#sonny carisi request

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Alright y’all!

My plan is to start writing my requests I have. Currently, I have 4 requests! That’s the most I’ve ever had at one time 😅

The requests are as follows:

Nick Amaro x reader (Law & Order: SVU)

Rafael Barba x reader (Law & Order: SVU)

Matt Jackson x reader (Wrestling)

Sonny Carisi x reader (Law & Order: SVU)

If you would like to be tagged in any of these leave a comment or send me a message/ask!

[mcbenson25]

Unspoken Bonds (Olivia Benson X Friend! Reader, Rafael Barba X Reader)

Request: Hello, there! I would like to request an Olivia Benson x Friend!Reader were reader and some friends in the alley near Olivia's apartment building. One day, after a fight with her boyfriend, reader is drinking beer in the spot she usually hangs out at, and Olivia talks her into going back into the apartment. They talk, and Olivia cooks her dinner. Olivia asks reader to join her some other time.

A/N: This request has been tweaked with the boyfriend but not boyfriend just someone the reader has been crushing on being Barba and the fight being him leaving the squad after his trial! I hope you like it so sorry it took so long!

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The air in the alley was usually welcoming. The hushed whispers, the laughter.

Today it seemed quiet. Tense.

You walked, a frown on you face as you rushed into the bar. You were not by any means a drinker, but you always came with the squad to drink after a case.

You sighed. There was no one here today and you needed a drink.

Or two or three.

Earlier in the day, a heated argument had erupted between you and Rafael. He was found not guilty and yet instead of celebrating you found yourself even more upset.

He wanted to leave. Leave the DA's office. Leave the squad.

Leave you.

It angered you how you had supported him from the moment he pulled the plug and it had all been for nothing. The weight of the disagreement lingered heavily in the air as you found yourself drowning another drink.

You loved him.

Not that he knew, of course. To him, you were just a friend. Just a really good friend he would call every morning, text every night, laugh with, go on vacations with.

Just a friend.

The whole squad knew you had feeling for him beyond a silly crush. You hadn't wanted to tell him. You were certain he didn't have the same feelings for you. If he did he would have already made a move by now. It had been years since you had met. So many coffee meet-up, trial victory dinners and late night movies.

You scowled as you asked the bartender for another one, not noticing someone eyeing you from across the bar.

Olivia, ever perceptive, noticed the turmoil in your eyes when you walked into the bar. She decided to give you some space but kept a watchful eye. As the night wore on and the three drink became six it became apparent that you weren't going to bounce back from this one easily. Olivia knew how much you cared for Barba. She knew the how upset you were. From the moment you had come back from the courthouse and left with you jacket without saying a word, Olivia knew something was wrong. A call from Rafael confirmed her suspicions. Lots of things were said, lots of unpleasant ones and Olivia listened as he pleaded her to check up on you.

Which led to her quietly approaching you.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her tone a careful mix of concern and warmth.

You looked up, offering a small, sad smile. "Hey, Liv. Yeah, sure."

The two of you settled into a quiet corner, away from the prying eyes and the buzzing conversations. Olivia, familiar with the unsaid language of pain, waited for you to open up.

"He wants to leave, Liv," you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "After everything that happened with the trial, he just wants to start fresh. I can't wrap my head around it, Liv. We fought, and I don't know what to do."

Olivia's eyes softened, understanding the weight of your words. "He's worried about you, you know?"

You rolled your eyes. "Of course he is," you said, sarcasm lacing your voice.

"Why haven't you told him?"

Your eyes went wide as you looked up. "Liv I can't."

"Why not?" Came the careful pry.

You felt something wet on your cheek and you touched it, realizing you were crying.

You were immediately engulfed by a caring warmth. Olivia held you, as the tears continued to flow freely down your face.

"Let's get out of here," she whispered into your ear as she called over the bartender to pay your tab

You nodded as you pulled away, as you tried to wipe your tears away. "No Liv let me pay-"

"No, I think you've gone through enough today." As she glanced down at the receipt she looked over at you and couldn't help but laugh as she passed you the bill.

You looked at it.

Holy shit. 200 bucks.

"Still want to pay?" She asked with a grin and you cracked, giggling as you shook your head.

Olivia finished paying and you tried to get up but immediately felt the weight of the drink your had.

This is why I don't get drunk.

Olivia helped you towards her car, laughing the whole way as you tried to walk in a straight line.

After a five minute struggle you managed to get into her car.

"Is it okay if we go to my place?" Olivia asked.

Feeling a sense of comfort in her offer, you agreed, allowing Olivia to guide you back to her apartment.

Inside, the apartment felt like a sanctuary. She made sure you were comfortable, offering a safe space for you to unload the burden you had been carrying.

"So why haven't you told him?"

You sighed and let out a deep breath. "I don't know Liv. He probably doesn't even feel the same way. We've been friends for years and he's never show any interest beyond our friendship."

Olivia nodded, the conversation beginning to sound awfully familiar. "You won't know unless you tell him. Would you really just let him leave without telling him?"

"I-I-I don't know. Maybe?" You tried, stuttering.

Olivia raised her eyebrows. "Seriously?"

You threw your hands up in defeat. "Liv come oooon! That's not fair."

Olivia shook her head, "It's not fair to either of you."

You were quiet.

After a while, sensing the need for a change of tone, Olivia suggested, "How about I cook us some dinner? A little distraction might do us good."

You managed a weak smile, appreciating the effort to get your mind off it.

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As Olivia moved around the kitchen, getting everything on the stove, she felt her phone vibrate.

A text message.

