detective with Manhattan's Special Victims Unit. Anna looked at the man, horrified. Suddenly she thought she liked Sonny and Sonny liked her. Why does she have to give him up? This was the happiest she had ever felt, and she didn't want to let go. "Sonny, I know this is not ideal, but I'm Anna around you. I'm happy when I'm with you, and I like you a lot. Let's keep this a secret for now and see how things go. If we go on to go separate ways, no foul was done, but if we make it, my dad will have to learn to love it. What do you say? Take a chance?" Anna could hear the blood pumping her body with adrenaline. It felt like hours waiting for Sonny's answer, but it was only a minute or two. "Yes, Doll, let's give it a go, You and me. I know this might be too soon, rash, or fast, but will you be my girlfriend? I can't stop thinking about you, Anna Diaz." Sonny spurred out as he was nervous to ask. "I don't care how soon or rash it is, and the truth is I feel the same way about you. I would love to be your girlfriend, Sonny Carisi. Both smiled like idiots until Sonny leaned over the breakfast bar and kissed Anna. "That is never going to get old", Anna stated, still with her eyes closed, reeling from the kiss.

Sonny took Anna by the hand and guided her to the sofa, where they laughed, talked and told each other stories from their pasts. It was 3 am when Anna let out a yawn. She thought she covered the yawn well, but Sonny immediately picked up on it. "Doll, take my bed; I'll take the sofa. I don't trust cab drivers this time of night. I've seen too many horrors of women getting cabs late at night." Sonny stood up and extended his hand out to help Anna up. "Sonny, I don't want you to give up your bed. I'll take the sofa." Anna tried to reason with the detective. "Absolutely not, Doll. You get my bed. End of story." Anna got into the comfy double bed and immediately dreamed of Sonny.

*The Next Day*

Anna woke up late to her phone buzzing on Sonny's bedside table. She could still hear Sonny softly snoring. She looked at the time and realised she had missed her morning classes as it was 1 pm. she had over a hundred missed calls collectively from her tutors, Emily, her aubela and her dad. "Shit", Anna cursed as she jumped up to get ready to leave Sonny's apartment. As she was clumsily pulling her dress over her head and trying to get an uber, Sonny walked into his bedroom half asleep, trying to work out what was going on. "Doll, everything alright?" Sonny quizzed the girl "Sonny, we have slept in. It's gone 1 pm. I've missed most of my classes, and people are looking for me," Anna explained. "Doll, it will be ok. Once they realise that you are safe, they will be happy. Of course, your tutors will want you to do the catch-up, but you are smart. You can do it, and it is not as if we are going to make a habit of this, is it?" Anna relaxed at his words. "you're right, handsome, and I really need to get back, though. My uber is outside." Sonny nodded, threw on a jacket and walked his girlfriend to her uber. "Text me to let me know you are back home, ok please, doll." he leaned in and pecked his girlfriend on the lips as she got into the uber.

Anna opened her dorm room to find her dad, her abuela and Emily talking to a police officer. "What's going on?" Anna asked the room that hadn't yet noticed her. Rafael's head span so quickly that Anna was sure he would have whiplash. "Where the hell have you been?" Rafael demanded in his lawyer voice. "Annie, Are you ok?!" Emily half asked, half shouted. Lucia was too busy hugging the life out of Anna to ask anything. "Aubela, I can't breathe. Im fine, I went to dinner last night with a few friends from class and ended up back in their dorm hall for a few drinks afterwards, and I fell asleep in the common room and slept in." Anna lied through her teeth to the people she loved the most and didn't know how to feel about it. "What about your date with what's his name? Dan, no Greg, no Simon, that was it, Simon." Anna was grateful that Emily could not remember Sonny's name. " I blew him off, and I don't have time for a relationship. I need to find a job to get work experience and cash. I have school and maintain relationships with my family and friends. "You sure you didn't go on a date, Annie?" Rafael asked to ensure he didn't need to threaten any boy with an inch of his life to protect his daughter. "I'm sure, dad, I got what I need right here in this room. A relationship will be much later on." Anna couldn't help but think of Sonny and how much he belonged to be in this room. Anna realised that it would be difficult but worth the result.

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gatefleet · 2 years

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Currently taking requests for;

- Stargate (SG-1 + Atlantis)

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noellawrites · 1 year

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Hands to Myself - Yandere!Sonny Carisi x reader

summary: Sonny takes advantage of you on an undercover job while you’re posing as a stripper.

warnings: noncon/rape, physical restraint, very little plot mostly smut

“Jesus, I haven’t worn this thing since college,” you grumbled, adjusting your skin-tight dress that barely covered your thighs.

“I think it looks great on you, (y/l/n),” Fin said, laughing as you swatted his arm.

“Let’s go over the plan. Detective (y/l/n), you will be posing as a dancer and Carisi, you’ll be inside as a customer. You two will listen in on other conversations while Fin is inside talking to the employees. There are mics installed under each table, and you can reach down and push the red button if you need us to send backup. Got it?” Olivia explained.

You were the first to leave the equipment-filled van and head to the back door, where you entered with some other dancers. You got ready next to Valentina, your “trainer” who was also in on the plan, earning a few confused looks from the other girls.

“You ready to go out there and do some lap dances?” Valentina asked you as you finished lacing up your tall boots.

“Uh, sure.”

When you entered the main room, you were shocked to see that you had more clothes on than most other dancers. A few girls had only small stickers covering their nipples.

