#svu fan fic

[lovecarisi]

Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 3: The Pages

You wake up to the overwhelming aroma of coffee and bacon, and for a moment you’re confused before the memory of the previous night returns to you. Dominick with his strawberries. Whispered ‘I’m sorry’s’ and you aren’t quite sure what they were for anymore. And your bed still smells of him, that scent you wish you could wrap yourself up in. And the side of the mattress is still warm from his body as you reach out your hand to where he had fallen asleep, arms and legs around you like a vine. You had woken several times during the night, had watched him sleep and are now ashamed to admit it to yourself. But you just couldn’t help yourself. In a way you wished he had left so you could have found peace because again and again there you were studying his face, listening to his breathing, watching for the smallest movements. Like he was some sort of treasure. It makes you want to bang your head against the wall.

You stretch lazily and get up, making your way to the bathroom where you pull your dressing gown around yourself loosely. There’s a faint hickey on your collarbone. That should annoy you, you’re not thirteen anymore. He shouldn’t put his mark on you like that. But instead you find yourself tracing your fingers over it, smiling. You love it. You kind of want to show it off. Want your friends to ask you about it. Curious whispers behind your back. You want him to know he can claim you as long as you can claim him. How ridiculous that it turns you on. 

‘Good morning.’ He's behind you and you jump a little.

‘Ugh! Don’t do that!’ You turn around and glare at him. 

‘Sorry.’ he pouts charmingly, knowing he can get away with anything and everything.

‘Thought you would have left by now.’ You turn back toward the mirror and attempt to fix the mess that is your hair, last night’s activities have taken their toll.

‘Would you have preferred me to?’ He steps behind you and moves the silk fabric of your gown ever so slightly in order to reveal the mark he has left, and you shudder at his touch and the way he inspects you, a mischievous smirk on his lips. 

‘Thought it was customary to do so after a booty call.’ you can’t help but press your ass against him and get an immediate response from his body. You’re only teasing, you’re secretly glad he’s still here. Although it makes you somewhat nervous. This isn’t something you should let become a habit.  

‘You and your thoughts.’ His fingers run over the hickey again and he kisses your neck before he withdraws. ‘I made breakfast and it’s getting cold. Come on.’

Breakfast is an understatement, you think, as you see the spread prepared on your tiny kitchen island. Pancakes, a fruit salad, bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs, porridge, buttered toast, croissants, jam, Nutella, coffee, orange juice, some green smoothie. Strawberries.

‘Ummm….’

‘Well, I went and got some things to go with the strawberries.’ He pulls out a chair and you stare at him like he’s an alien who’s just landed in the middle of your kitchen with his spaceship.

‘Who the fuck even are you?’ you mumble and shove a piece of croissant into your mouth, rolling your eyes at him. He scrunches up his nose and sits next to you, sipping his coffee. 

‘I like to cook.’ He peeks at you over the rim of the cup and you roll your eyes again. What have you gotten yourself into?  

‘Did the good lord send you here to domesticate me?’ you ask with the most serious tone of voice you can manage and he almost chokes on his drink laughing. 

You both crack up and just when you thought you calmed down you snort and end up cracking up again. His face is red like a tomato and tears are streaming down your face and you don’t remember the last time you laughed this hard that wasn’t with your girlfriends. It catches you off guard, this lightheartedness with a man. Then again, you should have known, when everything else was so easy with him that all kinds of intimacy would be. Still, it is not something you are used to so it surprises you how naturally it comes. Maybe you would second-guess yourself later on. Maybe you would feel silly, immature even. But this was supposed to be fun, right? 

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‘It’s nice and it’s fun.’ you repeat it like a mantra a couple of hours later when you meet your best friend Louisa for a drink. 

Of course she knows about you and Dominick. She had seen you two as you returned from your little excursion to the boathouse, all red-faced and giggly, and figured out the rest. Knowing you for almost all your life she had been slightly shocked, claiming it wasn’t like you to have sex with a guy you hardly knew. Let alone let him, well, bang you out in the open and you couldn’t even argue with the way she had made it sound so perverted because it had been. 

‘Lou, I don’t know what came over me, okay? Okay? I’m not gonna feel bad though. I’m not gonna apologize. I’m 25 and I feel like now’s the time to go and have fun, especially after Daniel. You know what my parents are like. They thought I would marry that guy. And now I’m not, thank God. Anyway, I’m almost finished with law school, I’m single, it’s summer. Let me just have this! He’s so so soooo gorgeous. And sweet. He’s so sweet. And fun. And the sex. Dear lord, the sex. It’s like he’s inside me. I mean he IS. He IS inside me. But like, fully. Inside me. My brain. It’s so fucking intense. Anyway, before everything in my life gets serious, I gotta enjoy this. Just be a little crazy with this beautiful, sexy man.’ you talk excitedly and Louisa stares at you with an amused smile. 

‘Okay, okay. Yes I agree, He is gorgeous, it’s not like I’m blind. And I heard he’s a nice guy. I just want you to be careful, with him and with yourself. Even if you think this is just fun and games, it’s never just fun and games and someone always gets hurt in the end. So you gotta set some rules, some boundaries. You’re vulnerable after what happened with Daniel, I want you to not let anyone take advantage of that. I’m not saying Dominick would do that on purpose but y’know. Go have fun but make sure you’re on the same page first.’

‘I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page.’ you say it but you’re not actually.

‘You gotta make sure you are sure.’ she insists. 

‘Yes, yes, alright.’ 

Well there was a conversation to look forward to. 

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You spend the rest of your Saturday going through the list of potential future employers your boss has given you. He’s willing to recommend you for either, he said, and you know he has reputable connections not just in New York but internationally. It’s something to consider, especially straight out of law school. It’s not that he wouldn’t like to keep you on after you passed your Bar exam but you and him both know you are meant to go and explore the great big world outside the relatively small office. So you had politely declined.

Ever since you’ve wanted to become a lawyer, from the age of 13, human rights have been set in your sight. Memories of you and your parents watching the news, stories about political conflicts, poverty, human trafficking, war crimes, and numerous other atrocities flashing on the screen on the daily and that helpless feeling that shook you to your core. Turning to your mother you had asked ‘Why isn’t anyone doing anything’ and your mother answered ‘People are trying, honey.’

