#dad sonny

[winchestergifs]

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 117.5/327

9.7 Bad Boys Written by Adam Glass Directed by Kevin Parks Original Air Date: November 19, 2013

[darth-sonny]

casey shares some pretty big revelations

featuring, an old middle school oc who I repurposed solely for this comic lol

[quote from kung-fu panda 2]

[daddydoddsjr]

Can you do a one shot where Sonny has a daughter and he's overprotective of her when she's dating?

Overprotective - One Shot

Pairing || Sonny Carisi x Wife!Reader, Sonny Carisi/Teen!Daughter

Contents/Warnings || implied threats

Authors Note || with posting this, i’m now all caught up on answering asks :) so anyone is free to send in an ask for literally any svu/criminal minds character lol. will also be posting an original sonny carisi au soon which will definitely be multi-part and explicit

“A boy? Seriously? A date???” Sonny looked absolutely dumbfounded.

“He’s a really nice guy, Dad, I swear,” You and Sonny’s daughter sighed, already knowing Sonny would act like this.

You and Sonny had been sitting on the couch together when your daughter had approached the two of you, all dressed up and looking nervous over something. And then she told you that she was going on a date… which you knew about, and Sonny did not. And for good reason.

“Who is this guy? Have I met him? Who are his parents?”

“Dad, calm down.”

“Well I don’t want some sleazeball taking out my daughter.”

“I’m sure he’s a nice boy. She’ll be fine, Sonny,” You gently touched his arm. “She’s old enough to make decisions on who she can date.”

Sonny huffed, calming at your touch, but still clearly annoyed at the thought of his daughter dating.

“Is he picking you up?”

“Yea, soon.”

“I’m a cab or a car?”

“I’m his car.”

“I’m walking you out there to meet him.”

Your daughter looked slightly worried by this, but shrugged, “Fine..” She paced around the living room as the three of you waited. When she eventually got the next that he was there, she begrudgingly told Sonny that she was leaving. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Sonny get up so fast, immediately asking your daughter if she had her phone, her keys, her paper spray, her jacket, her portable charger, her this, her that…

“Sonny?” You spoke up just before Sonny was out the front door.

“Yeah, doll?”

“Don’t freak him out too bad, okay?”

Sonny rolled his eyes playfully before leaving for about 10 minutes and coming back. He plopped back down onto the couch beside you.

“How did that go?” You ask, leaning against him.

“He seems… okay. I told them to be back before midnight. And they better be.”

“I’m sure they will, Sonny. She’ll be fine.”

“I’m still going to text her every 20 minutes.”

“Sonny-“

[doesnotloveyou]

Miami Vice ~ S2E01 "Prodigal Son"

[onsunnyside]

Happy New Year Sonny 💜 Hope you have had an amazing NYE 😊

Speaking of Ari's balls, I just had this thot of Ari making you do a countdown with his big fat cock in his mouth 😂 Imagine all that sloppyness and the ball worship 🤤🤤🤤🤤

happy new year bestie and thank you so much !! hope you had loads of fun and made lovely memories 🥰🫶

oh let’s make it a lil spicy: dad’s best friend!Ari has been looking at you all night, flouncing around the house in your new year dress, passing drinks, food and being the perfect little co-host.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he grabs your arm when you pass by, his fingers cold from the bottle of beer, “your dad said he had something for me in his office?”

“Uh—oh, yeah! Something about old pictures from college? When you two played rugby?”

He smiles, gently entwining your fingers, “that’s it, you wanna bring me there before the countdown?”

And ofc you do. You lead him through the house, unknowingly swaying your hips. You talk to him in your pretty voice about how happy you are to be on break from university and Ari is so so so proud of you!

In your dad’s office, you bend over the stack of boxes to sift through the old photographs, “do you know the year of the pictures? My daddy organizes it by year.”

He takes a slow sip of his beer and locks the door. The floorboards creak as he sits in the big leather chair. “Before that, your dad tells me you’ve got a boyfriend?”

You turn around and gulp, eyes drawn to his thick thighs straining against his jeans. “He did?”

“Mhm, he’s upset that you’re growing up, he thinks you’ll get engaged this upcoming year.”

You huff, slightly embarrassed, “he’s over-exaggerating. Steve is too busy with his football career to propose but he’s—he’s a good guy, I promise!”

Ari bets he is. “You like guys who play sports?” He asks, leaning back and spreading his legs.