You spotted Sonny almost right away, breathing out a sigh of relief. At least you didn’t have to dance on any strangers tonight.

“Hey there, doll. C’mon ova,” Sonny said, giving you a sly smirk.

“Care for a dance?” you purred, leaning in and giving Sonny a smooch on his cheek.

“You know I do,” he said, grabbing your thighs and pulling you onto his lap quite aggressively. You almost fell backwards before Sonny grabbed your back with his large hands.

The two of you faced each other. You smiled for half a second before feeling Sonny thrust his pelvis up into you, his hard cock rubbing against your slit.

You gasped, but Sonny clamped his hand over your mouth to cut you off. “Shhh, baby. Ya gotta be quiet for me.”

Sonny snaked his hand down into your underwear, pulling them aside and sliding two long fingers into your vagina.

You looked around in panic, but Fin was leaning against the bar paying no attention to you and Sonny. The table was too far from your reach to press the button for help. There was nothing you could do.

You tried to stand up, but Sonny grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him. His lips met yours and he immediately shoved his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he fingered you.

“S-stop!” you tried to say, but Sonny’s mouth drowned out your words.

You could feel the tension building up in your core, which Sonny detected and pulled his fingers out of you. He covertly unzipped his pants, which no one could see thanks to your lap covering him.

He pulled his hard, swollen cock out of his boxers and forced you down onto him once again as he thrust inside of you.

“O-oh my god!” you moaned, writhing in Sonny’s arms with pain and pleasure. His penis filled every inch of you, a sensation you had never felt before. Sonny was much too big and fully hard.

He gritted his teeth as he rocked into you. There was no warning as he spilled his seed inside, the head of his penis nudging at your cervix.

“Oh yeah, you were so good for me doll,” Sonny moaned into your ear as he put his cock back in his pants and moved your underwear back over your vagina.

“We should do that again sometime,” he suggested, grinning at you still in his lap. You were his, and you were perfect.

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devilishcupid · 10 months

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❝ BARBA & CARISI, DILFS AT LAW. ❞

the way i want to be in between them so badly.

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lovecarisi · 12 days

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Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 4: The Earthquake

Weeks and weeks and weeks of Dominick and you. The door slams shut and your body is shoved against the wall in your hallway, or bent over your kitchen island while he pulls off your underwear, hands hungrily finding you wet and ready for him, every time. There is an insatiable desire between hot kisses and you barely manage to pull down his jeans enough to get him out, hard as a rock, dying to bury himself inside of you. Your trembling bodies become one and you moan each other’s names in the dark. It doesn’t last long, but it’s always what both of you want and need.

Sometimes you make it to the bedroom and then it’s slow and lazy but never any less desperate and intense. Every now and then he kisses you goodbye after and you watch him leave with regret, you can tell he feels it too but quite often he asks to stay and you let him. And when that happens, you regret it just as much. It’s the way you feel his chest rise and fall as he holds you against him, his breath tickling your neck. When all the heat of passion, want, and sex has escaped your body and the night is supposed to be just peaceful and still. How can he just sleep like that while you’re left alone with your thoughts? While your mind is racing, overthinking? Eventually you do fall asleep and most mornings Dominick is gone, only a cup of coffee remaining for you on the nightstand.

You still have the occasional breakfast together and it’s nice, but he has accepted the fact that it might be something he wants, but you feel awkward about. Truth is, you’re not sure how you feel about it. It was sweet when he did it the first time, you think back fondly; you two sitting there eating and laughing. But you’re worried how it would become too homely with him and then it would get too comfortable and well, there’s the rules. The goddamn rules. It’s sort of fucked up that they exist in a vacuum since most of the time when you’re naked together and Dominick’s body feels so good and you whisper those sweet nothings to each other it seems there are no rules. What a hypocrite you are; you demand this closeness, this intimacy, to own him in such a way. Just for this moment, and then it’s over and you send him on his merry way and although you crave him again immediately, you don’t allow yourself to have him permanently. And why? You can’t answer it. All you know is that it wouldn’t work.

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‘God, I’m starving.’ you cry as thunder rumbles in the distance and the first light raindrops begin to fall. Finally. It’s been humid all day, the pressure and heat trapped between the buildings of the city.

‘Let’s go out for dinner then.’ Dominick suggests. The two of you on his bed, on your stomachs, chins resting on your forearms, staring out the window. You’re grateful for the cool breeze that comes flooding into his bedroom.

‘No. I said no dates.’

‘Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. It doesn’t have to be a date. You’re hungry, I’m hungry, let’s just go eat.’

It’s true, he keeps asking. And you keep saying no. Hanging out is cool, going out for dinner together with your friends is cool but you draw the line at him taking you out for dinner. Maybe it’s silly but sitting in a restaurant together is what couples do. Plus, knowing him he would choose a place with a special ambience, not just a diner around the corner.

‘I’m gonna order us a pizza because that’s what normal people do. In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a thunderstorm coming.’ You wrap the bedsheet around yourself and get up, wandering into the kitchen to grab one of the menus from his fridge as well as your phone but he follows you and takes them from you.

‘I can make us something. How about…bruschetta. You’re gonna love it. I promise.’ You know this is his version of a date but you have to give it to him. And you do love bruschetta. And you always love watching him prepare food with these beautiful hands of his.

