#sonny drabbles

[elsfairy]

okay but “trying” to push sevika away while she’s fingering you but it just makes her fuck you harder

like omgggg 😖

oh 😳 (ty for reviving me for my Sevika arc, i love you so bad)

you’ve lost count of how long you’ve been sprawled out on her bed, both sets of clothes discarded into one of the corners of her bedroom, you weren’t really sure where, but you also weren’t in the mood to care. The only things you were caring about and thinking of were the feeling of her lips around your clit and the fingers that have been buried in your cunt for god knows how long. She knows you and your body like the back of her hand— better than you know yourself really. Sevika knew which spots had you trembling, which parts to kiss that would have you whimpering at her touch. She took time to understand how your body worked, and what you liked and disliked. “You taste so good, Sweetheart” She murmurs, voice slightly muffled.

It wasn’t until her fingers brushed and curled against a certain spot that always had you gasping, that your fingers pulled harder at her hair, your thighs clenching around her head and your mouth opened as she pulled yet another round of whines from you. She was quick to smirk against your cunt, and it had you wanting to roll your eyes at her cockiness but your hands always had a mind of their own, already trying to push her away from you, your legs loosening around her head. “Too much—” she’s had you on this bed for a while, so you’re not really sure how many times she’s pulled an orgasm out of you but you were starting to feel more and more sensitive as the seconds passed.

She has always been addicted to you and your taste so she was having none of it, like usual. The woman was also quicker than you, so she was able to pin your thigh down onto the bed without a problem, nails creating crescent moon indents on your skin. Her grey eyes that staring up at you like she was hunting you. “Stop moving, you taste so good and i can’t get enough of you, let me enjoy you, Sweet”

And just like that her mouth was back on your clit, fingers back in your cunt, where she would gladly have them all the time if she could, in just a matter of seconds. The hand still pinning down your thigh and her pace was almost borderline brutal— her pace never faltered even with the amount of times you started squirming under her, pulling at her hair, and gripping at the sheets. It’s pathetically embarrassing to you, how the sound of your cunt fills your ears, her greedy moans coming to a close second. Sevika was simply doing everything in her power to keep tearing those sounds from you until it was the only thing she would ever remember. She was so fuckin’ greedy for more.

“Told you to stop moving, i just wanted to give my girl something nice but you had to act all bratty”

[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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[ameliora-j]

tbh id let Carisi (Peter) bury his dick so deep in which ever hole of mine he chooses, no regrets. id let him pound me so hard all day every day til i cant walk. i know he’d take care of me after. he just seems to be that kind of guy to make you cum again and again and again, your pussy and clit all swollen but he wont stop even if youre begging him too because he gets a kick out of the way you pulsate and shake and twitch. and lets be real the only man to ever make you squirt is him 🔥

GOD BLESS U BITCH CUS IM CREAMING SO HARD RN !!!!!!

he likes the way you cry when he’s hurting your pussy with pleasure ꃋ his cock buried deep in your gummy walls, repeatedly pressing against your gspot as tears of pained pleasure cascade down your cheeks. he licks them away, chuckling meanly as he plays with your swollen little clit. “again” he growls lowly in your ear.

and you know he wants you to cum again, but you’ve already done so at least seven times, you don’t know you’ve lost count. sonny’s on orgasm number three and you’re wondering how the hell he has so much stamina as your body begins to curl in on itself. your cunt is pulsing and clenching around him so nicely that he’s letting out the prettiest moans as he fucks you harder. “wanna see it all, pretty slut” he whispers.

and you’re not sure what he means until the band snaps and your orgasm is spraying from your abused cunt like a fountain. your breath gets stuck in your throat as you choke over a loud moan. he rubs your clit faster to make it spray even more than it already had, soaking both your bodies in your massive amount of squirt as he pumps your cunt full of his cum. “y’make the prettiest messes, baby” he mumbles as he kisses you.

[moon068]

ACCOUNTS AND THEIR MASTERLISTS

NOTE:

I will update it continuously once new accounts and fanfics are posted.

I ONLY COMPILED ALL THE FANFICS THE ACCOUNTS HAVE POSTED.

UPDATED: 03/07/2023

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[moonlbabe]

sonsational

[writingmeraki]

[ 11: 37 ]

a son heungmin drabble!

genre : fluff, pinch of angst.

pairing : son heungmin x gn!reader, strangers to ???.

warnings : mentions of heartbreak indirectly, slight cussing, stupid choices (pls don't stay out in pouring rain nor run through rain.)

author's note : here is a small little drabble i came up with today hehe ^^ ! sonny deserves sm love and I really liked writing this ngl :D anyways hope you like it as well 🤎!!!

word count : 1.6k

The rain was pouring hard on the earth as though mother nature itself seemed to be upset. It poured angrily and harshly. Mercilessly.

In a way even though it left no mercy for whoever decided to face it head-on, it wrapped a sort of serene comfort around many, sad souls would find comfort in knowing the sky is mourning with them, for them. Happy souls could find joy in the lines the raindrops left on windows, the little puddles that were always the best to jump in. It was as if the rain was meant for everyone and it truly was.

Humans and their little joys in life.

You smiled up at the sky as you stood there, waiting under a shelter because you had missed your bus due to staying at the library longer than usual to finish your final psychology essay.

You were glad you did grab an umbrella before you left the house that day but it still seemed as though the fury of the earth had not yet calmed and you knew your umbrella stood no chance in a war against the harsh droplets of rain.

Your eyes scanned your surrounding ahead of you and you raised an eyebrow when you saw something or rather someone sitting on a bench a bit further away.