'Is she okay?'- Rafa

Olivia wiped you hand on a towel as she peaked her head and saw you had picked a book off herself and had begun to read it. She sighed before texting Rafael back.

'Yes but you need to tell her!'

A minute passed before a reply came.

'I will.'- Rafa

She smiled as she looked up at you form on the couch, engrossed in the book, before getting back to dinner.

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As the smell of food filled your nose you began to lose interest in the book you had grabbed from Liv's bookshelf. You stood up and placed it back in its spot before walking to the window, looking out at the city below.

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. You knew you had acted childishly. You knew going to the bar wouldn't and hadn't solved any of your problems.

You knew you had to tell him.

You checked your phone, having putting it on silence after storming out of Rafael's office.

70 new text messages and 20 missed calls.

A new text appeared before you could open the others.

'I'm sorry for today. I hurt you and I need to see you. Let me make this right. Please let me see you.'- Raf <3

Your heart skipped a beat but before you could text back Olivia called out, "Dinner's ready."

As you sat down to eat, the taste of Olivia's homemade dinner mingled with the shared silence made you anxious. She glanced up as your leg bounced erratically under the table.

"Are you ok-"

"He asked to see me!" You blurted out.

Olivia tried to hide her smile as she nodded. "And?"

"I'm going to tell him." You said with determination.

Olivia took a drink from her wine. "That's great. I'm glad."

You smiled as you texted Rafael back as Olivia took another bite from her food, trying to keep her composure as she felt her phone go off.

'Thank you Liv. I owe you a million.'- Rafa

Olivia looked up grinning and you grinned back.

"See my food makes everything better!" She joked.

You laughed. "Thank you Liv. Honestly you're such a good friend."

"It's what I do," She said with a smile as she began to think how she would tell the squad tomorrow.

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Taglist: @wittysunflower, @rocknroll900

Sorry this request took forever. The writing slump was quite real. I hope you all liked it and please leave comments and thoughts as well as requests!! Love you all!

[svucentral]

[x-bluefire-heart-x]

Hi. So I saw your requests were opened and had an idea. So reader and Barba are together but after the whole baby Drew thing he leaves and doesn’t tell reader. Reader finds out she’s pregnant and is terrified but Sonny is there for her throughout the whole thing. Then when the baby is born reader asks Sonny to be a proper family. No worries if not but I had the idea and I’m not a good writer like you 🙈

Hi! I absolutely love this idea!! And I shall start work on it! ☺ Thank you for the request! We all know Sonny is an amazing dad so I already know it's gonna be so cute to write...maybe a little angst as well! 😅

[narcissuslecter]

hey babes, it's me, your fave internet menace, will graham smokes truther, writer who has been writing again but very slowly!

i've been crazy busy with work and life but i have also been watching sooo much svu and i started watching house so like... house/hilson fics soon??

anyways, on the writing side of things, i've been writing like a beast but im also self critical as ever so it's a fight! but baby we got as needed chapter 3 coming up soon, some angsty carisi for all u svu babes.

for u hannigram babes we got fics for u too, bunch of songfics bc unfortunately, it's what i do best. lots of music, lots of messy power dynamics, lots of smut <3

and don't think i forgot about u criminal minds babes, there is some stuff in the workssss.

all that rambling aside, send me headcanon reqs, send me asks!

be gay, see u next time <3

[foryouthem00n]

“Interrogate.”

A/N: Request from @mooneeeee , I apologize that it took so long to post! There will be another part to this as well, maybe three in total but I’m not sure yet. Also I know that I’ve stated that I don’t write smut but this is about as far as I’ll go in that department! Even this was hard for me but I needed to write it so that I could establish the relationship. Song lyrics from 1 step forward, 3 steps back by Olivia Rodrigo

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You got me fucked up in the head, boy

Never doubted myself so much

Like, am I pretty? Am I fun, boy?

I hate that I give you power over that kind of stuff

'Cause it's always one step forward and three steps back

I'm the love of your life until I make you mad

It's always one step forward and three steps back

Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand

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“Oh, Dom!” You cried out, digging your nails into Sonny’s back.

“You’re so good, baby.” Sonny praised in between kisses, continuously thrusting himself inside you, about to climax.

Sonny moaned as he finally came, the two of you both breathing heavily. He flopped himself down onto the bed beside you. You slid over to him, laying your head down on his bare chest.

“God, I needed that.” Sonny sighed, kissing your hair.

“Long day?” You asked.

“Long day would be an understatement.” Sonny grumbled.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I’d rather talk about how fucking hot you look right now.” Sonny eyed your naked body up and down.

You blushed, staring up at him. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Counselor.”

Sonny hummed in pleasure, kissing your hair again.

You laid on his chest and admired the way his body looked, the way that you felt so close to him in the moment. The casual sex was great, but you love the cuddling and sleepovers even more. You want so much more than just sex with Sonny, but there’s always something that gets in the way. Sonny lashes out any time you try to bring up your relationship or the way that he or you feels about things.

As you were just about to drift off to sleep, you heard Sonny’s phone vibrate on the bedside table. You sat up off of Sonny and he rolled over to grab his phone.

“Who is it?” You asked.

Sonny ignored you as he read whatever message he received. You watched as his eyes moved from right to left, glued to the phone screen.

“Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Y/N. Why are you so concerned about who’s texting me?” Sonny snapped.

“I’m not concerned, I was just curious if it was work related. Didn’t know if you’d have to leave again.”