‘Okay…’ you give in and pick up your dress from the floor, pulling it over your head and chuckle as he runs back into the bedroom enthusiastically to put on some clothes as well before returning to the kitchen where you have made yourself comfortable on the counter. ‘Show me what you got, chef.’

‘Well calm down, it’s just bruschetta.’ Dominick laughs while getting his cutting board and knife out, then heading over to the fridge to take out the ingredients.

‘People have been known to fuck up bruschetta. Hell, I once ate this soggy piece of whatever it was in fucking Florence, of all places.’

‘Not on my watch.’ he says with a serious look on his face as he picks the basil leaves and smells them before stacking and gently rolling them.

‘So, you never told me who taught you how to cook, your mom?’ you ask curiously and he frowns for a second before continuing, cutting the basil carefully.

‘Umm…no..umm… My grandma actually.’ he pauses and turns his back to you, washing the roma tomatoes in the sink and you get the weird feeling you might have said something wrong because the process seems to be taking way too long. When he finally returns to the cutting board his expression is unreadable. ‘I never really knew my parents.’

‘Oh.’ Is all you manage, and you wish you hadn’t asked, a feeling of instant regret in your stomach.

‘Yeah, umm. They died when I was little, car accident. Drunk driver hit them. So my maternal grandparents raised me.’ He grabs a tomato but leaves it lying there on the board, just staring down at it as momentum makes it roll back and forth.

There’s a lump in your throat as you swallow hard and you join him in staring at the tomato, not quite sure what to say, or even what to do. Fuck. Even though you two had shared a few personal conversations, the topic of your families had never come up before. There had been comments about each other’s childhoods said in passing, yes, but nothing specific, you had never gone into detail. In all honesty, not much talking was involved when you two spent time together unless you were with friends. This is an entirely new situation. You reach out to softly touch his hand and thankfully, he lets you.

‘Dominick, I’m so sorry. I…I’m so sorry.’

‘It’s okay, you couldn’t have known. Really. It’s okay. I’m okay. It’s been a long time.’ He looks at you, his thumb caressing your hand.

‘Still….I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.’

‘It’s okay.“ He says again. ‘Like I said, I was really young. But yeah, guess now you know what made me want to become a lawyer.’

‘He got acquitted?’

‘Spoiled kid from a rich family. They just made it go away. Had friends in higher places my grandparents couldn’t match since they couldn’t afford a good lawyer. He basically just told them to take the money and the deal. They didn’t have a choice. They had to think about the future. I can’t blame them. And believe me, I don’t think people should be punished for every mistake they make. But I think there should be accountability. And buying your way out of shit that you created yourself, it shouldn’t be an option. Rich folks should have to face the same consequences everyone else has to face. That’s where the system’s corrupt. It makes me sick. Even then I knew it was wrong.’ he says and you nod in agreement.

‘How old were you?’

‘Three. I’m lucky that the few memories I have of them are happy ones.’

‘They would be so proud of you. And you will be an exceptional lawyer, I have no doubt about that.’ You slip off the counter and hug him; a fierce, heartfelt hug that you keep intensifying by hugging him closer again and again. Dominick sighs, resting his cheek on top of your head, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

You don’t know how long you two stand like this. It’s only your stomach growling loudly that breaks it up. He laughs and you apologize, your cheeks bright red with embarrassment.

‘No need. All I want to do right now is make that fucking bruschetta for you.’ He kisses your hair. ‘Thank you.’

And he looks at you adoringly, like no man ever has.

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‘Can I stay with you tonight?’ you ask, after licking your fingers clean. That bruschetta really hit the spot, delicious.

You sit by the open window, watching the rain fall, the latest crashing thunder has just subsided. It’s really pouring down now.

‘Well, I wouldn’t send you out in this weather.’ Dominick replies with a smirk, grabbing your plate and walking over to the kitchen to place it in the sink along with his own.

‘Me asking to stay has nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the fact that I would like to stay with you tonight.’

If Dominick wants you to admit it then fine, you’re going to admit it. You really want to stay with him. It has nothing to do with not wanting to dread the conditions outside, being too lazy to get on the train, sex, or anything else. You just want to be with him. Perhaps it’s the way he opened up to you about his parents, the way he was so vulnerable for the first time. Of course it was a coincidence that the conversation went in this direction, but he didn’t have to take it that far. However, for some reason he did, for some reason he trusted you, and all screwing each other and being silly together aside, you feel just as close to him in a different way for the first time. And it surprisingly doesn’t scare you. You thought it would. Quite the opposite is the case actually; you want to protect it. Wrap it up in silk so it wouldn’t scratch, put a ribbon around it, then hide it deep within you for safekeeping. Like a sacred token. Even if you’re not sure what to do with it yet. You feel honored to have it, proud. And you are convinced he is aware and there’s a secret understanding between you two now. About this slight shift that has occurred, like tectonic plates after an earthquake, and where you settle isn’t quite clear but that’s okay. As long as you continue to tread carefully.

The smile he displays is nothing short of victorious. ‘If that’s the case…’

And you find yourselves on the couch watching Blade Runner. It’s not romantic because that’s not what you want, but it’s cozy and comfortable. Dominick has his arm around you and you’re leaning against him and for a moment you think, this is what couples do but right now you don’t think twice about it.