Huh? How did I miss them? You thought as you wondered how you completely missed a human but then you realized it was probably your tired state.

You looked at your expensive and rather beautiful,black watch which your best friend, Heechan, had gotten for you as a present even though you insisted you didn't need such an expensive gift.

'11:37' it read and you looked up at the stranger again wondering why they'd be sitting outside in such a downfall at the late hours of the night.

As you took in their figure, you realized it was a man.

You began to notice his body language and it seemed...

It seemed like he was down.

You found irony as to how his sullen mood seemed to have matched the equally sullen weather.

You should follow the stranger danger rule, your mother had always taught you that. It was something you obeyed even till now, when you were a fully grown twenty three year old human being.

Yet you couldn't help but want to at least figure out why he'd been sitting in the pouring rain, with his narrowed eyes, you think it was probably from the droplets entering his eyes and him trying to keep them open.

And for once it seemed as though your gut agreed with your initial thoughts and you being sensible you decided to just go with it.

As you opened up your umbrella, you still mentally prepared to become soaked even though you prayed to the heavens to have a bit of empathy for you.

You began walking towards him slowly yet firmly, careful so as to not slip and have to have an embarrassing first impression on a complete stranger.

The water puddles splashed against your feet as you cringed at the way your long pants began feeling more and more wet making you now have second guesses as to whether it was really worth it to confront the stranger.

Son Heungmin had been sitting on the bench physically being present at the place, his clothes being drenched showing no emotions on his face as he stared at well...nothing.

Yet his mind seemed to have been doing all the hard work, contemplating, questioning, wandering as a million different thoughts flew around it yet the most prominent one stood.

Why?

A simple yet heavy question that laid on the tip of his tongue but it seemed it was as if his mouth protested against letting out any sort of sound so the question just laid on his tongue and mind feeling more and more weighty as time passed by.

Suddenly before he could even make out how there stood a figure infront of him his body seemed to have realised it firstly when it felt no more of the strident downpour on it.

It took him a second to focus on the pair of shoes in front of him and his gaze immediately moved upwards.

You stood there holding the umbrella barely being able to cover the both of you but you would rather it cover the strange man more due to just the purity of your heart even though your mind did rationalise it was pointless seeing he was already soaked but hey at least it was still something right?

Beautiful.

Was the first actual thought that had made sense to him since the entire day as he scanned your face. And it was true, you were indeed a beautiful person with delicate yet sharp features, lips that now barely had your favourite strawberry flavoured chapstick, eyes that seemed tired yet held a sort of concern which made Sonny's broken heart race as he realised it was towards him.

"Hey, uh not to sound rude or anything but are you actually planning your own death sir?!"

You said in a loud voice to make sure he had heard you through the sounds of splattering, your voice though loud was laced with concern as you were now fully able to see him.

Pretty.

Was your first thought when he looked up at you and you saw his facial features, even though his hair was wet, it seemed to be in a perfectly elegant style with a few strands poking out, and oh God.

His face. It was not like you had never seen anyone attractive in your life, you'd even go as far as saying you even dated a few attractive ones but he seemed to have literally looked like he came out of some sort of fairytale.

His eyes though, you thought were the prettiest. They seemed to have so many emotions swirling through them and under the dim street light you could make out a deep brown colour.His lips were a shade of rosy pink which made them look so ki-

You cleared your throat and once again prayed to your body to not let the warmth your heart was feeling rush to your cheeks.

Mentally cussing at your thoughts regarding a damn stranger, an attractive one, you asked once again

"Hey! I ask-"

"No." He replied to your previous question more firmly than he thought as though he was obligated to answer making you frown a bit at his snappy tone.

He registered your small frown and realised it sounded rude so he quickly cleared his throat and followed "Uh- i mean no, i am fine, t-thank you for asking."

He told softly as he looked away before he could feel his breathing increasing from staring at the small unknowingly pout which had formed on your face.

Fuck.

He didn't even know you but he still found you so...cute?

"You don't seem fine, and I'm not meaning to be protruding your...your space but just a suggestion, you should probably sit under the shelter if you're going to want to sulk more."

You put your free hand over your mouth quickly after registering what you had said in the end and immediately apologized

"SHI- I didn't mean-"

The man let out a chuckle at your kind yet blunt words and it seemed as though for a moment he forgot why he had been sitting there in the first place finding a sense of comfort from your kind eyes and warmly actions, as he replied

"Well since you so kindly asked, sure I'd love to sit there."

He finished with a small genuine smile knowing you were probably feeling awkward, hoping it'd convey the message he wanted to mentally.

And it seemed as though it did when you felt your own small smile forming as you saw how his eyes turned into tiny crescent moons as his cheeks slightly bunched up

"Sadly this umbrella isn't big enough for the both of us, how about a little sprinting?"

Hesitantly yet slowly you reached your hand out as to lift him up so you at least you'd both be able to stay under the small umbrella comfortably.

Raising an eyebrow at your hand, he thought oh what the heck as he placed his large hand in yours and it seemed as though it was meant to fit as cliche as it sounds as he tightened his hand because it felt more slippery from the rain.

Never in your life did you think you'd willingly hold hands with a stranger but here you were staring right into his softened gaze as you stared back for a few seconds before once again clearing your throat and moving to step beside him as you still held his hand by your side.

You turned your head towards him and said

"On the count of three, we make a run for it?"

He nodded registering your words and slowly a small grin once again formed on his face as he realised you two seemed like teenagers in a typical romcom film.