You’re not delusional or naive enough to think you can change the world. No one can. But you also refuse to give in to helplessness, it’s too easy to think there’s no point swimming against the current. Luckily your parents and teachers had always supported your dream, especially when you were ready to give up, and had managed to pull you back from that cliff of utter hopelessness on the many occasions when you had felt like there was no point.

Needless to say the United Nations are on the very top of your list. And luckily, after enrolling in a legal clinic there during your first year at Fordham where you met one of the top human rights lawyers who you’ve kept in touch with, you do have a contact there. Not only that, Emily had become somewhat of a mentor to you. She had worked for the UN for over 25 years and you are hoping to learn from her eventually and that Bachelor in political science and sociology sure helped a lot to impress her.

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Dominick picks you up on Sunday afternoon outside your apartment for a walk around Highland Park. After your conversation with Louisa you kind of regret agreeing on meeting him now because it feels like a date and there isn’t supposed to be a date. You are supposed to set rules. Boundaries. And you feel like he isn’t thinking about setting them so you are the one who has to. And you feel awkward and nervous and like you’re about to ruin things by having ‘the talk’. Or maybe you’re interpreting too much into this silly little walk already, perhaps he isn’t thinking anything of it, not more than two people on a casual stroll on a sunny afternoon. So what’s a girl to do? You decide to follow your gut and test it out. See where the conversation takes you.

He hands you an iced chai latte and you head towards the park, the way he always guesses your favorites is endearing to you. Your ex couldn’t remember your Starbucks order even after three years. Oh god, you have to stop comparing him to your ex. Stop. But it’s hard when he’s the first guy you’re, well, whatever it is you’re doing with him, after your last relationship.

‘You’re not tired of seeing my face yet?’ Dominick smiles from behind his black Ray-Bans, chewing on the straw of his pink lemonade. 

He looks absolutely ravishing again today. White shirt, looking so good with his slight tan, damn his Italian blood. Tousled hair, tight jeans, Converse. If he had asked, you would have taken him straight home. It’s insane what kind of carnal instincts this man is provoking in you. Scary, almost. Your whole body shudders at his sight.  

‘Not yet but the day isn’t over.’ you reply, feeling cheeky as well.

‘What would it take? I like to annoy people.’ Oh he’s on his boyish bullshit today. You hate how it’s only the third time meeting him and you can already tell. 

‘You would want to annoy me? Believe me, I can be a real bitch.’ You are up for the challenge, you’re not even kidding. 

Dominick puts his arm around your neck and pulls you in close, kisses your forehead, and you breathe in his aftershave. As always, he smells divine. As always, mixed with the warmth of his body, it makes your head go fuzzy. There’s a simple science behind it, they say, body chemistry or whatever, but to you it seems like he has bewitched you. Why else would he feel so familiar after such a short amount of time? Or are you just that desperate for the affection of an attractive man? You feel like clinging to him like velcro. 

‘I would annoy you, just a little bit. And then you could be a bitch, just a little bit. And then we could go back and forth bickering like an old married couple.’

You find him irresistible. Too irresistible, almost. There’s a part of you that wishes you two could go on like this, flirting like crazy, pushing and shoving, until you are too hot and bothered to be in public any longer. When the time comes and Dominick has to grab you and you run off back to your place. Where you tear off each other’s clothes and fuck like bunny rabbits and you can forget about what he just said but you can’t and it’s time you take that deep breath and just get it over with.

‘Well, we are not an old married couple. We’re not even a couple. And I’d like it to stay that way, please, Dominick.’ You try not to sound too harsh but there it is. You went there and now you can’t take it back.

He unwraps his arm from your shoulder and stops dead in his tracks, putting his hands over his heart. 

‘Ouch. Okay. Damn.’

You curse yourself. Maybe you could have been a bit gentler. 

‘Sorry. I thought we were on the same page with this. Considering…I mean. Don’t get me wrong, I like you. I really do. A lot, Dominick. You’re…incredible. And maybe at another time it would be different, I’m just. Out of sorts from my last relationship. I don’t need any of those complications right now. I’m sorry. I just-…thought we should have this conversation sooner rather than later before this goes on and on and we end up in limbo somewhere and neither of us knows where the other one stands. So there won’t be any expectations I can’t meet.’ You mean it. Perhaps things really would be different if the timing was better. 

Truth be told, you can’t let yourself go there at the moment. 

‘No, it’s fine, I get it. Honestly I wasn’t thinking about taking it further. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m crazy about you.’ Dominick takes off his sunglasses and steps closer to you. ‘And that I wanna spend time with you. Preferably naked. But if I can annoy you on a walk in the park I like doing that too. But yeah, I’m not looking for a relationship either, y’know. My last one didn’t end that well. So we’re definitely on the same page, no worries.’ he cups your face with his hands and kisses you and you feel relieved, for a second there you really thought you hurt his feelings, that maybe he had wanted more from this. 

But among the relief there’s something else. Something that’s pulling your insides in what feels like every direction, in a strange way. You can’t explain it. Your mouth and throat suddenly feel so dry and you take a sip of your drink to fight it. 

‘So we’re good? Like this?’ You recover from whatever it is that came over you. Maybe you just aren’t used to this sort of thing.

‘Sure. We’re good. I mean I’ve never done this so, I guess we gotta figure it out as we go along.’ He blushes a little and thinks putting back his sunglasses will hide it, how adorable. 

It kind of takes you aback that he never had a casual thing with someone, most men do, as opposed to women. Then again, you thought you weren’t the type, yet here you are. 

‘Well, I’m not an expert either.’ You kick at a pebble. 

‘Is spending the night and making breakfast still okay?’ 

Oh dear. A simple question yet such a complicated matter. It was meant to be simple. You try your best. You think of the way he made you feel, sleeping next to you with his arms around you. Good in one way but entirely in pieces in another. 

‘If I say it’s not a requirement but you can if you want to? Does that suffice as an answer?’ You really don’t know how else to put it. 

‘If that’s how you feel, sure.’ Dominick seems neither happy nor sad about it. 

Many lies were told that day. You both had had your hearts broken in the past and you both didn’t want to have your hearts broken again. So you tiptoe around it while at the same time thinking you could embrace each other fully, so intensely, so entirely. And you thought ‘This must be what he wants’ and at 25 and 26 you both think you know exactly what you want. Well, you know nothing. Now there you sit, on the same page.  Or are you?