When the movie ends he pulls you up from the couch and you go and brush your teeth together in his bathroom. Dominick gives you one of his shirts to sleep in and smiles when he sees you in it. It’s the strangest feeling when you get into bed together and it’s not with the usual feverish urgency. The one you had already satisfied multiple times earlier anyway when you returned from meeting up with your friends for a drink after work. Still, you had never gotten into bed with him unless you were, well, fucking. So now you’re under the covers with him, face to face and you feel oddly confused, not knowing what to do or say. This is a new version of you two. Here to stay, you’re not sure. All you know is that you love the way you feel wearing his clothes, the way they smell, the soft fabric on your skin, the thrill he obviously gets from sharing them with you.

Dominick moves closer to you, your legs entangle under the sheets.

‘What I would give to know what you’re thinking right now.’ he says, his hands resting under his cheek.

‘I don’t even know what I’m thinking right now.’ Now you’re the one moving closer, until your noses touch.

You feel like a walking contradiction with him constantly. Things you never thought you’d do, you’ve done with him. From the start he has managed to elicit from you thoughts and actions you were never capable of before. And he didn’t even have to try. It was just the fact that he existed. Any other guy would have taken advantage, would have used that power maliciously for sure. Not Dominick though. He gave you back that power. It was that fact that made it so good. Nothing made sense with him but everything made sense with him.

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You wake up to a rainy Saturday morning, and a new thunderstorm has crept its way in. The clock reads 07:04 and Dominick is still fast asleep, arms wrapped around you protectively while your head is resting on his chest. His heartbeat is steady, his breathing in a deep state of relaxation that could lull you back to sleep but you don’t want to let it. Your hand reaches out to tenderly touch his chest, fingers playing with the soft hairs there and he stirs but doesn’t wake so you continue, drawing small circles on his skin. Next, your lips join. Pressing little kisses where your hands have been and he sighs in his sleep, arms tightening around you while under the sheets you can feel him grow hard. This is what you wanted, and you can’t help but smile. Still, you wonder how long you can manage until he fully wakes. You resume with your kisses on his warm skin; gently, slowly, while breathing in his scent. Pulling down the sheet a little, you move down to his stomach, following that trail of hair downwards with your mouth, tongue sneaking out and it’s then you suddenly hear him sleepily sigh your name. Biting your lip, you look up at him but his eyes are still closed.

‘And what do you think you’re doing, hmm?’ he asks, voice husky.

‘I think you know what I’m doing, and I think you’d like me to continue.’

You kiss your way back up to his mouth and your lips meet his for a hungry kiss you withdraw from again immediately, his eyes flutter open, searching yours.

Without giving him time to think or say anything, you kiss him again before letting your mouth wander down his chin and up his jaw. He grabs you, hands already restlessly roaming over your body. Down his neck you go, softly nibbling, and you aim to pay him back for the hickey of that first week, knowing fairly well he doesn‘t mind, that in fact, it turns him on the way it had turned you on. So you sink your teeth into his delicate skin and a low moan escapes his mouth, god, you are so aroused by the sounds he makes, knowing how good you are making him feel. And you move back down to his chest but the truth is you want to get to where he had stopped you a few minutes ago when he had woken up. Down, down you go, over his stomach, and you can feel him tensing up as you get to the waistband of his boxer briefs but you don’t hesitate, you know exactly what you want.

‘W-wait!’ he tries to stop you but you shush him and pull down his underwear and quickly take his already hard cock into your mouth.

And he tastes wonderful. And for once in your life you actually relish the feeling of doing this for a man. Because he didn’t ask for it. Because he didn’t expect you to do it. Because he didn’t pressure you into doing it in any kind of way. Because you wanted to do it. Because truthfully, the first time you saw Dominick, all you could think about was sucking him off, and you would have, hadn’t he turned the tables on you first. So now you're doing it. Holy shit you are doing it.

He is drawing in a sharp breath, your name escaping his lips almost in a protest but you know he’s just overwhelmed by the sensation of your mouth on him. Dominick looks down at you as your hands wrap around his shaft and your lips close over his tip, trying to get a feel for him.

‘Oh God.’ Dominick moans, and you can’t help but smile. Having that kind of control over him makes you so wet, not to mention that beautiful cock of his in your face like that. You can’t wait to reduce him to an ecstatic, writhing mess. Oh the power you hold right now makes you feel all sorts of ways. And you’re ready to do everything for him since he deserves it, always looking after you first. Always fucking you to your climax before he cums, and often times, it’s not just once.

‘I’m gonna be a good girl for you, are you gonna be a good boy for me, baby?’ you ask, flicking your tongue against him and he nods, eyes pressing shut, hands clenching the sheets, oh fuck he’s so hot.

You trace the thick veins on his dick down to his balls, cupping them with one hand and squeezing softly, making him jerk. You spit on him, spreading your saliva and his pre-cum all over him, beginning to pump him slowly. He looks down at you again as you lick him up and down, your tongue gliding over his skin in slow-motion. Top to bottom you let your mouth glide over his dick, swirling over his sensitive head, your lips curl around him as your eyes meet, and you can tell the sight of you with his dick in your mouth is turning his brain to absolute mush.

‘Am I doing it right for you baby? Does it feel good?’ You ask and he whines as though you have completely broken him, the tension in his thighs already increasing.

‘You…y-you…have no idea. Holy shit, babe…it feels….fuck!’ He groans, reaching out to run a hand through your hair as you pump him a little faster.

‘You’re so delicious, mmhhmmm.’ You mumble and take him deep into your mouth, as deep as you can and his eyes roll back, he pulls on your hair lightly. It’s the biggest turn-on.