Sonny got up out of bed and began putting his clothes on. “I do have to leave, actually. And it’s not because of work.”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t understand what you had done to make Sonny so frustrated and why he was being so harsh all of a sudden. You could tell by his reaction that Amanda Rollins was the one texting him, and the reason for him leaving. They’ve been close ever since you’ve known Sonny.

“Sonny, wait! Can’t you just talk to me?”

“What is there to talk about, Y/N? We’re not together, which means I can do whatever I want with whoever I want. It’s none of your business what I do or who I text or who I hang out with. I’m a grown man and I don’t need to be interrogated.”

“I’m not trying to interrogate you! Aren’t I allowed to ask you questions, make conversation?”

“Sure you are, but not when it involves my texts or the other people in my life. You get so clingy out of nowhere and it’s fucking annoying, Y/N.”

You stared at Sonny blankly and he stared back at you. You didn’t respond to him, and it seemed like he had nothing more to say. While on the outside you seemed unbothered, on the inside, Sonny’s words hurt. He abruptly lashes out but it ends up being your fault. For what reason? Why does this keep happening?

Sonny huffed, grabbing his things. “I’ve gotta go.”

You watched as Sonny walked out of your bedroom and down the hall, taking a turn and then disappearing from your sight. You laid back down in bed, rolling over to your side, preparing to go to sleep. You were hurt by Sonny but it wasn’t a deep hurt. You weren’t worried about what would happen next. You would go to bed and forget about the whole situation by the morning.

Besides, Sonny will come crawling back. He always does.

[svuholidaygiftexchange]

Gift request: SVUHGE2023-5

Request: art or edit

Characters/pairing: barisi, Rafael Barba, Sonny Carisi

Rating: any

Prompt: Sonny wearing Barba’s Harvard sweater & Barba wearing Sonny’s Fordham sweater. Sonny’s sweater is too long in sleeves & body for Barba, and because Barba had his Harvard sweater altered to fit his shorter shape, it’s too short everywhere on Sonny

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If you fill this prompt mention & tag this blog, and tag SVUHGE2023-5 to help the giftee find their gift.

[whoevrwhatevr]

Hello! May i request “I’m emotionally attracted to you, as much as I am physically attracted to you. This is to say I don’t only love to fuck you, but I’m… I think I’m in love with you. And, fuck, I never said anything because I knew you’d give me that look.”  + Barisi pretty please ? ❤️ Thank you!

Here you go! I hope you like it! :) Thank you so much for the prompt <3

[moodiboards]

Hi how are you? Can I request a Sonny Carisi romantic one? I want to make it into a book mark 🥰

Thank you so much 💛

I just went ahead and made it bookmark shaped for you 🥰 hope you like it! 🥰❤️

[etclouie-masterlists]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 NCIS + SVU masterlist 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 about making requests

ᯓᡣ𐭩 back to main masterlist?

— ୨୧₊˚ Anthony Dinozzo

- "oh you're jealous?" coming soon !

- secret pics coming soon !

- a birthday to remember coming soon !

- full of surprises coming soon !

— ୨୧₊˚ Timothy McGee

- nothing yet !

— ୨୧₊˚ Gibbs

- nothing yet !

— ୨୧₊˚ Jimmy Palmer

- nothing yet !

— ୨୧₊˚ Nick Torres

- nothing yet !

— ୨୧₊˚ Elliot Stabler

- "trying to kill me sweetheart?" coming soon !

— ୨୧₊˚ Rafael Barba

- in court coming soon !

— ୨୧₊˚ Nick Amaro

- his little tease coming soon !

- undercover confessions coming soon !

- heated arguments coming soon !

— ୨୧₊˚ Dominic 'Sonny' Carisi

- nothing yet !

requests are open here !

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Hello! As a suggestion, how about 29. “i love it when you kiss my neck” with Sonny Carisi and his extremely kissable neck?

Love your writing btw! I think you're very talented :)

Sonny Carisi: Neck Kisses Prompt NFSW 

Thank you for the request and I really appreciate the support!!! I'm just getting back into writing after almost 10 years and am still sensitive about my works. I hope this is what you were looking for. I immediately thought of something fluffy and warm. I saw those pictures and hot damn that man is hot.   

The sex was slow and sensual. You were on your side facing him, leg thrown over his hip. His calloused hand tracing your hip, thigh, and squeezing your ass. He was thrusting languidly but at a steady, even pace. An orgasm had been building in your lower stomach since the start of your lazy morning sex. You were in no rush to find release. You were content to just bask in the intimacy weaving the two of you together. 

One of your hands is weaved into his hair and the other was tracing the muscles in his back. The two of you had been sharing soft open-mouthed kisses. You were now nestled in his neck. You start to pepper kiss on the expanse of his neck. You feel the rough stubble of his beard growing in on your lips making them tingle. You hum against his neck as he hits a particularly pleasurable angle inside of you. 

You nip at his skin before resuming your kisses along his long slender neck. “I love it when you kiss my neck, doll.” His voice is thick and gravely from sleep. You smile against his skin. 

“Good, because it’s very kissable. You have one sexy neck baby. He smiles and pulls your thigh higher on his hip increasing his pace just a little. You caress his cheek and down his jaw while nuzzling your face into the other side. You are in danger of giving yourself a beard burn but you enjoy the contrast of sting to his gentle movements. “I think this is sexy too. Why don’t you ever grow it out.” 

“I had a mustache when I start at SVU as a detective.” You look up to eye his upper lip.  

“Just a mustache?” 

“Yeah, why?” His Staten Island accent is thicker when he is defensive, and you have to fight the laugh that is trying to bubble out of you. You nearly succeed.  

“Like a 70’s pornstache?” 