Because the thing with pages is, they are constantly turning. A new chapter is starting. Another ending. So which would it be? 

[gardens0fbabyl0n]

The Counselor and The Detective

Dominick Carisi x Reader / Terry Bruno x Reader Warnings: smut (explicit), language

‘Another one, please.’ you motion to the bartender, and he nods, preparing a glass of Merlot for you as your phone buzzes. A text from Sonny lights up your screen. 

Sorry, sweetheart. Still stuck at the office with Bruno going over the case. You know how much I hate this.

It was supposed to be your date night. And even though Dominick and you had kept it casual until now on the grounds that both of you were too busy for a serious relationship, this was the one thing you both had insisted on. A regular Friday date night. Yes, he had apologized in advance, knowing he was going to be late but now it was almost 10.30pm and you were getting tired of waiting. He had a big trial coming up on Monday, however, you knew for a fact everyone else had gone home and it was just him and the lead Detective on the case still working so late. You had to find a way to make him leave. 

You take a generous sip of wine before getting up and walking toward the bathroom. Maybe he just needed a little inspiration, you think to yourself, and take your phone out of your purse. Hiking up your dress, you position yourself, camera pointing at your lace-covered center, a finger teasingly moving the fabric aside just an inch, just enough, before snapping a photo.

Hungry for you. You hit send. 

Sonny’s reply only takes seconds.

Come over.

You gasp, your hands beginning to shake immediately.  Come over to his office? Has he gotten rid of the Detective? Was he all alone now? Oh, fuck. You quickly leave the bathroom stall and return to the bar to pay your tab and grab your coat. 

On my way, baby.

******

The floor is dark, the blinds of his office closed, and you swallow hard as you approach, knowing he has prepared for you. Fuck, you’ve had sex in semi-public places but this, this was something you two had fantasized about so many times. You knock softly before opening the door and there he is, leaning against his desk, looking sexy as ever in his waistcoat, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up slightly above his elbows. Your eyes linger on him for a few moments but then, to your confusion, you notice another man sitting on the leather couch. 

‘Come in, my love. Close the door and lock it.’ Sonny says, as the other man stands up with a soft smile. He’s handsome, about the same age as Sonny.

‘Dominick?’ you look at him questioningly and he walks towards you, grabbing your hand.

‘This is Detective Bruno. Terry. He was looking forward to meeting you.’ he says, and Bruno comes over, his eyes wandering over you as your heart begins to race.

You look at Sonny and he has that smirk on his lips that says it all. And you don’t know what in the world possesses you but you just give him a soft nod before he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as his lips capture yours. As Dominick kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, making you moan, Detective Bruno is watching, his gaze still on you as your boyfriend’s hands glide over you. It’s thrilling, kind of. Such a weird, bizarre feeling. You’re surprised by how fucking turned on you are already. You’re safe with Sonny, you know it. If at any time you’re uncomfortable with anything, a ‘no’ or ‘stop’ is enough and it will be over. But you want to know where this is going. All of a sudden you have no inhibitions, and these two attractive men are making you feel so sexy and wanted.

‘You know, I happened to see the photo you sent to ADA Carisi…I gotta say, you look pretty damn delicious.’ Terry whispers, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek as Sonny places passionate kisses down your neck.

‘I am pretty damn delicious. Tell him, Sonny, baby.’ you moan, fluttering your eyelashes up at the cop.

‘She’s the most delicious thing in the world.’ Sonny confirms and you giggle, your hands in his hair, roughing up his perfectly gelled locks.  

‘Maybe, if you’re lucky, Counselor Carisi will let you have a little taste.’ you smile at Bruno as the Detective steps closer. 

And while Sonny’s hands travel underneath your dress, lips sucking on the delicate skin of your neck, Detective Bruno starts kissing you. Almost immediately you begin to tremble, the two men’s lips and hands on you now and the thought of what’s to come almost too much to handle for your horny brain. Dominick’s hand slips between your legs, laughing at your dampness, his thumb pressing down on your clit, making you squirm under his touch. You’re losing all self-control. If you’ve had any to begin with, that is. 

‘She’s really wet, you wanna feel?’ Sonny asks Terry and you whimper as the two men switch places, handling you like a doll. 

Detective Bruno’s hand wanders up your dress, his fingers finding your wet cunt and he furrows his brow. 

‘Damn!’ he sucks in air and you look down as you make out a growing bulge in his pants. Dear God.

‘Is that all for me, sweetie? Or will you give some of that to Detective Bruno? I’m willing to share if you are.’ Sonny whispers in your ear, nibbling there as Bruno drags his fingers through the folds of your pussy, making you moan out loud.

‘M-maybe…ugh…’ you groan, as Terry withdraws to bring his fingers to his mouth in order to taste your juices.

‘Fuck yeah, she’s delicious. You’re a lucky man, Carisi.’ he grins and you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, kissing him deeply as his hands find the zipper of your dress, pulling it down. 

Terry helps you step out of the fabric while Dominick continues to get rid of your bra and panties, then wastes no time to push you down on his table until you’re lying down on it. The two men are still fully clothed and you’re exposed to them, feeling anything but. You’ve never felt hotter.

‘Spread your legs, baby.’ Dominick says, his hands on your thighs and you can feel your arousal dripping out of you already as you follow his command. 

‘Fuck…’ you can hear Terry mumble under his breath. 

You can feel Sonny’s fingers on you, spreading your lips, exposing your clit, and then his tongue is on you, tasting you. It feels fucking incredible. His name escapes your mouth in a loud moan and your back arches almost completely off the table, he has to hold you down with his free hand, all while he continues to flick his tongue on your sensitive bud. Fuck. He’s always been an expert at eating you out, the sight of his face between your legs enough to make you shake.  

‘Bruno. Come here.’ you hear him say and your eyes flutter open to see the Detective step between your legs, his gaze on your pussy as Sonny pauses. ‘Fuck her with your fingers. I gotta hold her still.’

Oh God, you think but you have no time to think. Detective Bruno immediately plunges his middle and ring finger into you, making you scream in pleasure and Sonny’s mouth is back on you, sucking on your swollen clit. The two men are relentless in the way they are working on your cunt, Sonny’s expert tongue twirling around your core hungrily all while Terry’s unfamiliar fingers are pumping in and out of you, curling over your gummy walls. You know their goal is to make you cum as fast as possible, to make you shake and scream, and it won’t take long. 