And you shared the same thought unknowingly as you began with a giddy grin

"one, two, THREE!"

You both made a run for it, trying to keep up with each other, tightly holding onto each other's hands and you couldn't help but laugh because it just felt like a typical scene from a cliche romcom.

Sonny didn't hold back his own laughter as he found yours to be contagious and sweet, he wanted to hear it over and over again.

You took a glance at him when you heard him laugh, feeling a bit better when it seemed as though his mood had changed and were quite proud of yourself, you'll admit.

And as you both reached the shelter, you put down your umbrella and stood to take a breath, you both looked at each other and you couldn't help but chuckle even more as you realised the umbrella seemed to be pointless when you touched your slightly wet forehead.

And in that moment, as he stood there with a complete stranger, Sonny seemed to have completely forgotten about his broken heart and he wished, oh he wished for you to be able to stay just a little longer.

Enough for it to heal back again so he can maybe one day be the reason for your beautiful laughter.

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri. do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest.

writingmeraki Ⓒ 2022

[luvxiem]

needy

word count ! idk i'm writing this on my phone pairing ! sonny x gn!reader (maybe ooc) genre ! fluff 🥹 angst if u squint song ! this is how you fall in love | jeremy zucker

"babe?"

reaching up to take off one side of his headphones, your boyfriend looks over his shoulder to see you standing in the doorway of his at-home office. you're clad in a large sweatshirt (it was his, actually) and plaid pajama pants, wringing your hands absentmindedly as you glance around the room.

pushing his headphones off completely and setting them down on his desk, sonny swivels his chair to face you and pats his thighs invitingly. you immediately pad your way over and climb onto his lap, swinging your leg over his. draping your arms over his shoulders and nuzzling your face into his neck, you breathe in his scent and let out a happy sigh.

sonny wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, holding you to his chest. he lets his hands slip underneath your sweatshirt and rubs your bare skin gently with his thumbs.

"you alright baby?" your boyfriend asks, leaving a lingering kiss on your temple. you give him a quiet hum in response.

"...just missed you, 's all," you mumble against his skin. you can't see it but sonny's face softens at your words. he shifts slightly to get into a more comfortable position before reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"i'm sorry i was so busy today," he apologizes, letting his arm fall back down to its previous spot. "there was a lot of paperwork that i had to finish before i go back in tomorrow."

"it's ok," you reassure him. "i know your job is important to you." sonny frowns at this, however. pushing your shoulder gently so that you're sitting up, he cups your cheek and stares at you.

"you're important to me too. much more important than work, that's for sure," he argues. you flush at his words, not expecting the sudden declaration but you appreciate it anyways.

you reach up and cover his hand in your own, leaning into his warm palm. he rubs your cheekbone gently with his thumb and your eyes slip shut as you savor the feeling.

"i love you," you say softly, opening your eyes halfway to look at your boyfriend with clear adoration in your gaze. sonny blushes slightly—his heart still flutters at hearing those words despite how long the two of you have been together—and leans forward to press his lips against yours.

the kiss is soft—innocent, almost—yet it conveys every emotion and thought that hasn't been spoken and is filled with so much love it spreads warmth throughout your entire body.

sonny pulls away first, hooded eyes meeting your own as he rests his forehead against yours.

"i love you too."

WRITTEN ! 082422

[ashurzs]

"JEALOUS? PFFT... NO!"

a nijisanji en drabble !!

gn!reader, fluffy fluff(i think..), jus a simple drabble :3

warnings? none !

- in where their partner gets hit on while enjoying a peaceful date!

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SONNY BRISKO was just happily enjoying his time with you in a simple cafe, he had an off day and wanted to spend it with you!

"yeah no haha,, tomorrow i'll probably just be streaming- oh! have you seen that new ga-"

"are you guys ready to place an order?"

the waiter had abruptly cut him off, not he minded though. he had only payed attention to the obvoius fact that when he said "guys" he clearly only meant you, evident with the way he was staring at you.

sonny in response rolled his eyes, but he refused to say anything. he was quite.. unsure if he should piss off a waiter. "what if they spit in your drink or something!" was what you had said to him one late night while cuddling, he was quick to brush it off but now..

as soon as the waiter left with his smile, sonny was quick to try and get your attention back on him. "anyway.. hey maybe after this we head home?" the way he subtly bit the inside of his mouth made your brain come up with an answer as to why his mood seemed to have faltered.

- with a smirk you leaned forward and gave him the biggest doe eyes you could muster, "oooh.. i smell jealousy..~

- he's quick to deny, his eyebrows quick to lower. "jealous? pfft.."

- a small silence comes over him before a quiet "no.." comes out.

- smiling softly, your quick to remind him that he's the only one fitted for you. the only blondie that you'd ever love. and that you'd choose him over any other forms of egg

- ".. is it because my nam-"

- "yes, it's because of your name baby."

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LUCA KANESHIRO had brought you to the local mall, offering to buy everything AND hold anything you needed him to! you tried to tell him constantly that it's okay and that you can pay for yourself and hold your things, he just refused to budge!

"can we go in here? we should get matching bracelets!"

you look back up at him and you see his eyes visibly widen as a soft tint of read paints across his face. "y-yeah.. let's."

giggling, you hold his free hand and drag it into the nearest jewelry store. stopping as soon as you come into the just, oh-so-cute bracelets that were had just a tint of gold in them. "luc' look!" "they look nice yeah.."

his answer seemed so dull to the thoughts rushing into his head.. holding your hand as the bracelets stay near eachother, kissing the back of your palm as he sees the bracele-

"ah you do have quite the eye!" a woman with her brown hair down comes over to you, smiling softly. "as expected from someone so pretty looking~"

luca immediately clears his throat, looking at the woman directly in her eye. "oh! i apologize,, you must be their partner.. anyway,, the bracelet.."