“Alright that’s enough from you.” He flips you on your back and you squeal. You wrap your legs more firmly around his waist. He twists his fingers into your hair and pulls you up for a kiss. You can’t help the laugh and he breaks away from you. A deep sharp thrust turns your laughter into a moan. He increases his pace but keeps a steady rhythm. It isn’t long before the knot in your stomach explodes and the slow built orgasm crashes over you. Your core clenches tightly around Sonny and he soon follows you over the edge. 

You roll on your side and Sonny spoons you from behind. “Do you have pictures?” Sonny groans in response behind you, flopping onto his back.

[mcbenson25]

Can I tell you something? CloseFriend!Olivia Benson X Reader

Request: I know you prolly get a ton of these but could you do a (Y/N) x Olivia Benson. Here’s kinda what I was thinking. Y/N was kidnapped for several months, sexually abused, and tortured. Y/N escapes and makes it to Olivia to tell her everything that has happened. Over the past several months. But you can add a twist or two to it. Could it not be like in lovers, but just really close friends

A/N: Guess who came back from the dead! I hope you like it and I'm so sorry it took so long.

Warnings: kidnapping, abuse, beatings, inexplicit mentions of sexual assault, flashback, arson

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Tick Tock

Tick Tock

Another day...

Another beating.

Oh how you wish it would end.

“He came in drunk today,” you observed as he stumbled down the dimly-lit room, his movements unsteady and erratic. He weaved back and forth, struggling to maintain his balance with each unsteady step. His arms hung limply at his sides, and his shoulders were hunched. His glazed eyes searched the room, darting back and forth as if searching for something that eluded him and finally found yours. His breath was heavy and labored as he made his way over to the corner you were hunched over in. With each step, he stumbled and swayed, his feet scraping against the pavement as he fought to stay upright. He muttered to himself, his words slurred and indecipherable, and you closed you eyes ready for whatever it was he would do to you today. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as you tried to calm the pounding of your heart. You were so tired and weak, there was no use in fighting anymore.

You braced yourself, ready for the blow, but it never came. You heard a loud thud and opened your eyes to see his limp body on the floor.

He had passed out.

You sat there frozen as it hit you.

You could escape.

You mustered all the strength you could as you stood up. He had gotten rid of the chains long ago, you had become to weak to fight back, so now with a deep breath, you made your way upstairs your heart pounding in your chest.

You knew you had to be careful, move quickly and quietly.

You were going to be free.

That thought gave you the strength to keep going, to push through the fear and uncertainty, and to make your way towards freedom.

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"We miss you! Where have you been?"

You were currently on a FaceTime call with Liv. You smiled hoping it didn't look too forced.

"I know I miss you guys too. I've been traveling. You know, just taking some time to explore the world and see new things."

Olivia looked skeptical. "Really? That's great, but it seems like a long time to be gone without a word."

You bit your lip, feeling the weight of the lie you were telling. "Yeah, I know. It's just been hard to stay in touch with everything going on you know with cell reception and all."

Olivia's expression softened. "Is everything okay, Y/N? You seem...different."

Your heart rate quickened. You weren't the best actor after all. You weren't ready to tell her.

Not yet.

"Liv I have to go, my...," you looked up and made it seem like someone was calling you, "uber ride just got got here and they're telling me to hurry."

Liv sighed before giving you a small smile, not fully convinced. "Alright. Call me when you come home."

"I will," you said before hanging up.

You sighed as you went back to the kitchen.

You were traveling...

but not they way you had told Liv.

You were hiding.

You weren't ready to face the world. Not after everything that had happened. You knew it wasn't you fault but yet...you felt as though it was all your fault.

You had stayed in this house for weeks after you had escaped. Every time you went out you felt dread and anxiety. You didn't trust the world anymore.

And so here you were, cleaning. You had spent weeks cleaning every inch of the house, wiping the grime off the walls and floors, dusting every piece of furniture, throwing out the food that had spoiled in the fridge. You had finally finished. You moved to the corner to pick up a dirty rag, and a sudden sense of dread grips you. You are hit with a flashback so strong it feels like you're living it all over again.

You're blindfolded, your hands tied behind your back. You're sitting on a cold, hard floor, and you can feel the rough texture of the blanket beneath you. You try to scream, but a gag is tied tightly around your mouth, suffocating you.

The memory is so vivid that it takes you a moment to realize it's not real. You're safe. You try to calm your shaky short breaths, but as you look around the room, everything starts to fall into place. The stains on the wall, the cracks in the ceiling, the position of the door, all match that room.

That room that had taken just about everything from you.

Your panic consumed you like a wildfire, burning hotter and higher with each passing moment. It was as if you were engulfed in flames, your body unable to find any respite from the searing heat. Your thoughts were like sparks flying in all directions, each one threatening to ignite another inferno within you. Your heart raced like a raging inferno, its beat erratic and unsteady. Sweat dripped down your face, as if your body was trying to extinguish the flames within. You felt like you were suffocating, the heat and smoke overwhelming your senses. You struggled to breathe, your throat parched and dry as if it had been scorched by the fire. Your mind raced with memories of the past, each one a scorching ember that threatened to ignite a new blaze of panic within you. You can't believe you're back here, in the same room where you endured so much pain and suffering. You feel like you're suffocating, just like you did when the gag was in your mouth.

You ran out of the house as if it were ablaze, your heart pounding in your chest. Once outside, you stumbled to a halt, gasping for air. But as you took in deep breaths, your lungs burned with each breath, and you coughed violently, as if trying to expel smoke from your body.