‘Doesn’t she have the most perfect little cunt ever?’ Sonny moans against you, parting your lips even more to expose your sensitive, overstimulated pussy. You can hardly take it anymore.

‘So perfect. So tight. Can’t wait for her to cum, see her squirm. You wanna cum, darling? You want us to make you squirt, huh?’ you open your eyes to look down at the two men, both giving you the dirtiest looks as they work your cunt to near exhaustion. 

‘Fuck, yes, please!’ you yelp, and Sonny starts rubbing your clit as he continues to tongue at your folds, Detective Bruno adding a third finger to fuck into you harder and faster, pressing against your g spot.

Your thighs begin to shake as you feel your pleasure starting to concentrate on that one spot within you, and Dominick knows exactly what to do. Sucking harder, rubbing faster.

‘Hold her hips down.’ Sonny says and he spreads your legs as wide as he can, slapping your clit before taking it into his mouth again to suck greedily while Bruno’s fingers continue to fuck into you.

‘I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna c-cum!’ you cry, feeling yourself topple over, the walls of your pussy beginning to twitch.

Terry withdraws his fingers, inching closer to your pussy as Dominick watches as you pulse, and both men are holding you steady, your cunt releasing a spray of squirt. And you moan loudly, your eyes rolling back, you throb and spasm on the table as Sonny and Terry take turns catching your juice with their mouths. 

‘Fuck baby, yes! Mmmhmm, look at that pretty pussy giving us so much delicious cum.’ Dominick moans, plunging two fingers into your still spurting hole. ‘Can’t get enough of you.’

‘Unreal.’ Terry growls, licking his lips. 

Your eyes flutter open and the sight of the two men between your legs is almost too much to handle. And you know this earth shattering orgasm they have given you you know is only the beginning. Both their faces wet with your slick and cum, it is your turn now to make them feel good. 

Dominick is hard as a rock in his pants and Terry has reached into his jeans and is stroking himself as you sit up, still shaking from your orgasm. 

‘Mmmhhmm what do you say, Counselor? Shall we give Detective Bruno one of my holes, hmm?’ you smile, climbing off the wet table, grabbing your boyfriend and kissing him hard, tasting your pussy on his lips.

‘Your terms, darling.’ Sonny purrs as you stroke his dick through his pants.

‘You’ve both been so good to me, you deserve everything.’ you say, reaching out to pull Terry close as well, unzipping his jeans to free his cock while Sonny undresses himself.

The two men’s lips and hands are all over you, an overload of sensations while you’re still so raw from your recent orgasm. You lean back against Dominick, his hard cock rubbing against your ass and you already begin to shiver again in anticipation. Terry moans as your hands wrap around him, as you begin to stroke him and Sonny guides you backwards towards the couch. You turn around, pushing him down on it, kneeling next to him on the cold leather, his brilliant blues staring into your eyes, heavy with lust. It’s on you to serve them now. Happily. And as your mouth wraps around Sonny’s hard cock, you raise your hips, legs spread for Terry. 

‘Detective.’ you mumble with your mouth full of dick. 

‘Go ahead.’ Carisi grabs your ass, slapping it softly. ‘You have my permission. Fuck her however she likes it. Fuuuuck baby, that feels good!’ he moans, his precum leaking into your mouth as you bob your head up and down his shaft. 

Finally, you feel Terry grab your hips from behind, the tip of his cock at your entrance, making you quiver before he pushes into you, making you moan and almost choke on Sonny’s dick. Christ almighty. 

‘Holy shit!’ he breathes, dragging his cock along your tight walls. 

‘Hmm babygirl, I think he loves your pussy just as much as I do.’ Dominick teases, pushing your hair out of your face as you eagerly suck his dick. You love it, you always have. It’s always been an equal part of give and receive in your relationship. 

‘Fuck yes, I do. No wonder you’re always in such a good mood, Carisi. She’s taking my dick so well. Shiiiiit!!!’ Detective Bruno moans as he pumps into you, making your knees buckle. 

‘Sonny has coaxed it out of me, haven’t you, Counselor?’ you look up at Sonny as you drag your tongue back and forth in his slit, making him tremble.

‘Oh and you have coaxed many things out of me, baby.’ he smiles, then looks at Bruno. ‘Fuck her harder. She can take it. She wants it. I know she does. Don’t you, hun?’ he growls and you nod.

Detective Bruno does as he’s told, shoving his dick into you harder, and you have to catch your balance on Sonny’s thighs, a loud scream escaping your mouth. 

‘Good girl.’ Bruno moans, setting a new, merciless rhythm inside your cunt. 

Fuck, it feels incredible. You know you’re going to cum again in no time and you know this is what they want. They want you screaming and they want you to be a mess again before they launch a new attack on you. It’s all part of their plan. You could tell from the moment you stepped into Dominick’s office. Terry’s fingers find your clit and he begins to rub you there, his cock pushing into your dripping cunt while Sonny watches you eat his dick enthusiastically. You love the taste of him, you love having him throbbing inside your mouth while you play with his balls, have him moan your name, the tension in his thigh increasing with every stroke, every flick of your tongue.

‘Harder.’ Sonny instructs as he pulls you off him and Bruno once again picks up the pace while Sonny kisses you and you cum, holding on to your boyfriend as you shake and moan, your walls once again bursting. ‘Fuck her through it.’ 

The Detective fucks you through your orgasm, your legs almost giving out and your pussy squeezes around his dick. He curses under his breath while Sonny looks at you adoringly. 

‘Fuck. Fuck. You two are gonna kill me.’ you sigh, voice shaking as much as your body.

‘No baby, no. But I think we can both agree that we love to make you cum, don’t we, Bruno.’ Sonny laughs as Detective Bruno pulls out of you, his hard dick glistening with your juices. 

You look at them, both men so proud of themselves for having reduced you to a screaming, twitching mess, not once but twice now. And yet, they have yet to cum. 

‘I think it’s your turn now. Counselor. Detective.’ you push Sonny back on the couch until he’s lying down before climbing on top of him, guiding his cock into your pussy.

‘Mmmhmmm baby, fuck. So warm. So tight.’ he moans, starting to fuck into you immediately as you lean forward and he embraces you while Bruno watches, stroking his still wet cock.