- luca quickly payed for the bracelets before walking out with you.

- noticing the silence, you decide to speak up "i'm not interested in her luc'"

- he glances in your direction before looking back forward, "i know that"

- "so why are you jealous hm?" a giggle escapes your lips, the lips that he wants to oh-so kiss to just shut up before he explodes.

- "jealous? pfft! no! why would i be?" he laughs, but the laughter is short lived before he goes silent and looks down.

- "..." you smile before grabbing his hand to intertwine, the bracelets clinking together. "you're the only one for me luc, i promise."

- he stays silent, but you know that his face is red <3.

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asher's notes!

- aussie aussie aussie oi oi oi

[creepling]

PLS give us more christmas morning johnny/sissy, i need to hear more of them antagonizing the entire friend group 🙏

realizing i left out connie and sonny, and @hauntedjohnny made a good point of them sitting in gay silence, so let's dabble on that...

because to be fair, the whole relationship drama doesn't concern them. they seen it a mile away, leland makes it a little too obvious at times. connie found it stupid, and was prepared to step in for julie if things got awkward. but now, she's lying there, petrified.

sonny's head is all over the place, staring off into space as the chaos consumes his ears. leland liked julie? all this time? and he didn't bring it up? they were suppose to be best friends, they could trust each other with their secrets. guilt riddled him from the first gut reaction he felt; shame. the sinking of his stomach causing a wave of nausea. just when he thought he could one day tell his secret, with a few hail marys and our fathers, just when sonny believed his friend was a guiding light; a shoulder to carress. the bridge of trust is shattered. he can't look leland in the eye as johnny grips his face, the noises from him like nails on a chalkboard.

"what about you two, huh? feeling left out on all the fun?" johnny mocked, gesturing to sonnie, "you especially looked pissed about it."

sissy crouches down to connie's eye level, forcing her hardened stare onto hers. studying the distance in her eyes, pale blue drowning in tears. sissy cooes and surprisingly wipes away her tears with a gentle touch. "maybe you were just too shy for 'em, suga. guys don't like shy, it's too borin' for 'em."

compared to leland, connie's screams are silent. her longing stare shifting back to julie as sissy gets up and leaves her in sorrow. julie never doubted her quietness, never.

[onsunnyside]

So I stumbled over this and I just... Can you imagine cam daddy!Ari and shy!reader, coaxing her to do a stream with him, just so he can show off those big hands? Reader would be doing him such a big favour, her face won't be in it, he'll just touch her a little, "That's fine, right, bunny? Can you do this favour for me, I promise I'll be gentle..." (he adds "at first" quietly to himself because MMMPH he'd go wild for her eventually)

this is going in the fic 😵‍💫 what if I just… post the masterlist so all the asks are easy to find 🌚 totally not bc the fic is coming soon

it's the first time you're on camera, but you aren't showing your face. Just dressed in a cozy sweater and fuzzy socks, biting on the hem of your sweater to hold it up and "show everyone your pretty cunt, baby." You watch yourself through the screen, you can't read the comments without your glasses so Ari does it for you: "they're talking about how cute you sound, how small you are compared to me... someone asked if I have to force myself into your little hole."

"H-He does..." You manage, whining when he pushes away your hand to rub your swollen nub, his fingers slowly thrusting into you, "he sometimes goes slow, but I-I like it when it hurts."

"She cries when it's just the tip—it's 'cause I tease her." His beard brushes your cheek, his lips pressing soft kisses along your tear-stained skin, "she's just my little baby, my sweet dummy. Crying when daddy won't fuck you, rubbing your face all over my cock when you're needy," he laughs at a comment, "yeah, yeah, she gets real dumb. Can't even remember her own name."

He curls his fingers and hits that spot, and you cry out, your sweater dropping from your mouth. You almost fall over right there, but his other arm keeps you up and pinned against his bare chest.

"No, you won't see her like that tonight. This is just a test run, seeing if she likes it." He talks as if you aren't there, trembling on his fingers and making the most pathetic sounds. He lifts your sweater and places it between your teeth again, giving the viewers that filthy view of your drippy pussy, "and you like it, baby? You like all these people watching you cum all over daddy's fingers?"

[pascalispretty]

Hi, how about some Sonny Carisi with the prompt 'tell me what you want' please?!?! Thankyou 💛

For you, anything! Explicit content below the cut: dirty talk, drinking, references to sex.

The music is too loud, the room is too hot, and Sonny Carisi is too far away from you. 

It’s not for lack of trying. He has you pressed against the doorframe as he kisses you, the hard wood digging into your back as he tries to get closer to you. His forearm rests against the doorjamb, supporting his weight and framing you with his body. 

In the other room, the party is showing no sign of slowing down. One of Sonny’s innumerable cousins is celebrating their engagement with what can only be described as a rager, now that the parents and grandparents have left. Booze is flowing freely, and you’re fairly certain Sonny is having to turn a blind eye to a decent amount of drugs, judging by the pupils of some of the guests. 

The two of you had stuck to booze and had only come into the kitchen in the first place to get a refill. Somehow that had translated into making out against the door that led to the garage, hoping that the refrigerator more or less hid you from the rest of the party. 

When Sonny’s free hand leaves your waist to slide beneath your shirt, you reluctantly break the kiss. 