Slowly and steadily you begin to fuck him with your mouth, every now and then taking him deeper before pulling back to get some air. You tease his delicate tip with your tongue, dipping it into his slit, drawing more pre-cum from him, salty and sweet at the same time and you lap it up thirstily. Again and again you suck him in, letting him hit the back of your throat over and over, hollowing out your cheeks as you look for his reaction in order to find the right amount of suction combined with pressure on his base. He’s so hard, throbbing inside your mouth, as you move your mouth up and down on him faster. The look of pure lust on his face, the noises he is making are telling you you’re doing perfectly, and it’s not long before he is panting your name repeatedly in utter desperation, and you know he’s close already. You love the mess you have turned him into but it’s not like this is leaving you unfazed. You are wild for this man.

‘Y-you gotta stop.’ he begs breathlessly but you laugh.

‘And why would I do that?’ your mouth wanders down to his balls, sucking there delicately, your thumb keeping pressure on the base of his pulsing cock. You know he‘s ready to explode.

‘B….Because I…I’m gonna c…um.’ his voice is shaking and he tries to wriggle away from you.

‘I want you to. Please. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.’ and you wrap your lips around him again.

At that last sentence a loud moan escapes him and you can’t even believe it yourself, that you said it and had meant it so sincerely. In the past you would have thought of it as dirty. You would have been ashamed. Not now though, not with him.

Again you take him deep, stroking him a little faster, dying to make him shoot his load into you, dying to taste him. His hand reaches for your free one, your fingers entwining and he squeezes, his muscles tensing as your tongue flicks over his raw tip, swirling one last time, and he finally orgasms, his hot seed filling your mouth while his dick twitches in your mouth and he moans your name. The most beautiful sound. You continue to lick him clean, swallowing every last drop he’s giving you, the salty juice running down your throat. He’s shaking, out of breath, and you giggle, very pleased with yourself.

‘Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.’ His eyes flutter open and you wipe your mouth, blushing a little and he looks at you, shaking his head. ‘What did you just do? What did you just do? You almost made me pass out.’

‘Well you didn’t. Which means I gotta try harder next time.’ You laugh and he grabs you, pulling you down next to him, kissing you hard. You love that he seems to completely ignore the fact that your mouth was full of his cum only seconds ago.

‘Please don’t. I might have a heart attack and die.’

‘No, I wouldn’t want that to happen.’ You snuggle up to him, feeling really damn pleased with yourself.

However, it’s hard to ignore the way your panties are absolutely soaked, the way you are trembling with lust for him from sucking him off like that. You try to pull yourself together, burying your face in his shoulder while he is still catching his breath. But he notices. Of course he notices.

‘Oh you.’ He turns to face you and you continue to try to hide from him, it’s too much, it’s all too much. ‘Let me.’

And his hand slips down between your legs, inside your panties, and he smiles as he feels your wetness, and the contact has you moaning into the pillow.

‘You liked it that much, huh? How sweet. You dirty, dirty girl.’ he whispers, kissing your cheek.

‘I loved it. I loved it, fuck Dominick…’ you confess, falling apart under his touch.

He begins rubbing your clit tenderly, his fingers dragging between your folds, lingering at your entrance before moving back to your bud, circling there. It drives you insane how he won’t accept you giving him pleasure without him returning it, how he can’t just lay there in his post-orgasmic bliss but instead has to make sure he gets you off too. Oh how comical that he isn’t even your boyfriend because this guy is husband material and you know it.

It doesn’t take long and he’s hard again, and slips between your legs, spreading you open, sinking inside of you. You need him urgently but he fucks you into the mattress at a painfully slow pace that has you whimpering his name. His lips are at your neck, you hold on to him desperately. Looking back that’s probably the moment when you first acknowledge the battle is lost although it was much sooner. What do you know though? There’s no point in putting down markers. The earth will shake again and again. The aftershocks will rattle you. You will both pick up the pieces, note the numbers on the Richter scale, maybe take some precautions, or not, for the next time. But all in all you will continue like this, staying in your rubble.

And afterwards you sigh and ask ‘Why do we keep doing this?’

Dominick looks at you puzzled. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I’m just scared.’ you confess.

‘Scared of what?’ He moves closer, gently moves a strand of your hair behind your ear.

‘Of the day we stop.’

He remains silent for a while before he answers.

‘Then I guess we can never stop.’

But you know that’s not true. You know you will stop. You know eventually it will end. You know he knows it will end. And that the earth will break open and swallow you both.

thank you @starch1ldz for beta-reading this chapter for me :)

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cathrrrine · 4 months

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Perfect / Love Won’t Die

Dominick “Sonny” Carisi x Reader • Law and Order SVU • Domestic Fluff, AFAB!Reader

Summary: Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears. AO3

A/N: I’ve never posted any of my SVU imagines, but I had to with this one :) Happy 2024! My resolution is to post more of my work so I’m digging through all my drafts and posting them lol. Enjoy husband material Carisi <3

In all the six months you had been dating Sonny, there were never many problems that couldn’t be resolved with a simple conversation or a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As far as Sonny was concerned, it was the perfect relationship. He had gotten to know all your little habits; likes and dislikes, pet peeves, niche obsessions. Six months wasn’t exactly a super long time but it wasn’t short either. After only half a year of dating each other, he’d confidently testify that he had fallen in love with you deeply, enough to want to spend the rest of his life with you. He was happy to get married, have babies, grow old together…the whole shebang.