‘You two are so hot together.’ he mumbles, stepping closer, his hand running over your spine.

‘Join us. It’ll be even hotter.’ you breath spreading your buttcheeks but Bruno hesitates. 

‘Don’t be shy. She’s okay with it.’ Dominick assures him. 

‘Sonny, baby, I don’t think he’s ever done it before. Let’s switch.’ you pull away from him and your boyfriend smirks before you climb on top of him again, facing away, while he spits into his hands several times, wetting his cock for you. 

Bruno watches as Sonny guides his dick into your asshole in slow motion, giving you all the time you need to adjust before you bottom out, moaning his name, and his arms are holding you still for a moment. 

‘One word and I’ll stop.’ your boyfriend assures you but you shake your head, you actually love the feeling. 

The first time you had tried it it’d been your idea and Sonny had looked at you in shock before shyly agreeing. Now it wasn’t something you did on a regular basis but sometimes, when you were in a particular mood, you had opened the drawer and asked Sonny to use that vibrator in your ass while he fucked you. And he couldn’t deny that he had enjoyed it too. 

‘Go on, Detective.’ you say, as Sonny slowly starts fucking into you and you spread your legs a little more, offering your pussy to Bruno.

‘You sure?’ Terry asks and you nod, biting your lip.

‘Please. Fill me up. I want both of your cocks making me cum at the same time. And I want both of you cum inside me.’ you moan and Sonny curses at your words, his hand reaching down to find your clit, to rub you there.

‘Fuck, this is crazy. This is the hottest thing ever. My God. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.’ Detective Bruno leans down to inspect your swollen little pussy, watches in awe as Sonny’s dick pumps in and out of you.

‘She’s all ours to share.’ Sonny growls, biting into your shoulder softly and you giggle.

Bruno’s tongue darts out to taste you and you squirm, releasing another stream of slick from your opening which he catches. Greedily, his fingers delve into you, at which your legs fall apart even more, and you know he can’t hold back any longer.

‘Please. Please Detective. Please.’ you beg, hungry for his cock now. All you want is to get your brains fucked out by these two gorgeous men. 

‘Well, I can’t have you begging like this.’ he whispers, pushing the head of his dick through your folds before ramming it into your pussy and you moan out loud, overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks inside you now. 

‘Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK!’ you yelp, and they both halt their movements in order for you to get used to them. 

‘You’re okay?’ Bruno asks while Sonny softly strokes your sides, kissing your neck.

‘YES! Fucking hell don’t stop!’ you squeal and they smirk, immediately starting to thrust into you again, slowly but deliberately. 

Fuck, you can’t believe you have two dicks inside of you, you can’t even figure out what is going on, all you know is that you are approaching another orgasm fast. Sonny’s hands are holding you up while he’s pumping into your asshole, Bruno has found the perfect position to fuck into your pussy deeply while his thumb is pressing down on your clit, rubbing tiny circles and you have lost all sense of time and space. 

‘Harder.’ you cry, looking up at the detective as his mouth hangs open at the sight of you exposed like this, offering yourself up to him like this. 

‘Mmmmhhmm, she can take it, Bruno. Do as she says. Fuck that little pussy of hers.’ Sonny orders, pulling on your hair slightly as he himself picks up the pace a bit more, his dick fucking into your ass harder.

You smile as Bruno does as he’s told, with a loud, feral moan, and you close your eyes, letting the two men split you open, fucking into you ferociously. 

‘Fuck, baby. I’m so close. Fuck!’ Sonny moans behind you and you smile triumphantly.

‘Wanna see that pussy squirt again. Wanna feel you clench around me, baby.’ Bruno says, desperately pumping his dick into your soaking wet cunt. 

His thumb is circling your clit harder, as you look down, watching as the two men fuck your holes, making you feel like a slut and a goddess at the same time. 

‘You two feel so fucking good! I’m gonna cum, ughhhhh.’ you moan, and both men pick up the pace again, making you scream with every thrust, making you forget everything around you. 

And for the third time today you bliss out, spasming around their two cocks, jerking, pulsing, twitching, juice shooting from your spent pussy while you moan. And they still won’t stop ramming into you, chasing their own releases, Bruno still rubbing your swollen clit. Sonny is the first to cum, filling your ass with his seed, holding you close to him while he presses into you, your name on his hot breath. You cry and convulse again as Terry continues to penetrate you frantically, his cock plunging into your pussy again, again and again, and you cum once more while Sonny rubs your clit, making you spray your squirt everywhere.

‘Yeah, you like that huh, he told me you could take it, now I’m gonna make you take it. Again!’ the Detective smiles. ‘Spread her cunt for me, Sonny. Wider.’

You cry out in pleasure as Sonny holds your legs open while your thighs shake, his hands reaching down to spread the lips of your pussy to expose you to Bruno. 

‘Fuck. Look at that. How many more do you have in you, huh? You wanna find out? Sonny, what do you think?’

‘Oh I’ve lost count.’ Sonny kisses you and you lean back against him, exhausted but eager for more. Always eager for more. 

Once more Bruno shoves his dick inside you, hard and fast thrusts, over and over again, and you cum again with a scream, your boyfriend holding you while you shake and twitch.

‘Mmmmhmmm, every time that pussy clenches around me I get closer to heaven, Counselor. You really won the prize with that one.’ Bruno says, playing with your clit.

‘I know…I know. So precious. Aren’t you, my darling.’ Sonny kisses your temple as he reaches up to squeeze your tits, and you nod, catching your breath before Bruno starts fucking you again. 

But he is close now himself, you can tell. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his grip tightening on you, his pants quickening, his thrusts getting sloppier. Still, he fucks into you hard, his thumb stroking your clit as you reach another peak.

‘I want you to cum, Detective.’ you moan. ‘P-please. I wanna feel that cock pulsing inside of me. Feel that hot cum fill my pussy. Come on.’ 

‘Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!’ he growls as he rams into you a few more times, finally releasing himself into you with a shudder. ‘Holy fucking shit!’ 

And Sonny is there to continue to rub your clit while Bruno continues to fuck into you, still semi-hard, and you cum again as he pulls out, watching your pussy contracting and throbbing, pumping out his seed as you twitch and moan. Fucking hell. 

‘Fuck…’ Terry licks his lips while running his fingers through your wet folds a few more times, looking at you adoringly. 