“If you wanna do more than kiss, then we’re gonna have to relocate,” you manage, your eyelashes fluttering closed as Sonny trails burning-hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck. 

“It’s 2AM, and everyone is wasted. Nobody’s gonna notice where my hands are, doll,” he whispers against your neck, his breath against your skin making you shiver. Sonny lifts his head to try and kiss you again, and it feels like a huge demonstration of self-control on your part when you rest your hand against his chest and stop him. 

“Book us an Uber,” you tell him, hooking your finger into the open neck of the black button-down he’s wearing. “Take me home. I wanna do more than just make out in your cousin’s kitchen.” Sonny gives you an amused smirk, barely backing away from you as he takes his phone out of his pocket. 

“You do, do you?” He asks, his eyes flicking from your face to the phone as he books a car. You feel like you can’t catch your breath, the oppressive heat and noise of the party a few feet away nothing compared to the way Sonny is looking at you. “Seven minutes away,” he says after a moment, slipping the phone back into his jeans pocket. 

“What could we possibly do for seven minutes?” You ask coyly, and he responds by leaning back in, pressing his thigh between yours. The friction is shocking; all the blood in your body rushes south so quickly that your head spins. 

“I wanna hear more about what more you want to do,” Sonny whispers, the way his voice dips lower making you shiver. “C’mon, we’ve got seven minutes. Tell me what you want.” He ducks his head again to kiss and nip at your neck, and you’re not sure you’ll even last the seven minutes, let alone the time it’ll take to drive from here to Sonny’s apartment. 

“I want you,” you try, and you nearly faint when he chuckles into your neck. A laugh has no right to be that sexy. 

“I knew that already, doll. I wanna hear specifics. All the dirty things my baby wants to do.” 

“God, you’re so mouthy when you’re drunk. More than usual.” You tell him, anchoring your hands to his shoulders. It’s not a complaint; you love hearing him run his mouth. You swear you can feel him smile against the side of your neck before he presses another burning kiss to the delicate skin. Taking a shuddering breath in, you try to organise your thoughts. 

“I wish I wasn’t feeling so impatient. If I was in a more patient mood, I’d want you to eat me out.” You say, adding a dreamy sigh for effect. “You’re so good at it.” 

“Thank you, baby.” He still sounds amused, and it only increases your desire to turn the tables on him, even just a little. 

“Oh, ‘s true. But as much as I love that mouth of yours, I really just want your cock right now. I want you to bend me over something and fuck me until I can’t think,” you manage after a moment, gratified by the way Sonny’s hands jerk on your waist. “The table, the back of the sofa, I don’t care. On my hands and knees in your bed.” His tongue traces a line up your throat to the hinge of your jaw. “All- all I want to be able to think about is you inside me. You always make me feel so full, so close to you…”

“Is that all?” He asks as you slide one of your hands down from his shoulders to ghost over the crotch of his jeans. 

“Depending on how much we sober up on the ride home, I might even let you put it in my ass.” 

It’s almost comical, the way Sonny suddenly stands bolt-upright. 

“Let’s go wait outside for the car.” He says, grabbing your hand. “I wanna get you home as soon as possible.”

Taglist: @misscharlielulu, @avengersfan25

[altsvu]

Hello! How about 7. “I’ll talk you through it, okay?” with Sonny for your smutty drabbles 😏?

Thank you!

talk through it

pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader

prompt used: “I’ll talk you through it, okay?” from the inexperienced smut prompts!

wc: 362

summary: sonny talks you through your first time doing it with him.

cw: losing v-card, smut, sweet talking

a/n: thank you for this!! i love writing for sonny 🤭

law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!

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The first time is always the most special one.

But you wanted it to be with the right one.

You weren’t traditional in any way, you just never got the opportunity or the time to think about that. You were all about your career, family, and friends.

But when you met Sonny, that changed.

He saw a different side of you that no one else in your life had saw. He made you feel safe, he loved you for you, no strings attached. After 2 years of exclusively dating, you felt like he was the one, and he thought the same about you too.

One night, the two of you decided that it was the night.

The special night.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked after a quick make out session on the bed.

“Well, I’m scared. I haven’t done anything. Ever.”

Sonny smiled softly and held you closer to him.

“I’ll talk you through it, okay?”

“Okay, you whispered.

He helped you out of your clothes and you helped him out of his.

He instructed you to lie back against the pillows and let him work his magic on you. You did as you were told, then he ended up between your legs.

He kissed your inner thighs, inching up to your pussy. Two fingers touched your labia and slowly pushed inside of you and you let out a moan. Sonny was rubbing circles on your pearl and you felt a tingling sensation.

While doing this, Sonny talked you through it like he said he would. He praised you too, calling you an angel and the like.

“Take it from me.” You whispered.

“What’s that, darling?”

“I- I want you inside me.”

Sonny got up, put on a condom, and leveled with your opening.

“This might feel uncomfortable, but I’m right here, and you can tell me at any time if you want to stop, okay?”

You nodded in response.

Sonny planted a kiss on your lips and slowly pushed in. He checked in with you and made sure you were okay, but all you could do was stifle moans. It felt so good.

Your first time was definitely special.