Things were going steady with you. He couldn’t imagine himself being with anybody else, and he was over the moon to know that you felt the samw way. Long late-night conversations about the future the two of you dreamed of revealed that you wanted him to be a part of it as much as he wanted you. Sure, Sonny was aware of how much of a (hopeless) romantic he could be sometimes, but that was in the past, and all of those relationships weren’t with the right people. His sisters had been talking his ear off ever since high school, warning him about women that would only break his heart. It made him wince just to think about all the red flags they ticked off angrily; gold-diggers, manipulators, emotionally unstable women, emotionally unavailable women…and the likes of it. That and their own broken-heart experiences that prompted very fuelled lectures of examples of men Sonny shouldn’t follow always rang in his mind, even until now.

He’d also been made well aware of how right they were about his exes with a bunch of ‘I told you so’s’ and narrowed eyes, but those relationships were in the past and he was much, much younger (and dumber) than he is now. He only had a couple of serious relationships in his adulthood, which ended up not being the right fit for either parties. Then, his love life got buried under the heavy, heavy load of police work and law school and he never found the time to make himself available in the dating pool. He was always too tired, too beat, too mentally drained. It was never a priority.

Then everything came to a stop and his whole world wouldn’t do anything but revolve around you. Sonny was smitten, like a lovesick puppy who got shot by cupid’s nuclear-powered bazooka as fate would have it.

He never felt this way about anyone in his life before, it was a feeling he relished in and was adamant on not letting go.

You were perfect.

Obviously, you had your flaws, but all only human, none of them fatal. Like how you had a habit of ordering too much food but he ends up being the one to finish it up when you realised your eyes had been bigger than your appetite — but he didn’t mind that at all, in fact he secretly loved being able to feast like a King — or how sometimes, you would arrive 10 minutes late to your dates on one of your busiest weeks, which he never complained about because he had his fair share of being unpunctual as well. Plus, you always made it up to him one way or another.

You were absolutely perfect, inside and out. Sonny thanked God everyday for sending a woman as smart, beautiful and kind as you his way. He’s never felt so lucky.

Sonny knew and loved everything about you, down to your weirdest quirks. If there was a Jeopardy! game where the topic was You, he’d be waving around his trophy like a mad man. What you didn’t tell him, he learned. It was the same way you got to know him. The two of you were always honest with each other, trust being the pillar of your relationship, it was why you got along so well. You knew how to make him happy, as he did for you.

So, why is it that you were crying as he handed you a bouquet of your favourite flowers as soon as you opened the door to your apartment?

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His sweet smile dropped to a concerned frown, uncomfortable and nervous at your sudden reaction.

There you were in front of him, dressed in your most comfortable pair of pyjama pants and an oversized tee that he was sure once belonged to him, messy hair up that he found extremely adorable. Nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact that…well, you were crying.

He always brought you flowers. Was he late? He glanced at the clock on your wall. No…was it something he said? Something he did? Something…he totally forgot about?

“Nothing- no, everything’s fine, nothing’s wrong.” You sniffed, hugging the fresh bouquet close to your chest, dipping your nose into the floral fragrance to smell it only to find that the tears had triggered an onslaught of snot. That only made you cry more.

The bubble of nerves in Sonny’s chest was bursting at this point, he was almost worried he was having a heart attack. “Doll, you’re crying, something’s wrong.”

He held out an arm to pull you into a hug and you eagerly sunk into his embrace. You buried your face into the fabric of his suit jacket, breathing in what you could of his faded perfume. His calloused hands stroked your hair, softly caressing your head as he cradled it. He gently peeled you off of him to get a better look of your face, now red and eyes puffy from sobbing.

He held your cheeks between his palms and you pouted, looking up at him with sad doe-like eyes, and if that didn’t break his heart that he must not have one because the look on your face was shattering him in every possible way right now. One of his thumbs swiped a fresh tear off your cheek, he felt you nuzzle into his hand.

The tall blond gently led you to your couch and set the flowers down on the coffee table before cuddling up with you close to his chest. You wrapped your arms around him desperately, wanting nothing more than to be absolutely engulfed by everything Sonny — scent, skin and biceps.

“You’re killing me sweetheart, you gotta tell me what’s gotten you all upset like this.” You felt him kiss the top of your head and love bloomed in your chest immediately. “Come on, doll, what’s up?”

You sighed, big and loud, huffing away all the choked up tears with one big breath. “I swear it’s nothing. I’m so stupid.”

He was quiet for a while until you felt his voice vibrate from his chest again, “Was it…me? Did I do something wrong?”

You whipped your head to look at him, only to be greeted with a very worried expression.

Oh, Sonny. Oh, sweet heavenly innocent Sonny. How could you not love this man with every fibre of your being when he’s got that look in his eyes? The one where his pupils are so dilated, you could see your reflection in his big, blue puppy eyes.

How could you have been so careless?! Of course he’d think you were crying because of him, the sweet stupid man — God, you loved him so much. The thought only made you more emotional…and just like that the waterworks came rushing back in.

“Oh, God, Sonny-“ you hiccuped, pulling yourself away from him to put your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry- it’s not your fault at all,”

The lovesick, worried-sick man shot up next to you to pull you into his arms once again, stomach churning at the wave of emotions you were going through. He couldn’t even detective his way through this, his mind going haywire with every sniff that came from you.

“Then what is it?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, “Did something happen at work? Is it that asshole again?”