The world around you swirled, a dizzying blur of colors and shapes, as if you were still caught in the midst of the flames. You stumbled forward, trying to steady yourself, but your legs felt like they were made of rubber.

You leaned against a nearby tree, trying to catch your breath. Tears streamed down your face, stinging your eyes like smoke. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your racing heart and mind, but the memories of the past threatened to reignite the flames of panic within you.

Slowly, you regained control of your breathing, each inhale and exhale feeling less strained than the last. The smoke in your lungs dissipated, replaced by fresh air, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

You opened your eyes and looked around, taking in your surroundings with a renewed sense of clarity. You took a deep breath, and with each exhale, you let go of a little bit more of the fear and panic that had held you captive for so long.

It was time.

Time to finally say something.

Your heart raced as you dialed Olivia's number on your phone. You knew you couldn't keep the truth hidden forever.

When Olivia picked up the phone, you took a deep breath. "Hey, Liv," you said, your voice trembling slightly. "Can I tell you something?"

"Is everything okay?"

You hesitated. "Not really," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just...I need to talk to someone. And I trust you."

You heard concern lace Liv's voice. "Of course, Y/N. Whatever you need, I'm here for you."

You took another deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "I...I haven't been honest with you, Liv. About why I've been gone for so long."

"What do you mean, Y/N? Where have you been? Are you okay? Do you need me to come tell get you?"

You shook your head. "I can't really say yet. But...something happened to me, Liv. Something I never thought would happen to me. And I'm ready to talk to someone about it."

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage to speak. "Liv, I need to tell you what happened." You could feel Liv's concern as she listened attentively. It felt like she was right there with you, even though you were miles apart. "I was held captive, Liv. For months. I was abused, tortured..." Your voice trailed off as tears welled up in your eyes. It was hard to relive the memories, but you knew you had to tell her. "I escaped, but I'm still dealing with the aftermath. The flashbacks, the panic attacks. It's like I'm still trapped in that place."

After you finish telling Olivia about what happened to you, she takes a deep breath and her voice hardens. "Y/N, I'm so sorry that happened to you. But I want you to know that you don't have to go through this alone. We will get you justice."

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes as she says those words. Justice is something you had never even considered as a possibility before. But with Olivia by your side, it feels as though it's within reach.

"Liv, I don't even know where to start," you say, feeling overwhelmed.

"It's okay, we'll figure it out together," she responds. "I know it's not going to be easy, but we have to try. You deserve justice, Y/N. And we're going to make sure you get it. Come home."

With Olivia's unwavering support, you feel a sense of hope for the first time in months.

You make your way to your car, a new sense of courage overtaking you. As you drove away, you heard the sound of raw and guttural pain carried through the air, distant yet distinct.

You were going to leave it all behind.

You smiled, knowing Liv would do everything she could to make sure you got justice.

Even if justice had already been served.

As you entered the highway, sirens blared past you, you looked at your rearview mirror, the large smoke clouds taking over most of the sky.

Justice had indeed been served.

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Hey everyone! It's been quiteeeee a while since I've posted. It's been hard with life going on and there were days I wasn't sure if I would make it. I was so unmotivated and considered just not writing anymore. Ive found hope in those around me so I hope to come back strong :)

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I broke my phone that had the tag lists so apologies if I miss someone

[noellawrites]

Distance - dark!Sonny Carisi x sibling!reader

summary: your big brother Sonny comes home to visit and finds he has a lot to catch up on.

warnings: incest (kissing and touching), forced touching

notes: reader is gender neutral/no gendered terms, although ‘sweetheart’, ‘kid’, ‘kiddo’ and ‘baby’ are all used as terms of endearment.

requested by and written for @rafaslittleboy ❤️

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You usually kept your distance from your older brother. It was easy most of the time. He had a busy job as an ADA, a girlfriend (whom you didn't like) and her kids in the mix, not to mention the two of you living in completely different boroughs.

Deep down, there was one reason above all others, though. You both loved each other... in a way that wasn't normal for siblings.

When the holidays came around, it was unavoidable. Your siblings brought their kids or step-kids or husbands or partners and you were always just there, alone, listening to your Italian-American family get louder and louder as the night progressed.

And today was definitely not an exception.

The whole family was home celebrating your parents’ wedding anniversary. It was different from the typical family holidays where everyone and their own families came, sharing sleeping bags and blow up mattresses.

"(y/n), are there any boys or girls we should know about?” Gina’s voice cut through the room as the rest of your sisters and your brother turned around to watch your reaction closely. Your family was quite protective and romantic relationships were no exception. You and Bella still talk about how much you hate Amanda behind her back.

“No, I’m not really into the dating scene. I’m too busy with school and work,” you explain. Everyone nods in understanding and goes back to their conversations. All but Sonny, whose gaze lingers on you for another moment.

After dinner, you take a seat on the couch next to your niece, Mia, who was basically the same age as you so it felt weird calling her your niece. Amanda's kids somehow still hadn't run out of energy, so they were running around the kitchen and dining room. You said a silent prayer for your ma's china cabinet.

You nodded along deftly to the discussion, which had recently descended into an argument about having a family vacation next summer. It got hard to fake your interest after a while, so you decided to excuse yourself and go upstairs.

Checking your phone, you realized how late it was. You hoped to god that Amanda wouldn't be staying over. The last time that happened, you had to sleep on the couch while her two daughters got to sleep in your bed.

You crept into Sonny's childhood room, relics of his past still gracing the walls. Old sports trophies, stuffed animals, old toys.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a large book peeking out of his bookshelf. You remembered this vividly: it was one of the Carisi family photo albums.