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taglist: @storiesofsvu @averyhotchner @ssaic-jareau @blackbeautifulqueen @detective-giggles @lapaquerette @itsjustmyfantasyroom @happyt0exist

[ameliora-j]

thinking of doing that one tiktok trend where the kid and mom prank the dad w sonny and ur son when you guys are older and fully settled into ur family dynamic (or anyone tbh)

“nicky, come get your backpack n put it in your room!” (i imagine his name is dominick carisi iii) you call upstairs to your son one night as you’re preparing dinner and sonny is preparing a closing argument. your daughter and the twins are in on the joke—the eight year old girl recording on your phone as the four year old brother and sister duo play with their toys on the floor. when the twelve year old doesn’t reply, you call once more: “nicky!”

to which the boy calls “oh my god ma shut up! i’m playin’ the game!” and you don’t even blink before sonny is beside you, calling a booming: “what the hell did you just say to your mother?” accent thickening with anger.

nicky is silent, and you know your son well enough to know he’s holding back a laugh. “dominick carisi the third get your ass down here right now and repeat to me what you just said to your mother!”

and the one moment you’re more than happy your son got your attitude is when he calls back “i told her to shut up! i’m playin the game i’ll get it when i feel like it!” sonny sees red and he’s immediately moving towards the stairs, ready to take them three at a time until you and your younger three start laughing and you hold his shoulders.

“babe it’s a prank it’s a prank!” you laugh as sonny looks at you bewildered, your son emerging from his room now also in a fit of giggles. “we’re just joking, it’s a prank!” you laugh, and sonny’s face falls to one of relief as he begins to laugh with you.

your son wraps his arms around your waist in a hug as sonny chuckles. “i’d never tell you to shut up, i’m sorry ma” nicky apologizes for good measure, kissing your cheek as you smile.

“i’m gonna get you back” sonny promises, laughing softly as he goes back to his closing argument.

[pocketsonny]

oo... 14 and 18 maybe 👉👈

blossoming romance writing prompts for takeryo (still accepting!)

THANK YOU CARO >:3

14 - looking at their lips as they talk 

Ryoken’s explaining something. Something about how he easily accessed a company’s files through their unsecured printer. 

“You would think after cyber terrorists attacked Link VRAINS, companies would take better security measures,” Ryoken snorts sardonically and Takeru follows the upward tug to his lips with his gaze.

“Uh-huh,” Takeru nods appropriately but he’s only half listening. He’s—distracted. His eyes flicker between Ryoken’s face to his hand idly typing on his laptop until they fix again on Ryoken’s mouth. He doesn’t mean to stare (again, because it’s not that first time) but there’s something…something…

“...Were I still interested, I could dismantle them overnight. It’s…”

Thin lips with a shiny coat over them. When Ryoken pauses to sip his drink, a faint smudge is left on the rim.

Oh, Takeru thinks belatedly, he’s wearing lip balm today too.

He tugs at his own bottom lip, which is chapped from dryness. Ryoken’s seem so soft all the time. Probably because he actually takes care of them—Takeru, on the other hand, keeps tugging at the dry skin and making his lip bleed and Ryoken chastises him for it.

“...ridiculous, wouldn’t you agree?”

He’s even offered his lip balm to him, but Takeru doesn’t know if that sort of thing would look good on him or if he’d like the feeling of it. It looks good on Ryoken though. The glossy sheen over his lips as he speaks, shimmering slightly with the movement.

“...keru…”

Lips that Ryoken nibbles on unconsciously when he thinks, or presses together in displeasure, or that spread in that infuriating smirk of his—or…or in a little honest smile that makes Takeru feel weird. Like soda bubbles fizzing in his stomach.

Pink, glossy lips—maybe it’s cherry balm. Would Ryoken’s mouth taste like cherries? Would he offer to share it with a—

“Takeru.”

At the firm call of his name, Takeru jolts to attention and his gaze snaps to Ryoken’s. Blue peers into lavender with a mix of confusion and entertainment, one bushy eyebrow curved in question.

“Yeah,” Takeru blurts out and the heat curls over the back of his neck and spreads over his whole body—was he caught blatantly staring at Ryoken’s lips?

“So you agree.”

“Uh—” Takeru blinks quickly, “Yeah, totally.”

“Excellent,” Ryoken nods seriously, “Then, Thursday, three am.”

“Huh?”

“Bring a shovel.”

“Wait, wait, what are we doing?!”

Ryoken blinks innocently at him, “Robbing a grave.”

Takeru jumps from his seat, “NO, what the fuck?! Why would we rob a grave?!”

“To get a thumbdrive someone was buried with,” as though it’s nothing, “I’m quite curious about what it contains.”

“Stop, stop, we are NOT—I mean YOU are not robbing any graves, you can’t change criminal professions that fast—”

Ryoken’s lovely lips curve in a smirk and Takeru clasps his mouth shut. He scowls at him.

“You’re fucking with me.”

“And you weren’t listening to me.”

Takeru ruffles his hair and huffs, “I was—distracted, sorry.”

“By…?”

Ryoken cups his chin and his thumb idly brushes his bottom lip and Takeru’s eyes focus there—his face heats up and he snaps his gaze upward.

“Nothing!”

18- hello/goodbye hugs that linger

Takeru’s pretending he’s not sulking next to him as they stand on the pier. The morning air is cold and salty, the ocean lapping at the platform while seagulls cry out in the distance. Ryoken’s yacht awaits him, ready to go, and any other time he’d have climbed on board and left but with every visit he grows more reluctant to depart.

Truly, how soft has he become? To patter down his rising irritation, he pulls at Takeru’s cheek to wipe this gloomy look off his face. It earns him a squeak and a hand batting at him.

“Quit that!”

“You can stop moping, as well.”

“I’m not—!” Takeru jumps on the defensive. He huffs, crossing his arms, “Ugh, just leave already.”

“So quick to get rid of me?” Ryoken says, just to prolong this a beat more, “Don’t miss me too much.”