With what he dealt with at his job, it wasn’t out of the question for his mind to be going down that dark path, but he shoved his anger and panic down to focus on your well-being, remaining rational until you were calm.

That made you shoot up to look at him again, words tumbling out of your mouth hurriedly to curb his worries. “No, no! I’m okay, I’m absolutely fine, Todd — that ass — didn’t do anything to me, I promise you, I swear to God. And it’s not you, it’s not anything even remotely related to anything sane at all. I don’t even know why I’m getting all worked up over a bunch of random things, it’s just so—“

“Doll.” Your boyfriend’s voice pulled you out of your rambling. The loving concern that radiated off of him was enough to bring you back to your senses. Gently, he asked again. “What is it?”

You melted immediately, both embarrassed and exhausted from all the sobbing you had been doing. “I’m on my period.”

Oh.

Oh!

“I know, I’m not usually this emotionally affected but my hormones are all over the place and my TV decided to autoplay The Notebook, now I’m a mess.” You sniffed. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have seen me like this, much less deal with me.”

It was only then that the detective noticed the TV screen, paused on Ryan Gosling’s frowning face.

He tried to stifle his amusement, but it came out in a fit of giggles, much to your dismay.

“It’s not funny.” You pouted.

“I just— I thought—“ His laughter consumed him, shoulders shaking as he held up his palms to his face and ran his fingers through his hair, uncaring of how it would mess it up. Sonny leaned back into the couch and continued to laugh with his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was so quiet it came out like a squeak, ashamed of how you cried like a baby in front of him. Although the two of you spent plenty times over at each other’s places and hanging out with each other, over the six months he knew you, you never had your hormones hit you this hard. It wasn’t uncommon to you, but it wasn’t a regular occurrence either, and it certainly wasn’t an event Sonny had the pleasure of experiencing…until today.

“It’s okay if you’d prefer to be at your own place right now, I totally get it. I won’t be offended in the least, okay? I’ll call you in the morning.” Some men in the past have been weirded out when this happened to you, so you weren’t lying when you said you wouldn’t be offended — it was ‘your fault’ anyway, that was what you had grown accustomed to.

But Sonny, the ever-loving and understanding guy, did not share the same view. Of course not! Raised-with-sisters, loves-his-mother, thoroughly Italian, good-Catholic-man-who-respects-women Sonny, would never in a million years ever even think about being upset with you just because your period messed with your emotions. And that’s why you weren’t sure why you were so surprised when he responded to your offer with a kiss.

This was Sonny. He would never think lowly of you because of something you couldn’t control.

“That’s crazy talk, doll.” He mumbled into the kiss, smiling as he continued to love on your lips. “I’d never leave you alone like this.”

You pulled away a bit to properly look at his face, “Really?”

This was the man your heart belonged to. You don’t know how you didn’t explode when he gave you the most charming smile that ever graced his lips.

“Really.”

Everything you were worried about solved itself into place, like sentient puzzle pieces figuring themselves out with confidence.

“You’re too good for me.”

Unabashedly, you continued to make out with your boyfriend on your couch, a newfound appreciation driving you mad with love.

“I’m only for you, babe. Don’t need anyone or anything else but you.”

———

Now that the two of you were freshened up and settled down with mugs of hot cocoa in your hands, you and Sonny were much more at ease.

There was nothing better to Sonny than to be cuddled up with his girlfriend with her head laying on his chest. You practically clung to the arm draped over your shoulder, making a nest out of his bicep for your face — which reminded him of a koala bear, but he kept that thought to himself. He was so comfortable, so happy that this was his life. His nose pressed against your hair, the scent of your shampoo reminding him of a holiday well-spent together in Mexico. Deja Vu hit him the minute he kissed your head, laughing through his nose when he remembered the events that happened just a few hours prior.

“Hey,” he nudged you with the arm you were glued to. You pulled your focus from the movie you were watching — a comedy, nothing that would make the ‘bloody demon hormones possess me’ as you put it — and raised your eyebrows curiously in response. “I’m just wonderin’…”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you cry when I gave you the flowers?”

You groaned, still somewhat embarrassed at the flurry of emotions you attacked the innocent man with. But you humoured the question anyway, “I opened the door and you were standing there, so handsome and so sickeningly charming, holding up flowers that you brought for me. You should be worried if I didn’t cry.”

“Wow,” he whistled. “I’m really that handsome, huh?”

You playfully hit him in the chest with your fist as you resumed your initial position, “Shut up.” A smirk managed to rip it’s way through your lips. “But mostly, I was crying because I was so sad that the flowers were going to die. I don’t know, just weird how my brain works on my period.”

It was a nonchalant mention, nothing big to you, but it stuck to his mind. Flowers dying made you upset. How precious was that? He catalogued the thought, filing it away for the future. The inkling of humour tempted him, though.

“So, not so much on the handsome part?”

You snorted, “Eh, I’ll give it a 60/40.”

“It should be in the news or something. ‘Guy So Handsome, Makes A Grown Woman Cry’” he gestured in the air as if there was a banner.

“How about, ‘Girl So Hormonal, Makes A Grown Man Cry With Her’?”

“Psh, I didn’t cry.”

“You so were.”

“Was not.”

You laughed, thinking he’d given it up when the sound of the movie began to fade into your hearing again.

“You should come over the precinct, tell the guys how I can make the ladies cry just by showing up at their door.”