You inch it off of the shelf and carry it over to Sonny's bed, sitting down on it while flipping open the photo book.

You skimmed through pictures of him as an altar server at your family's church, school field trips, pictures from the Police Academy, old girlfriends, family vacations.

And then you came to the page. The very first image was your mother holding her small bump, looking old and exhausted, pregnant at almost fifty. A twenty-three year old Sonny with his arms around her. You kept flipping. A messy-haired Sonny holding his little infant sibling and looking so proud.

You thought looking through the photos would help you realize how wrong you felt, but the lump in your throat grew. There were so many more photos of you and Sonny.

“Hey kid, what’cha doin’?”

Your heart banged in your chest and you turned your head, seeing your brother leaning against the doorframe.

“I-I’m sorry, Sonny—“ you said, hurriedly shutting the photo album and setting it on the floor.

“Nah, don’t be sorry. I look at ‘em sometimes too, feels like just yesterday I was holdin’ ‘ya in my arms,” he smiles, walking over and sitting next to you on his bed.

Your bodies draw into each other and you instinctively lean into his chest. There was something so special about your big brother, so much comfort in the fact that he’s always been there for you.

“I’m happy ‘ya home, kiddo. I miss seein’ ‘ya,” he smiles, ruffling your hair.

“I miss seeing you too. It’s not the same, living without my big brother,” you sigh.

You look up at your brother. Since he’d been promoted to detective and sent to Manhattan’s Special Victims Unit, you’ve noticed changes in him.

“I miss 'ya too, but it won't be too bad, me livin' in Manhattan. 'Ya always welcome to come 'n stay, kiddo," he says, and you nod, giving him a tight smile.

As you lean back into his chest, you feel his fingers tracing lower, lingering past your waist, in a move disguised as comfort.

"'Ya body's changed a lot since I last saw 'ya. Lookin' real good, kid. Really growin' up," he hums.

A soft blush rises up your cheeks. “That’s what happens when you’re too busy with work to come visit us,” you nudge playfully.

“I’m gonna change that, kiddo. I’m gonna be ‘round here a lot more, gonna make sure I ain’t missin’ nothin’,” he reassures.

You turn and press your face into the soft fabric of Sonny’s dress shirt, inhaling the smell of his woodsy cologne and bergamot laundry detergent.

“Good,” you smile, reaching a finger up to play with one of his shirt buttons.

Sonny looks down at your soothed expression as you toy with his shirt playfully. After stealing a quick glance at the door, he looks down and puts his hand over yours.

“Why don’t we take this off, hm?” he asks, starting to unbutton his shirt from the top.

Now, it was your turn to look at the door, still slightly ajar. Your heart pounded at the thought of one of your family members catching you in such a compromising situation with your brother.

“Go close it, sweetheart,” he orders, placing his hand on your cheek softly. You nod and mechanically obey.

You turn back around to see your big brother leaned back against the headboard, smirking, shirt open to expose his chest and slightly rounded stomach.

“Whatever this is… we shouldn’t be doing it,” you say hesitantly.

“Nah it’ll be our lil’ secret, kiddo. Been wantin’ ‘ya like this f’so long,” he groans.

You glance back to the door, even though you know you’ve already shut and locked it.

All of a sudden, your brother’s hand pulls you onto the bed and into his lap, laughing at your skittishness.

“Kiddo, ain’t nobody gonna hear us, alright? Banged plenty’a chicks in this room ‘n my day,” he laughs, reaching up to cup your cheek. “Jus’ gotta focus on me, hm?”

You lay across his parted legs, both of you shimmying further down the bed so you could lay comfortably on top of him. You could feel his hardening member against your legs and it made you want to curl up and turn away from him.

But you couldn’t.

Your big brother leans up slightly, placing his soft lips on yours. He deepens the kiss and you let out an accidental, blissful moan.

“‘Ya like that, baby?” he asks, amused, one eyebrow cocked.

You lean up to meet his lips and he sticks his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss, touching all over your body as you focus on him.

“Sonny, n-no—“ you gasp, moving his hand away from where it rested, toying with the band of your underwear with his long fingers.

“‘S okay baby, gonna feel good,” he promises, fingers dancing below the elastic and touching your nerve-filled skin.

As Sonny sticks a finger inside your hole, you try to hide your pained, uncomfortable wince.

Sonny leans into your lips again, kissing you passionately and leading you into a heated makeout session. You weren’t quite sure what to do except follow his lead, so you push your hand down to his crotch and rub at his hard cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart!” he hisses, mouth hanging open.

“Is th-this okay?” you squeak, eyes wide.

“God, kiddo, yeah, ‘s more than okay,” he moans, throwing his head back.

You’re not sure what else to do, so you lean down and give him a few soft kisses on his long, open neck.

You’d seen people do that on TV and it seemed to make them feel good, so you figured it couldn’t hurt.

“Pull ‘ma cock out, sweetheart,” he breathes, guiding your fingers to his pants zipper.

“Sonny, I-I don’t know if—“

“C’mon, sweetheart. ‘Ya wanna make ‘ya big brotha’ feel good, right? Wanna make me happy?” he urges.

“I-I guess so,” you say, voice wavering.

As you feel around to grab his cock and pull it out of his boxers, you hear your mom’s voice ring out from downstairs.

“Dessert is ready, everyone!” she calls, immediately causing an uproar from Amanda’s rowdy children and Bella’s little one that you could hear all the way upstairs.

You and Sonny looked at each other, wide-eyed.