‘So much for trial prep.’ Sonny laughs, his arms wrapped around you tightly and you relish the feeling of being taken care of after being fucked senseless. 

It truly seems like your soul has left your body, nothing in your life has ever felt this intense before. Your eyes are still closed and you’re too afraid to open them but as you feel Detective Bruno leaning down to kiss you, you eventually do.

‘Well, maybe it was just the inspiration you needed, what do you think, Counselor?’ you smirk up at Sonny and he chuckles.

‘Yeah, maybe you should come over more often, baby.’ he whispers.

Hmmm. Yes. Maybe you should.

[malevolent-muse]

A Winter's Kiss - Barisi Fan Fiction

Summary: Amidst winter’s frosty grasp, Sonny Carisi, now an Assistant District Attorney, stumbles upon his mentor-turned-lover, Rafael Barba. A familiar tie, a tender kiss, and a shared warmth in the cold air set the stage for a day filled with unexpected emotions and unspoken intentions.

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An icy breeze meandered through the Manhattan streets, tugging at the edges of coats and licking along the edges of people’s ears and noses. For a January morning, it was frigid. Pedestrians darted along the sidewalks and commuters poured out of taxis and ride-shares, seeking to arrive quickly at their destinations. The exhaust from the many vehicles produced a white fog in the air, swiftly carried away by the wind.

Out into this mist of cold air strode Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, newly minted Assistant District Attorney. A long wool coat that reached below his knees complemented his tall and lanky frame. In his hand, he held a fine black leather briefcase; a gift from his boyfriend.

Adjusting his grip on the handle of his bag, Sonny spotted a familiar figure standing near the courthouse. Bundled up against the cold, the man wore a blue-gray twill coat, a patterned scarf, and a three-piece suit. With the neatly trimmed beard framing his face, Rafael Barba was immediately recognizable.

“Rafael!” Sonny called, a smile coloring his lips as he approached his boyfriend. “What are you doing here?!”

“Dominick,” Barba greeted in return. “Or should I say ‘Counselor?’ I just wanted to stop by and wish you luck today.”

Sonny blushed as he said, “Well, to be honest, I couldn’t have done it without your guidance. But you didn’t need to come all the way down here, Rafa. I think you congratulated me plenty last night.”

A knowing smirk tickled at the corners of Barba’s lips, creasing the edges of his lips and the corners of his eyes.

When a passing car kicked up cold grime from the road, the pair of lawyers walked together for a few more feet until they arrived at the base of the imposing granite steps.

Shifting from one foot to the other to stave off the winter chill, the tips of Sonny’s ears and fingers were already red from the cold. As much as he enjoyed unexpectedly seeing his boyfriend, he didn’t fancy the idea of standing outside longer than was strictly necessary.

Sonny was just about to say that they should either make their way inside or go their separate ways when he noticed the orange tie Barba was wearing.

“I like your tie,” he said. “Isn’t it mine?”

“I bought you this tie. I’m allowed to borrow it.”

“In that case,” Sonny said, rolling his eyes, “it looks better on you than it ever did on me.”

Barba’s eyes glinted mischievously as he stepped closer, his frosty breath mingling with Sonny’s in the cold winter air.

“I should get going,” Barba said. “And you look like you’re about to freeze solid.”

Reaching up, the older man buried his fingers in Sonny’s short hair. With a gentle hand, Barba pulled him down and pressed a tender kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

The warmth of Barba’s affection was enough to make the former detective forget the lingering touch of winter’s icy grasp. Sonny tried to follow the caress of lips with his own, but Barba pulled away too quickly.

“Honestly, Carisi,” Barba teased, “we can’t stand out here all day making out. Now get inside. You have work to do.”

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[sinsiriuslyemo]

So I heard you're opening requests again, but there's no rush on this. I read the imagine where Frederick's patient was a sketch artist who told him her feelings for him but he respectfully turned her down to which she accepted. Do you think you could write one for Rafa but the reader is left jilted and heartbroken? The person is also a secret admirer who leaves gifts for him

“Who is that from?” Olivia asked as she eyed the clear box of what appeared to be chocolate covered almonds with a neatly fastened purple ribbon around it. You lowered your eyes in an attempt to hide the pink that was surely making its way quickly to your cheeks as your boss — ADA Rafael Barba — shrugged his shoulders and picked the gift up.

You hailed a cab, went straight home, changed into your pajamas, and put on your go-to pick-me-up movie before sinking onto your sofa. With a blanket over your lap, and your heart broken and bleeding in your chest, you reached for the chocolate-covered almonds, finally opening them.

“I honestly have no idea,” he replied, examining the box for the fourth time that day. “Nor do I know how whoever sent them knew that chocolate covered almonds are one of my favorites.”

“You got a secret admirer, Rafael?” Sonny inquired, dimpled smirk taking over his face as he sat in one of the seats in front of the ADA’s desk.

“That or someone’s trying to kill me, I suppose,” Rafael mumbled, setting the box down once more and beginning to listen to Olivia’s briefing on their most recent case while you set his long-awaited coffee down on his desk. “Thank you,” he said softly to you, glancing in your direction with a smile before he gave the Lieutenant his attention again.

You’d been working at the DA’s office for nearly two years as a paralegal, and had always seen the illustrious ADA in the hallways as he made his way to or from the courthouse downstairs. At first, you’d been content just to admire him from afar — even sometimes volunteering to work on one of his cases or sneaking down to the courthouse to watch him in action, though you always stayed near the back and ducked out immediately after the verdict was read. You grew to not only admire him, but begin to wonder what he might be like outside of the DA’s office. Night after night you would find yourself wondering various things about him. If he had a ritual when he arrived home from a long day. Whether he enjoyed leisurely reading the paper on Sunday mornings or preferred to immerse himself in a book. Did he prefer scotch or bourbon after a tough case? You always guessed the former.

Once you’d even followed him to Forlini’s and “bumped into him,” hoping he would invite you to join him for a drink, and he had, gesturing to the stool beside his and signalling the bartender for you to order yourself a drink. It was the first time you’d gotten to know him as Rafael, and not ADA Barba or Counselor as you so often called him. Though the majority of what the two of you had talked about was work-related, the few times you exchanged personal tidbits or anecdotes was enough to make him all the more intriguing to you.