He wore that goofy, toothy grin you were so accustomed to whenever he was joking around.

You rolled your eyes. Then decided to mess with him. “Excuse me? Ladies? Plural?”

The grin immediately wiped off of his face. “No- I meant lady, as in singular.”

“Mhmm.”

“I mean— no, that’s not what—“

“Sure, Son.” The monotonous voice you used made him sweat.

“You know you’re the only gal for me! I was just joking…hey, baby, come on, look at me…”

———

Months passed by and relationship milestones came and went. You finally met his family on month eight, and him yours. Month ten, you got a promotion at work and thankfully — not by your doing — Todd left the company. Sonny and the rest of the SVU team made a breakthrough on a case, you met his coworkers you heard so much about for the first time when he brought you along for their celebratory dinner. He was teased relentlessly for ‘keeping such a wonderful woman from us all this time’. You enjoyed the camaraderie that they shared with each other, and felt like you won a prize when they extended it to you.

Time passed by you so fast that you barely noticed it was almost a full year since you and Sonny made it official.

The day of your anniversary, he made reservations for the two of you at a fancy restaurant — Italian, of course. You reminisced the journey of your relationship together over some fine dining and a delightful bottle of wine. The ambiance, mixed with the light-headed feeling from one too many glasses of wine, only made the love you had for Sonny so much more emphasised. It was a dream, to be loved by such an amazing man, to have found your soulmate. If you weren’t at such busy points of your career, you’d literally have his babies right then and there. A couple of mini Sonny’s would do the world good, you pondered. Unbeknownst to you, the subject of your thoughts was thinking the exact same thing, only he was dreaming up a babble of mini You’s instead.

Sonny and you walked home together — he had basically moved into your apartment by now, he was finding it harder and harder to be separated from you at night. Having you next to him made him sleep better, and just generally being around you made him feel better — the two of you never made his move-in an official thing, but there was no need to. It was almost like you shared a telepathic connection. Although, Sonny being Sonny, will make the moving in an official thing whether you needed to or not. Maybe into an actual house, with a backyard and a huge kitchen and a family to raise in to make it a home. One day. Maybe even tomorrow. He’d do anything, anytime with you.

“Got you something, by the way.” He grinned, keys jangling on the doorknob as he swung it open for you.

“Sonny, you didn’t have to.” You blushed. One year together and he still had that effect on you.

“Well, I wanted to.”

While you were taking off your shoes, he used it as a distraction to take it out of the hiding spot he so carefully planned — his height being an advantage to said plan — and waddled over in his socks to where you were sitting on the couch, handing it to you once he was sat as well.

It was a daintily patterned gift bag, not too big and not too small either, with a card attached to it on the front. You carefully removed it to read his words in neat handwriting.

Happy 1 year anniversary, doll. I love you so much. You make me the luckiest man alive. My love for you will never die.

You wanted to cry, so touched by his short but undeniably sweet words. He saw how your bottom lip jutted out, the way it usually did when emotions got the best of you, and smiled to himself with a bit of pride in getting his words right.

Slowly, you pried the top of the bag open, only discovering a plastic dome. “Careful.” Your boyfriend noted.

You wondered what it was, going over all the possibilities in your head as you took it out of the bag; lava lamp, necklace, tiny bottle, lantern…only to gasp when you saw what it really was inside.

A small sphere-shaped cactus with a crown of pink flowers, placed inside a white ceramic pot with the words, ‘My love for you will never die’ engraved in cursive writing around it.

Ahhhh, here come the waterworks.

“Sonny,” your eyebrows scrunched up, lips fully pouting now. “This is the sweetest fucking gift ever.”

Your use of words didn’t go unnoticed by the smiling man, earning you a chuckle out of him. “I remember the time you cried when I brought you flowers, and you told me it was because you were sad ‘bout them dying…it’s cheesy, I know. Corny, a bit. But I thought you’d like it.”

The rising inflection of his voice gave away his nerves, but you were quick to make your appreciation known. “I do, I do! It’s just the most beautiful and thoughtful gift anyone’s ever given me. Thank you, baby. I’m- Aw…“

You choked up and he took that as his cue to pull you into his arms, careful to set the prickly plant down so you wouldn’t accidentally get hurt.

“It’s true though, my love will never die. You’re stuck with me for as long as you want me.”

“You know I’m shit at keeping plants alive, Son!” You couldn’t help the wavering in your voice, “Oh, but this is just so, so sweet. You’re just too cute for your own good.”

“Well, I was cute enough for you to accept the babbling guy who asked you out a year ago.” The giggling that followed made his blue eyes seem brighter.

“Yeah, I couldn’t say no to that face.”

You took the comfortable silence that ensued as a segue to your own offering to him, “Speaking of this cactus being put at the risk of dying, I’m gonna have to appoint someone to remind me it needs water every now and then.”

“I’m assuming that would be me?”

“Yup.” You shifted around to look through your purse. “So, I was thinking…”

Sonny narrowed his eyes at you, “Thinking…?”

You held out your palm and reached out for his, dropping a familiar weight into his hands. As soon as you pulled your hands away, the object revealed itself to be a single silver key with a brown leather strap keychain attached to the ring, ‘Det. Carisi’ engraved on one side and ‘Sonny’ on the other.

He looked up at you, meeting eager eyes that matched his own. You were practically bouncing with giddiness, excited to reach yet another milestone.

“Move in with me? Officially?”

God, you were so perfect.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

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