“Y-Yeah?”

He chuckles softly, “Bet you like being thrown around, bent and used like a doll… and you love ‘em bigger than you.” He runs a hand through his hair, “tell me, does this Steve guy know where to touch you, baby?”

Oh he does, but you can’t answer bc Ari is groping himself over his jeans, groaning under his breath. “C’mere, sweet girl, daddy needs your help.”

downstairs everyone is counting down and celebrating and cheering for the new year, but you’re on your knees in your father’s office, sucking Ari’s fat sack, and crying when he slaps his thick length on your wet cheeks.

“Does your boyfriend know you’re a sackslut?” He laughs mockingly at your muffled yes. “Oh he does? Do you suck his balls like this, baby? Choke yourself on his sack like a dummy?”

“Mhm, da-ddy.” You bubbler, saliva dribbles from your lips as you kiss up the girth, licking the beads of pre cum from the tip. “Luh it.”

Your makeup is smeared under your eyes and your lipgloss is ruined, but you’ve never looked better.

Ari rubs your head, guiding you down his cock, “if I would’ve known that, you and I could’ve done this a while ago—” his words break off into a grunt as you suckle the head, tracing the slit with your tongue, “we’ve got a lot to make up for, sweet girl, and I don’t fuckin’ care if your boyfriend finds out.”

[formosusiniquis]

🪱 Wiggle Wednesday🪱

Thank you @paperbackribs who tagged me last week, I saw it while I was in class and immediately forgot until I saw people posting their things today. But I'm always excited to share my current brainworms

This is a scene from a fic that I pick at every now and then, so it's basically always on the brain. It started as something about Lucas and Steve and trying to explain away the slight anachronism of Steve (popular and rich) being in Nikes before Jordan made them cool (thank you Air) and it has turned into something much more about Lucas and also his Mom relating through a shared love of basketball and Steve is also there.

It’s a Friday night after the end of the world, and strangely Lucas is at a basketball game.

Or maybe it’s only strange because it’s so normal.

A Friday night in a small town and there isn’t much to do except support the home team. Only Mom won’t watch football, she calls it barbaric, so she reserves all her team spirit for November when basketball season starts. Lucas’ skin itches a little under the Hawkins Tigers shirt he’s wearing, as he’s pretending to be normal when a couple weeks ago he learned monsters were real. What can he do though? Mrs. Byers has Will on house arrest, Mike is still mourning Eleven, and Dustin hasn’t been allowed out since Will’s Lazarus act.

Maybe he’s being too sensitive. Steve is here, who Lucas mostly knows from Mike complaining about being Nancy’s stupid boyfriend. Steve is playing like everything is fine, even though Lucas knows Steve knows. He heard whispering about it with Nancy when he went to the bathroom the last time he was at Mike’s. But Steve is smiling as he paces down the court. Miles better than the other players around him, when Steve has the ball Lucas feels like he does when he’s watching a real basketball game on the couch with his Mom.

If Steve can act like things are normal. If he can sink three pointer after rebound after assist, maybe it’s okay that Lucas is wearing his Tiger green. He floats down the court and everyone cheers. But no one cheers right. When #21 Hagan gets a rebound off of Seymour’s best player, a girl’s voice screams so loud it makes his throat hurt. No one cheers that way for Steve. It’s just excitement for the game, not for him and the way he is playing.

When the game ends, Hawkins 73: Seymour 42, and the crowd storms the court Lucas stands by his Mom in the bleachers. She hates feeling the push of the crowd against her and as he gets older, and people’s hands get rougher, he’s starting to understand. He’s too old to be caught standing by his Mom though. After everything, he knows better than to move too far away from her; going to the game with your Mom is one thing, being the kid getting called out over the intercom because she can’t find you would be life ruining.

Lucas watches the thinning crowd while he waits. Parents and girlfriends crowding their sweaty players. He doesn’t want to get caught looking at any of those boys for too long now that they aren’t playing. He isn’t sure why. So he keeps looking for something familiar.

Steve is standing beside a short, dark haired man who’s got what his father calls a beer gut. He doesn’t look anything like Steve, but he’s also the only adult anywhere near him. He’s the only person at all that’s really near Steve. They’re talking excitedly about something. He claps Steve on the back and whatever he says next has Steve looking down toward the floor.

“Is that Steve’s dad?” he asks his mom before thinking about why that might be a weird question to ask her.