Later that month, after you’d chastised yourself for being a borderline stalker and vowed never to follow him to a bar again, he — unprompted — asked you to stay late with him one night to work on a case. He’d been perfectly professional, and so had you… except for the fact that you fell in love with Rafael Barba that night.

"Y/N!" The sound of his voice, even partially muffled by the walls between his office and yours across the hall, made the downy hairs on your arm stand as the skin beneath developed tiny bumps. Inhaling deeply, you let out the air as you stood and walked past your fellow interns in the tiny, shared office that you all occupied to cross the hall and peek into his much larger office.

"Yes, Mr Barba?" You found him in the same manner you normally did, reclined in his chair with his feet kicked up on his desk and an open file in his hand. One hand held the manilla folder up in front of him while the free one squeezed and smooshed the stress ball he kept in his drawer.

"Would you do me a favor and dig out the files from the Kellerman case?" he asked, eyes still moving over the file in his hand.

"The one from last month?"

"That's the one," he answered, still not looking up from his reading material.

"Absolutely," you said, dutifully going to the file room down the hall and filling out a request slip. You chewed on your bottom lip, wringing your hands in front of you as you paced from one side of the hallway to the other, waiting for the case file. Taking a deep breath, you let it blow past your lips in a shudder, trying to calm your nerves.

In the two years with the DA's office, your crush on ADA Barba had never made it difficult to work with him. Sure, your heart would pound until your entire body thrummed with your pulse. Yes, your skin would often grow so hot that you were convinced it would sizzle should you splash water on it. But that didn't mean that you couldn't be just as professional as you'd always been. Even if one look into his green eyes would send you into a tailspin, making you feel as though you were in the middle of a tornado, with the entire world spinning around you.

"Y/N?" you heard from the clerk and blinked as you gave him a thankful smile before you took the file and made your way back down the hall. Knocking on ADA Barba's door, you carefully opened it and poked your head inside.

He still sat at his desk, but his feet had found the floor once more and his elbows and forearms pressed against the end of the desk as one hand scribbled notes on a legal pad. His lips were perfectly puckered in concentration and the little wrinkle between his brows prompted the corner of your own lips to curl upward.

"Mr Barba? I have the file you requested," you said, ignoring the flapping wings in your belly as you crossed the threshold and held out the file.

"Thank you. Would you mind staying and looking over that file for any similarities to the Efferman case?"

The sound of his voice rolled over your skin like a river of feathers that had been warmed by the blazing sun, raising goosebumps over your flesh. You licked your dry lips, wiping your free hand against your skirt. Your eyes fell on the hand not moving over the legal pad, following the thick vein that started as two blue lines below his knuckles then merged into one and ran down the center of his hand, disappearing again at his wrist.

"Y/N?"

You blinked, shaking your head and planting a smile on your face. "Yes, I'm so sorry. Absolutely, Mr Barba, I can do that."

"Let's set up on the couch, I could use a change of scenery," he said, dropping his pen on the yellow pad and standing.

His chest swelled with a deep inhale, eyes still on the yellow notepad as the air came out in a huff, his cheeks puffing outward with the noise. Taking up both the pad he'd been writing on and the file he'd been referencing, he made his way to the couch on the other side of the door and sat down. Glancing up at you as you sat next to him, he offered a brief smirk before putting his attention on the notepad on the coffee table.

Sitting so close to him allowed his musky cologne to surround you, overwhelming your senses until your head was swimming. Blinking several times, you cleared your throat and crossed your legs, opening the file and beginning to read. You tried to concentrate on the words in the file, but damn it if his scent wasn't driving you insane. Biting the inside of your cheek, you curled your toes inside your shoes and clenched your jaw. You could feel your shirt beginning to stick to your back as a light sheen of sweat built up there.

You could hear his breathing, slow and steady as you cast a sideways glance, trying not to stare at the peppering of grey he had beneath his temples. Why did he have to be so handsome?

"How are you doing in law school?" he asked, eyes still on his work as he annotated in the margin of his notes.

Your mouth fell open as you tried to articulate an answer, when your voice refused to come out, you cleared your throat. "Pretty good. I'm actually supposed to be taking the bar this weekend."

"Good for you," he mumbled absently, underlining a sentence before he turned to look at you. "You nervous?"

You blinked again, the only seamless thing you could manage to do. "Very."

"Don't be," he answered with a gentle smirk. "I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"T-thank you."

He knitted his brows. "Are you okay?" Your mouth fell open again, eyes widening slightly as you nodded.

In truth, your mind was still reeling from the conversation you'd overheard him having with Lieutenant Benson and Detective Carisi. Sure, he hadn't necessarily said anything bad about the chocolate covered almonds that you had snuck onto his desk. But it was the fact that they sat just as you'd left them that worried you, unopened. Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you gestured to the clear, plastic box with the purple bow with your chin.

"I thought you liked chocolate covered almonds," you blurted out.

He furrowed his brows, turning his head slightly as his eyelids slid down suspiciously. "How did you know that was what they were?"

"Um…" Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit! "I overheard you talking to Lieutenant Benson earlier."

He seemed to only then remember that, yes, you had been in the room. In fact, it was not five seconds after he commented on the anonymous gift that you'd brought him his coffee. "That's right."

Well, him clearly not remembering your presence certainly bodes well for you. Bowing your head to hide your frown, you began to read the file in front of you while trying to calm the tears welling in your eyes. A heat settled on your cheeks and spread to your neck as you tried desperately not to blink so as not to ruin the case file in your hands with your tears.

"Sorry, I've been kind of in my own world today," he said, apparently oblivious to your efforts to not cry all over the Kellerman case. "Haven't been much use to anyone, trust me — hey…"

Oh great.

You flinched away from his touch when the backs of his fingers came to wipe on your cheek. "I'm sorry, did I… did something happen? Are you alright?"

You shook your head, holding a hand up towards him. A laugh escaped you as the water in your lower lids finally poured over, and you quickly wiped them away. "I'm fine."

"Yeah, you look completely fine," he replied.

You laughed again, unable to help it. You must've looked like a lunatic and kept your eyes averted so that you wouldn't have to see him see you like that.

"Come on, what's wrong? Something is clearly bothering you." His hand patted your shoulder before settling on the back of the couch.