“Go downstairs, kid. I gotta take care’a this first. ‘N later, we’ll have s’more fun,” he promises, giving you a dizzying kiss on the lips before nudging you off the bed.

You turn and walk to the door, your brother behind you jerking his cock off with labored breaths.

You opened the door, walked through and closed it behind you, knowing nothing would ever be the same between you.

[altsvu]

Hi lovely! If you're still taking prompt requests, “Should I slow down?” and/or “No need to rush—we have all night.” with everyone's favorite cannoli Carisi 😍

too fast… or not fast enough

pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader

prompts used: “Should I slow down? and “No need to rush— we have all night” from the inexperienced smut prompts!

wc: 360

summary: relieving stress with sonny is something you enjoyed, fast or slow.

cw: smut (oral - fem receiving, p in v)

a/n: thank you anon!! this was TOO fun to write considering i don’t really write smut in this context (if that makes sense lol). i didn’t forget about your request, i just got busy with school! also lowkey my summary is trash

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“Sonny, you’re so irresistible.”

“Good, that’s how I want to be.”

That night had been one of many times you were intimate with Sonny.

It was like an escape from reality; he was stressed, you were stressed… what better way to release that stress right?

One night when the two of you were relieving stress, Sonny wanted to switch things up just a little bit, but he was having a little too much fun. He was going in on your cunt with his lips and you didn’t want him to stop. He looked up at you to watch how you were taking his mouth.

“Should I slow down?” Sonny asked.

“You’re going at the right pace, honey.” you moaned out.

“Good to know.” He smiled and continued devouring every inch of you.

A few nights later, the two of you just so happened to relieve stress once again. Only this time was different.

Sonny seemed to be more agitated than normal when he came home from work, so you had figured it was just a bad day. Over dinner, he told you why he was agitated and also stated that you were the only person that could help him get over it.

You knew exactly what that meant.

Because Sonny was in this state of agitation, he was fast and rough with you. Not that you didn’t like it, you were just feeling a more sensual night with him.

He took off your clothes in damn near one swift motion, laid you on your back, and pounded into you like there was no tomorrow.

“No need to rush— we have all night.” You stifled in between moans.

Sonny stopped and the two of you shared a moment together.

“Remember, you also mentioned you were off tomorrow. Let’s take our time, go slow, feel each other. Do you want to do that instead?” You added.

“You’re right baby, let’s do that. I’m sorry for being rough, I-“

You placed a finger on his lips, then ran a hand all over his bare body.

“A bad day happens, it’s okay. Just know I’m here to relieve any of those… feelings you have.”

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[narcissuslecter]

HEY BABES!!!

it's me, your fave internet menace, will graham smokes truther, barisi angst writer, who hasn't been writing and hasn't been posting! my life got super crazy busy and i have had literally noooo time to write :(

but i have been writing little bits and ideas here and there. for all u angsty barisi babes thank u so much for reading <3 im writing chapter 3 rn and i hope to have it out soon!

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[pascalispretty]

Sonny Carisi and the cabin/camping prompt ♥️

summertime, and the livin' is easy

Sonny Carisi x F!Reader

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1.6k

Tags: fluff, vacation Sonny, implied friends to lovers, Sonny being adorable, Sonny being a hypochondriac

Summary: Sonny has special plans for your anniversary. (ao3)

A/N: Written as a request for @storiesofsvu's birthday bingo, filling the square 'Camping/Cabin Retreat'!

Though it was well into the evening, the sun still shone brightly as Sonny led you outside. The cabin that the two of you had rented for the long weekend backed onto a pretty lake, surrounded by trees. It was a postcard-perfect place, one that you had happily agreed to renting as soon as Sonny had forwarded you the link.

Sonny, being Sonny, found a way to improve upon perfection.

He had packed you off to shower with the promise of plans for dinner, and he had certainly delivered. The little stone-flagged terrace at the back of the cabin has been cleared, the patio furniture shifted to the sides and the chairs liberated of their cushions. Just beyond, on the grass between the terrace and the jetty, Sonny has spread blankets and pillows out for a picnic.

Calling it a picnic is a disservice, really. There are citronella candles staked into the grass to keep bugs away, and a champagne bucket cooling in the middle of the blankets. There’s already a charcuterie board laid out as a starter, covered with a glass cloche to protect it from insects. Before you can take a step further towards his carefully laid-out display, you turn and throw your arms around his neck.

“You did all this for me?” You ask into his shoulder, holding him close against you. One of his large hands comes to rest between your shoulder blades, his bare skin on yours making you shiver in spite of the heat.

“Of course I did. Happy anniversary, Doll.”

“You’re making my scrapbooking efforts look bad.” With the cost of the cabin, the two of you had agreed not to buy one another gifts to commemorate the two-year anniversary of your first date. You had, instead, emptied the keepsake box under your bed out and pasted everything – ticket stubs and flower petals and Polaroids – into a book that you’d given him earlier that day.

“I couldn’t ever make that look bad, Doll. I still can’t believe you kept all that,” he says softly, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “C’mon, let’s sit down before the ice melts.”

The two of you take your seats on the cushions pilfered from the patio furniture, your sundress riding up past your knees as you sit. You can’t help but notice Sonny stealing a glance at the glimpse of your thigh on display, narrowly missing his own nose with the pop of the champagne cork. Instead it flies over his shoulder, landing somewhere behind him in the grass. You can’t help but giggle at the look of surprise on Sonny’s face, and soon enough he’s laughing along with you.

Still giggling, he pours you both a glass of champagne. You take a moment just to admire him as he pours; the flex of his hand around the neck of the bottle, the way his Fordham t-shirt stretches over his shoulders, the lock of hair falling across his forehead. Handsome and kind and thoughtful; you wonder sometimes how you ever got so lucky.