“Who?” The way she says it makes him sure she hadn’t actually heard the question. She’d caught a name, when he interrupted her conversation with the lady next to them, but not enough to answer. It’s a free chance to drop the issue. To say sorry, never mind, and go back to watching people move on the floor below them.

“That guy,” she slaps his hand down as he goes to point. “The guy next to Steve, number 8, is that his dad?”

“How do you know him?” The question, instead of an answer, startles him enough that he looks at her instead of Steve. Stern, he knows he doesn’t want to lie to her, but he also isn’t sure how to say that this random high school boy saved two of his best friends’ older siblings' lives.

“He’s Nancy’s boyfriend. Mike talks about him.”

If he’d just waited. He would have gotten his question answered without asking Mom. They both watch as that man says one more thing to Steve, shakes his hand, and walks out of the gym. “I don’t see Nancy here.” Because they both know he doesn’t really need his other question answered anymore.

“I don’t think she really likes sports.”

Mom sucks her teeth, a judgmental tchk that has heat climbing the back of his neck when it's not even for him. "Well that's a shame, he's a good player." There's finally enough space on the floor that they could leave. He wants, desperately, for them to just go cause something about this conversation is making him feel guilty again. "Do you want to to say hi?"

There's nothing he wants less than that. Lucas thinks if he has to go up to this guy, who went toe to toe with a monster, while his mom trails behind he'll die. Lucas thinks if he says hi to a guy who has only seen him maybe twice in the context of Mike Wheeler's house, and has to sit there while Steve blankly accepts his congrats he'll melt into the floor.

"Can we just go home? I still have homework."

And some tags to @fuctacles, @cauldronoflove, @thefreakandthehair, @stevespookington, @stevieharringtonwifeguy

@eriquin, @grasslandgirl, @augustjustice, and anyone else who wants to play!

[saintsir4n]

Hewwo! Currently I have an unnatural obsession with Brian O’Conner atm n I read ALL that u have to post on him. So can u make some 1shots on the newest addition to the family and Carson n Brian navigate life as new parents, maybe even throw a little vacation for the 2 of them while rest r taking care of baby Jessie😘

BABY STEPS

WARNINGS: mentions of postpartum depression and angst.

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“No, no, Jessie don’t touch mama’s hair when you’re trying to — and you’ve done it,” Carson groaned, when some baby food got in her hair. Jessie babbled in her high chair. A silicone bib was wrapped around her little neck and a confused look was written on her chubby face. “Now it’s all in my braids.”

“Digging the new look,” Brian teased as he jogged into the room, having heard his wife’s yell. The 13 month year old, squealed when she saw her dad. “Jessie, have you been causing trouble? You know your mommy’s hair is her pride and joy.”

“Don’t say that Brian," Carson grumbled out, trying to clean out her braids.

His jokes only irritated her, he knew that.

“She won’t know," Brian didn't see the harm in trying to lighten the mood and picked up their daughter after taking off her bib, smiling brightly and broadly when she mirrored his experience with her baby teeth.

“She understands more than you think. She’s got your big beady eyes — I’m kidding baby, you know I think they’re adorable,” she quickly corrected herself upon catching her daughter's frown. “See.”

“Don’t mock her," Brian playfully scolded, “Don’t mock me.” he turned to his princess, tickling her tummy. “Mommy’s being mean ain’t she?”

“She likes you more than me," Carson shrugged, standing up and pinning her hair up.

Brian quietly scoffed as he gently bounced their daughter, “No, she doesn���t.” he never understood why she kept saying that. “She loves us equally. You just gotta be more patient with her.”

“It’s easy for you to say that, you leave the house more than I do.”

Brian sighed, “You know what I mean. Just be more …”

“Patient?” Carson snapped back, trying to clean up the mess their daughter made.

All day, every day she felt exhausted, tired and even more frustrated with everything, especially with her husband, which meant they were rarely intimate.

“Maybe next time you feed her you tie up your hair I don’t know — wait, Sonny," he called out, watching as she folded her arms and glowered at him.

“I don’t need your shit right now Brian," she hissed, trying not to startle their daughter who picked up more words recently. “You aren’t here every day. I have to do so much around the house. We have a dog that does as much damage as our daughter —“

“— she doesn’t cause damage. Ultra’s a dog and she’s a baby what did you expect?” Brian exclaimed.

Jessie stared between them in confusion as she was placed back in her highchair.