Takeru shoves him but it’s playful, mouth tilted in a grin, “Who’d miss you?”

Once upon a time, Ryoken hadn’t even questioned that. Because there would be no one. But plans had failed and towers had crumbled, and now he visits Takeru whenever he can or Takeru will pop up unannounced, and time will pass too quickly in those moments and the months in between much too slow. Exchanging messages or patrolling Link VRAINS together doesn’t feel like enough anymore.

Soft, soft sentimentalist he’s become. He has to leave before he does something embarrassing.

He snorts softly and turns around to go.

“Farewell, Takeru.”

As he’s about to hoist himself up into the ladder leading to the deck,

“—Wait!”

he turns back around and Takeru pulls him in, strong arms wrapped around Ryoken’s waist and his face hidden on Ryoken’s shoulder. Suddenly, the morning isn’t so cold anymore; Takeru’s warmth radiates from every point they’re touching and Ryoken stumbles back a step from the force of his embrace. 

Slowly, he brings his uselessly hanging arms around Takeru, too, hesitant at first, but when Takeru squeezes him, Ryoken squeezes back with fervor. He bends his head and Takeru’s hair trickles his nose. The salty ocean breeze mixes with Takeru’s lavender scent—the soap, it’s the soap, but by now it’s something so inherently his that Ryoken thinks of him at the first notes of the flower—and his shampoo, and Ryoken want to bury his face in his hair and hoard his warmth for himself, greedy and selfish, maybe bring him with him back to Den City so they don’t have to think about visits or distance anymore.

Ryoken clutches the back of Takeru’s hoodie and Takeru holds him a little tighter, too, sighs against the side of his neck.

“...Come back soon, idiot,” he mumbles, and is still not letting go, is still holding on. Ryoken hides his smile in his hair.

“Or you could come find me first,” he says and Takeru chuckles.

“Maybe I will. You’ll get lonely without me.”

“Who would miss you?” he counters and it’s light, it’s a lie and it’s the truth, a question with an answer so obvious it might as well be written all over Ryoken’s face.

They linger a beat, two, far longer than a farewell hug would be expected to last. When they let go it’s reluctant, almost, and they don’t meet each other’s eyes until their palms are brushing, a last point of contact before separating entirely.

Takeru’s smiling as he stuffs his hands in his pockets, cheeks pink from the biting wind.

“See you, Ryoken.”

[ceethewriter]

Fandom: Law & order SVU

Relationship: Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi

Prompt: A vastness that could be measured in molecules

On bad days, Rafael feels the vastness of the decade between his and Sonny’s ages. Ten years doesn’t sound like much but 120 months, 3,652 days, 87,648 hours, 5,258,880 minutes …. A lot could happen in ten years when it’s expressed in terms of 87,648 hours.

On bad days, Rafael feels he’s stolen the best ten years of Sonny’s life. Theoretically, Sonny will get them back at the end when Rafael is dead but, sadly, that’ll be when Sonny’s too old himself to do anything much with them.

Luckily, on bad days, Sonny is there to tell Rafael he’s being ridiculous.

[avvail]

tw: past/implied child exploitation, terrible parents

The car slowly pulled to a stop beside the house at the end of the street, engine humming softly before it finally shut off. Sonny pressed his hands against the window and bounced in joy in his seat, finally able to take in the familiar sight of his home.

His fingers scrambled against the door handle, but he was more than annoyed to find the child locks were still on. He shot a glare towards Edward, where the old man was watching him through the mirror.

“Come on,” Sonny moaned, his brows pinching slightly at the old man’s conceited look. “You’re not going to make me go through those awkward, unnecessary goodbyes, are you?”

Edward and Sonny had never got along during their time together. They didn’t argue very often, but it was nothing the child wouldn’t miss. He could tell Edward didn’t like babysitting him and he hadn’t been happy with the idea either.

The man raised a brow, his finger tapping against the steering wheel. “No. An apology. I understand if you’re disappointed Adam couldn’t see you off.”

Sonny bit the inside of his cheek. His chest stung at the thought; the mercenary had been busy with a contract over the past week, and still hadn’t returned. He had said he would be back in time to drive Sonny back to his home, but it was clear he hadn’t been able to make it.

The child didn’t know if he was upset, or angry at him. Maybe it was a mix of both. He tried not to like the mercenary, but it frustrated him that dealing with his altercation with Silver and escaping the business had become a little easier when he was by his side. It would have been nice, to hear a goodbye from him.

Sonny doubted he would ever see them again.

Edward had pressed he had to stay quiet, and stay out of trouble. He had no way of contacting them. He was being ripped from this world and back into a normal one.

He was happy. But he was going to miss it.

“I don’t care,” Sonny mumbled bitterly, folding his arms across his chest. “He wants to go and kill people rather than say goodbye. What does it matter? He can do what he wants.”

Edward watched him with a hard stare, before he finally unlocked the doors. Sonny perked up, pushing the door open as the excitement quickly squashed all grim thoughts.

He felt the fresh air tickle his face and grinned, pushing the door shut. He stepped onto the familiar pavement, eyes staring at his home, before he turned back to the car.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, and although he didn’t want to, he thought it would be best. “Thanks. For looking after me. You did a terrible job, but...thanks.”

Edward almost laughed at that, but his face remained stoic. “I won’t be doing it again.”

Sonny grinned wryly. “Good. I don’t want you to.”

The old man shrugged lightly, before twisting the key, and letting the car roar to life. Sonny stepped away from the road, giving the old man a small wave. He nodded his head, before rolling up the window as the car swirved back onto the road.