The food is, as always, delicious. You’ll never get tired of Sonny’s cooking, his ability to make even basic meals taste incredible. You’re not sure you’ll ever be over his garlic bread, which you had pronounced as ‘better than sex’ before you started dating and which had earned you a flushed look from Sonny.

He leaves you with the last of the prosciutto roses, heading back into the cabin to fetch the main course. You nearly squeal with childlike glee when you realise what he’s made for dinner, barely resisting the urge to grab the serving bowl from him as he settles back down on the blankets.

“I cannot believe you made penne alla vodka. Did you really get all that from the farmer’s market?” You ask in disbelief as he spoons it onto your plate. He had left you browsing the cute bookstore in town while he went shopping for food earlier, but you hadn’t thought he’d bought this much. It smells mouth-watering, topped with just the right amount of cheese. You dig in with indecent haste once Sonny passes the plate to you, a soft smile on his handsome face.

“Nah. I made the sauce before we came and brought a jar with me. And the pasta is store-bought.” Before Sonny, you would never have thought of having any other kind of pasta. Now, it’s not unusual for you to come home to Sonny with flour on his cheek, kneading away at dough to slice into neat noodles or perfect squares for ravioli.

It’s not the most complicated dish he makes, but it’s one he knows you like. He made it the very first time he cooked for you after you’d finally started dating. Much later he had confessed to elaborate plans for a veal dish that hadn’t worked; the penne alla vodka had been a last-minute replacement, and you had loved it all the same.

The conversation comes in fits and starts as you both eat your pasta. Sonny has plans for an early morning run around the lake tomorrow, which means you have plans to come down with a headache tomorrow morning. The sun slowly sinks lower in the sky, casting longer shadows and turning everything soft and golden.

You both have to take a breather after dinner. Sonny reclines back against the cushions, his long legs sprawled out in front of him.

“Maybe we should leave this set up,” he says, stretching out. “I could take a nap out here.”

“It’s very comfortable. Be nice to read out here.”

“Maybe we should do that after dinner. It’ll probably still be light out,” Sonny suggests, his shirt riding up just enough to give you a glimpse of his stomach. He sits back up, rearranging his legs underneath him.

“Can you do me a favour please, Doll?” He asks, rubbing his side. “Could you grab my water bottle from the refrigerator? I think I need a break from the champagne.”

“Of course! I’ll be right back.” Stuffed full as you are, it takes you a moment longer to stand than perhaps it should. In the interests of saving time, you grab the pasta dishes and take them inside on your way, stacking them by the sink to worry about later. Grabbing Sonny’s water, you return outside, the grass soft under your bare feet.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Sonny smiles gratefully up at you before taking a sip of water. “Oh hey, that candle behind you has gone out.” You’re already sat back down, so you half-turn to see what he’s talking about. The citronella candle staked in the grass a foot or so away from you has indeed gone out.

“Here, you should relight it. I’d hate for you to get bit.” He hands you a long lighter, and you roll your eyes as you turn around to light it. It’s far enough away that you have to get on your knees, your back to Sonny as to try to produce a flame from the lighter.

“More like you don’t wanna get bit. I’ve told you before Sonny, you can’t get malaria in New York.” Finally, a flame appears at the tip of the lighter, and you relight the tall candle. Satisfied that the fire has caught, you start to turn around. “There, are you-” You freeze midsentence. While you were turned around, Sonny moved.

He’s on one knee in front of you, an open ring box in his hand.

“Sonny-?” You start, your brain not quite catching up to the image in front of you.

“I had a whole speech planned out. About- about all the little things I love about you, and how even when we were just friends I was crazy in love with you. And how much I love the way my family loves you, even when you help my sisters pick on me. I don’t know, I guess I shoulda written it down, but – I love you so much, Doll. More than anything. And I wanna spend the rest of my life doing that, so will you marry me?”

Sonny’s beautiful blue eyes look glassy with emotion, his breath catching just enough for you to notice.

“Oh, Sonny-” Your stupid, traitorous voice cracks, and you furiously rub your prickling eyes. “Dominick Carisi, of course I’ll marry you.”

He nearly drops the ringbox in his haste to pull you close, and you go eagerly into his arms. His kisses are frantic, peppering your lips, your cheek, your temple. It’s only when one of you manages to knock over one of the champagne glasses that you come back to yourselves, laughing as you try to soak up the spill with napkins.

“I think you’re supposed to put that on my finger,” you say teasingly, unable to keep the gigantic smile off your face. Sonny’s dimples are on full display as he takes the ring from the box and slides it onto your finger. It’s a beautiful ring; it looks vintage, and something you’ll gladly wear for the rest of your life.

Through a mix of laughter and tears, you grab Sonny’s hand and squeeze tightly.

“I can’t believe you!” You exclaim, a worried look flitting briefly across his face. “We said we weren’t gonna buy each other an anniversary present!”

“This isn’t an anniversary present, Doll, it’s an engagement ring. It doesn’t count as a gift.”

“God, spoken like a lawyer,” you say, having to rub your eyes again to chase away any lingering tears. Rather than continuing to sit opposite him on the blanket, you move to sit beside him, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around your shoulders.

“You’ll have to get used to it. You’re gonna be married to one,” he says, pleased. You tilt your head up to kiss him again, softly and slowly. When you finally break apart, you bring up your hand to cup his jaw, engagement ring glinting in the light of the sunset.

“I can’t wait to be married to you.”

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