“More support. I need more help from you. That’s what I expected. No, in fact, that’s what you promised me.” She had expressed to him that they would share equal responsibilities before they decided to keep their baby. She feared motherhood because she never had a mom growing up. Brian’s parents were flaky so he told her that they would do their best together. At times she would regret agreeing. “Every day I have to tidy up 5 times. I wake up early to her cries and screams, I prepare her food, prepare the dog's food, our food, all while you’re out —“

“Working? Providing for us. And everything you said, that’s what you’re supposed to do. That’s your job.”

Brian's eyes snapped shut when he realised his mistake.

Carson slowly nodded to herself, “Wow. Thanks, Brian.”

“You know what I mean," he tried, staring at her apologetically, "I'm sorry."

“Yeah, I do know what you mean," Carson exhaled. “Just forget I said anything. Jessie needs to be put down for her nap.”

She approached their daughter, missing the confusion on her husband's face.

“She just ate isn’t that a bit too soon?”

Carson carefully picked up Jessie, who quickly started fussing. Stay calm, please stay calm. She would tell herself and Jessie. Sometimes she wouldn't think of anything else.

“I’ve got her on a schedule. She needs to stick with it so I can get some me time because asking you for help is too much apparently," she gritted, not hearing the whimpering from Jessie.

“Don’t get like that, I’m trying to help when I can," Brian threw his hands up in the air.

“Well, it’s not good enough. You’re not here for me. Not as much as you promised. And some days I am losing my fucking —“ Jessie started to cry, “No. No, don't cry.”

“It’s okay baby,” Brian neared them, taking her tiny hand as tears streamed down her face.

Jessie didn't want to be held, no, she didn't want to be in her mom's arms. That was clear.

“I’m sorry Jess," Carson repeated, for what felt like an hour.

But only a minute went by.

She wanted to cry. She wanted nothing more than to cry, but she couldn't she had other things to do. Her throat was drying up, and her eyes blinking rapidly.

Only when Brian took Jessie did she start to calm down.

Carson had to tear her eyes away from the soft and tender sight.

Brian was a good dad. He loved singing and playing with his daughter whenever he could.

And it only made Carson feel worse.

“She’s good, aren't you princess?" Brian bounced her, "I’ll put her down and we can talk.”

Carson sat down in her chair, with tears pooling in her eyes. She hated it, not now, go away, please. Fuck, she felt exhausted, useless, confused.

Brian turned to his wife, panicking at the sadness flashing over her face. She turned so he wouldn’t see, but he could.

“What’s the point?” Carson sighed, rubbing her face, “Nothing's gonna change.”

“I wanna help," Brian knew he needed to do more.

“Until you can’t and it’s me that’s left to do everything. Like I’m supposed to right?” Carson drawled with a sniffle and stood up again.

“Sonny, can you just wait a second. I’m sorry about what I said.”

Carson waved him off, “I’m going to go and get this food out of my hair. You know, my pride and joy, right?"

Brian cursed herself when she left the room. He offered his daughter a small smile when she leaned her head against his shoulder and eyes drooped.

Nap time.

He could do that, he could follow his wife's schedule, even if it was a little. He needed to help.

He put down Jessie in her Princess crib. Princess Jasmine posters were all over the room, she even had a little doll that she clung to.

Brian pressed a kiss to her head as she drifted to sleep, "Daddy loves you. Mommy loves you too. She's tired and Daddy needs to do more."

Shortly after he left the nursery and pulled out his phone, looking around before dialling.

“Hey," he greeted, glad that his wife was locked away in their room.

“Wassup Brian?” Suki's voice tore through the phone.

“I need some help. Carson needs to get out for a few days. The house is driving her crazy.”

“The house or you?”

“Alright, alright, I was thinking of going on a trip just us two. You up babysitting, and looking after Ultra?”

“Sure, you paying me right," he heard her laughing.

Brian groaned, “Suki.”

“Me and Tej can do it. Don’t worry. Just book the trip and pack her bags. I know she needs this.”

Brian frowned, “What’s she said?”

“Mind your business. Now go and talk to your wife.”

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a/n:

thank you for the suggestion! it was so cute to write. I didn’t expect it to turn so angsty, but I kinda feel like this is where their early stages of parenthood would go to, considering Brian would work and Carson would stay at home. They’re living a normalish life and Carson is having to deal with so much.