It took a second for Sonny to gather himself. That was it. Everything was over, just like that.

He rubbed his fingers gingerly, his heart feeling slightly heavy. He let out a quiet sigh, before spinning round, and bounding up the drive and towards the front door. His heart instantly became light again as he stopped on the porch, getting a look at the decorations.

He had missed this place so much. He missed his foster mother and father, and all he wanted was to feel their hugs one more time.

Should he knock? Surprise them?

His knuckles were rapping against the door before he could stop himself. Nerves tickled his stomach, but all it did was make him feel jittery and excited. He saw a shadow, and when the lock clicked, Sonny couldn’t contain himself.

The door was pulled open, and he was greeted with the face of his foster mother, staring down at him with a shocked expression. It took her all but a few seconds to react, throwing her arms around him.

“Sonny!” She cried, her voice breathless. “Oh, my darling. You’re back!”

The touch made the boy melt into putty. He pushed his head into the crook of her neck, his eyes almost burning with tears at the familiar scent coming off her cardigan. Her hand flew to the back of his neck, rubbing the hair gently. He heard a noise and the sight of his foster father greeted him, eyebrows raised.

“George!” His mother shrieked, and the man placed a hand on her shoulder with a chuckle.

“I’m right here,” he smiled, before his eyes landed on Sonny, and the boy threw himself into his arms. “Hello, champ!”

He wanted to tell them how much he missed them, but the words were stuck on his tongue. His grip was tight. This was everything he ever dreamed of. He couldn’t have been more happier.

“Mama?”

A small voice pulled him from his bubble. Sonny lifted his head to see a small toddler, wobbling on its leg, tugging at his foster mother’s leg. The woman sighed gently, surprised to see the little guy by her side.

Something cold gripped the child in that moment. But he didn’t know what.

“Sweetheart,” she breathed, using that same, soft voice she used with Sonny. “Don’t wander off on your own. George, can you take him into the living room? And get me the phone number for the social worker, please?”

He moved away from his foster father’s grip, his eyes bouncing between the two in fear and confusion. His heart was pounding in his chest, and this time, it wasn’t from the excitement. His lip trembled.

“Who’s...that?”

He was sure he had heard it correctly. Mama.

His foster mother cleared her throat, suddenly looking a little awkward. “Well, darling. You... disappeared for a while. You understand we needed the income from the foster care, don��t you? We needed to make up the money somehow for...”

She trailed off, glancing towards his father as he scooped the small toddler into his arms and exchanged a passive look.

“The social workers were happy enough to let us foster another. Your father and I...need the money, sweetheart.”

Sonny swallowed the dry lump in his throat. Dread was pooling through his stomach. “S...So? I-I’m here now. You can still look after me.”

His mother pressed her lips into a thin line, shrugging her shoulders. “Ah, don’t be silly! That would be too much of a financial burden, darling. We wouldn’t want that.”

The child could feel his breathing pick up. “I don’t understand...send the other one back. I’m your son, I-I’ve been here since I was a...”

The words died on his tongue. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.

“How long?” He breathed quietly, choking up. “How long was I gone before you replaced me?”

His foster mother hummed in thought, her body relaxed. Sonny couldn’t fathom how normal she was acting, as if she wasn’t explaining that they fostered another child in his absence simply for money. Was that all he was to them? A way to earn some money?

“It was so long ago, darling...” She sighed. “Possibly two weeks. Yes, that seems about right. We haven’t seen the social worker since then.”

The child wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Two weeks was all it took before they moved on with their lives and fostered someone else? Sonny had been on Coral Row by then. He had been put through horrific things because of Silver, and his family hadn’t even been looking for him.

That was what had kept him going. The trust he had that his parents would be searching and searching. Two weeks. They stopped after two weeks.

He rubbed his arms as the memories stirred. He didn’t know what to feel.

“I thought you loved me...” He choked. His foster mother met his gaze, those eyes soft and innocent.

“Oh, honey, of course I do!”

Sonny shook his head. “You...only loved what I...could give you.”

His foster mother’s smile faltered, and was replaced by a sad, pitiful one. How could she act so nonchalant when she was tearing his heart apart like this?

“Sonny, you ran away,” she whispered, tilting her head. The child felt his eyes burn with tears.

“I was kidnapped.”

His mother shook her head, another sigh tumbling from her lips. She reached forward and cupped his cheek, thumb softly wiping away a stray tear that had trickled down his cheek. The touch was warm. It was comforting. It was everything Sonny wanted.

But he still felt cold.

“You’ll have a new family that’ll look after you!” She chuckled, straightening up when her husband joined her side. He handed her a slip of paper and grinned lovingly, pecking her cheek. “Won’t that be exciting?”

His father turned to face him. “Come on in, champ. Let’s cook you a nice meal while we wait for your social worker, hm? Sound fun?”

His mother sent him a warm smile, before she pulled her phone from her pocket, and excused herself into the hallway. His father pushed the door open further, inviting him in.

Sonny couldn’t move. He couldn’t find the strength to even speak. The doorway seemed to become a blend of swirls and colour, stretching away from him. He swallowed as nausea built in his throat, taking a shaking step backwards. His foster father noticed, grin faltering.

“Sunshine?”

Sonny turned around, and he fled. He heard the shouts of his mother and father from the doorway, but he drowned them out, taking off across the road. He wormed his way through the streets, shoving past the traffic of people, feeling the tears sliding down his cheeks.

He didn’t want to look back. If he did, he was afraid he would see nobody, and have to come to terms with the fact his parents wouldn’t ever run after him.