I also feel like if Brian planned a trip to go somewhere, he would feel like that would solve everything but Carson might just get worse. She feels like she doesn’t have his support because he simply isn’t there all the time.

[zaiinab]

this is so cute

[daily-kinitopet]

Day 18

Family photo :)

[thisisonlychemistry]

We've seen him do this for Jesse, I'm sure he did it for Billie too, and now Carisi can bounce at the knees for his son.

GIF by shania-twain

[winchestergifs]

Soft Dean ♡ 9.7 Bad Boys

[darth-sonny]

junior: sensei, where do babies come from??

leo: well you see, when a turtle is high as fuck from pain killers and a severe lack of sleep...

[avenirdelight]

missing 7 x 30🤍

[electrictoes]

“I’ve been a father to Billie. I’ve been a father to Jesse.”

[master-of-the-railway]

Thought abt putting Sonny in my AEG au, he'd also be one of the kiddos, and I realized that if I gave him the backstory he has in my cgi au then he would be such an emotionally shaken little guy. Anyways I'm giving him the same backstory. (Slight TW for mentions of child abuse? Sonny's a steam engine but in this AU he is one of the child locomotives so it's the same principal. just wanted to give a warning just incase.)

In this AU it's more like: he ended up at the site of an old mining business as a newborn. The owner of the company took him in and raised him, and he worked shunting coal trucks for a good while until the buisness unfortunately shut down and his owner had to give him up for sale. Two men bought him and offered to treat him as part of their family, which he was happy to hear...until he found out they were using him as a getaway vehicle. He's hard to fit in for two adult humans, sure, but he's young and fast and he's really good at hiding both off and on railroad tracks. Sonny objected to this a lot at the start, the elder engines and the owner of the coal company had brought him up with good morals, and he wasn't going to become a dirty stealer! But his new owners, specifically the sterner and seemingly smarter one, found ways to shut him up pretty quickly. They never hurt him severely, but he got a lot of dents and bumps, and he was yelled at quite a lot. Eventually, Sonny stopped protesting. He put on a brave face and tried to enjoy being a thief.

Then he came to Sodor. His "caretakers" were planning a pretty big heist, and he was instructed to make friendly with the trains on the island so no suspicions were raised. He ended up encountering Thomas, who helped him with deliveries and ended up being a pretty good friend. Sonny tried to be snappy and mean, but it just isn't him, and Thomas is too nice for him to be mean to. So he spends time with the other kids, and he starts to really enjoy being surrounded by other young engines his age. Until it comes time for the heist. He disappears suddenly in the night, and as he's getting loaded up to take away the cargo- Gordon and Thomas catch him and his caretakers in the act. Gordon looks furious, Thomas looks betrayed, and Sonny is terrified. He's trying to get his wheels to move and he can hear one of the men shouting but he's too stricken with fear to move it. Gordon's loud whistle is blocking everything out and Sonny is panicking and shutting his eyes as he's forcing his wobbling wheels to carry him forward as fast as he can go. But he's stopped. Big engines surround him. James and Henry come screeching to a stop as Gordon appears behind him. Thomas is at his side, Percy and Nia right there alongside him. Sonny's eyes shut again and he prepares for whatever's about to be done to him...

And then his caretakers are arrested. He's sitting there, tears in his eyes, as he feels a huge buffer beam gently bump his little one. "You're alright." Gordon whispers softly, "Sonny, you can open your eyes. We're not angry with you." And so Sonny opens his eyes, Gordon's kind face looking back at him, reassuring him that everything is going to be okay. All of the big engines and those in charge of the railway perfectly understand that Sonny isn't to be blamed at all, he's simply an engine and a child engine at that. He was just doing as he was told, and as Sonny would later testify, he was being threatened in the process.

They take him in. He's put under Sir Topham Hatt's leadership, in which he's assigned to do most of his work on a quiet branch line not very far from where Edward is stationed. They share a shed infact. It turns out that Sonny's treatment from those who "adopted" him caused him to severely distrust humans, he panics in the presence of them and sometimes reacts with more than just panic if he's afraid he'll be in trouble for doing something. He has genuine trauma that's being slowly worked on, but for now the poor kid is being given his space and Edward is always close by to keep an eye on him and take care of him. He is still friends with Thomas, and he's become pretty close pals with Diesel, who tries to come visit at least once a week.

[eyelinerdean]

oh my god dean wanted to be a rockstar. do you think he wrote songs