"It's stupid, really." You tried to convince yourself that there was no one to blame except yourself. You had been the one that indulged in the fantasy of him feeling the same way that you did. You had allowed yourself to sink deeper into the feelings you had for him. You were the hopeless fool here, not him. "I'm in love with someone who apparently doesn't even know I exist."

You hadn't meant to tell him what was actually wrong, and judging by the surprised look on his face, he hadn't expected you to be so candid. Still, he cleared his throat and offered a sympathetic smile. "I don't know what to say."

You bobbed your shoulders, keeping your eyes on the file in your hands. "You don't have to say anything."

"I mean, even if I did, it would hardly be appropriate," he mumbled.

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line with the chocolates, I just wanted to do something nice for you and —”

“Oh…” His eyes went from you to the plastic box of chocolate, back to you. “You mean you… those are…”

You closed your eyes, wishing the floor would open up so that you could happily sink into the depths of hell and be done with it. The fact that he was clearly at a loss for words to the point of not even completing a single sentence was enough to make you wish you could just throw yourself from the window.

“Y/N, I’m your boss,” he said after a moment. “I’m so sorry, and I’m flattered, I —”

“It’s fine, can we just forget I said anything?” You were practically begging for a reset of the last ten minutes, but the look on his face indicated that it wouldn’t be so easy.

“I wish we could, but…” He gave a sympathetic smile and somehow that made you feel ever worse. “I’m sorry, I wish it were different, but it would be completely unethical for us to be anything other than colleagues.”

You nodded, ignoring for now the way your vision blurred. “Of course, I completely understand.”

He hesitated for a moment, as though there was something else he wanted to say. “And I’m so very sorry to have to do this, but I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to accept those now that I know where they came from.” He gestured to the box of chocolates. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, truly. I think you’re lovely, really I do, I just —”

“You don’t…” You chuckled pathetically through the tears that had finally begun streaming down your face. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I get it, it’s fine.”

Except it wasn’t fine. In fact, it was pretty far from fine. It was all you could do to keep yourself from sobbing out loud, relegating your tears to slow, silent streaks down each of your cheeks. It shouldn’t have come as such a surprise; why would someone as cultured and sophisticated as Rafael ever be interested in someone like you?

“Would it be okay if I went home?” You tried to keep the desperation from your voice, but it was about as useful as the chocolate almonds.

“Yes, of course. Go ahead, I can finish up here,” he replied. You were sure he thought he hid it well, but you could see the slightest touch of irritation in his eyes at having to go over the casefile himself.

Good, you found yourself thinking as you set both files down on the coffee table. If you had to face being rejected, the least he could do was finish researching his current case himself. The strange satisfaction was gone the moment you picked up the unopened box of chocolate covered almonds, and walked out of his office. You had managed to get all the way to the elevator before letting yourself break down completely, thankful for the late hour so that you could spend the entire ride down to the lobby alone with your tears. When the doors slid open again, you were just wiping under your eyes, sniffing hard and opening your mouth to exhale.

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

can you write a little piece of Barba and chilton holding you down and using you?

Sorry this took so long! And I'm not 100% sure that it's quite what you wanted. But this was as close as I could get to Chilton participating in anything resembling rough sex lol.

Heavy in Your Arms (A So Much Easier Than You Realize Story)

Written as always with the remarkable @pascalispretty . It's good to be posting something new again!! Can be read on ao3 here.

Warnings: swearing, some dom/sub undertones, a little bit of daddy kink, vaginal fingering, p. in v. sex, come eating, oral sex (f. receiving), and a hand job. Rating: E Word Count: 8392

“Hey, hey, what’s this?” Rafa asks with a smile and a grunt as you climb onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around him, you bury your face in the side of his neck and sigh. He transfers his book from his right to his left hand before tossing it onto the small table next to his chair by the window. “Hello to you too, sweetheart.” Both his hands come up to rest on your back and he shifts underneath you, redistributing your weight on his thighs and settling back in. 

Rafa lets you sit there, quiet and undisturbed for a couple of minutes, running his hands up and down your spine before he finally squeezes the back of your neck and remarks, 

“Not that I don’t love having you on my lap, but something tells me that this isn’t just a social call.”

You grunt irritably and he squeezes harder, his free arm tightening around you as you shiver before slightly relaxing. 

“Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Bad day,” you groan against his warm skin. 

“Want to talk about it?”

You groan again and shake your head, hugging him tighter and trying to mold yourself to his big, solid body. He shrugs and digs his fingers into the muscles along your spine, chuckling at the stuttered breath you don’t try to hide and kissing the side of your head. 

“Want to talk to Fred about it? I think he’s in the kitchen.”

“No talking, just…” You huff testily. “Just, god–I don’t know!” The words to describe how you’re feeling beyond ‘not good’ escape you and you feel the frustration both at the assholes you had to deal with today and your inability to tell Rafa about it or what you want him to do to help build inside of you. It crawls up your throat till it’s choking you and all you can do is shake your head against him and clutch his shirt tighter. 

“I don’t know, Rafa, I can’t–please just–” 

Rafa immediately shushes you and, leaning back, hugs you close. He reaches up to take your hair out of the messy bun you had put it in and tangles his fingers in the soft strands. 

“Alright, it’s fine, it’s okay,” he soothes quietly, the deep rumble of his voice something you can feel in your chest from where you’re lying on top of him. It shakes something loose inside of you and you shift on his lap, whining softly.  

“What do you need, baby?” Rafa asks, hand still playing with your hair. 

“Something! Nothing–fuck, Rafa, I don’t know I just…” you sigh, hissing and finally settling as your scalp twinges when he tugs sharply.  

“Okay, that’s alright. Shhh…” The fingers of his free hand slip below the waistband of your slacks, just resting there, and he kisses the side of your head. “We can take care of you. Figure out what you need. Something soft?” You shake your head and moan again. “Something rough?” Some of the muscles in your body begin to unclench by the tiniest of degrees and Rafa must feel it too. 

“Oh, that’s it. That’s what you need, huh? Well. We can handle that.” He scratches his nails across your scalp and you shiver. “Fred!” Rafa calls. “Fred, dinner can wait, come here!”  

He continues to hold you and play with your hair, tugging on it and twisting it through his fingers, as you both wait for Fred to join you. Which he does presently with an aggravated,

“What, Rafa? Not ten minutes ago you assured me that you would most certainly ‘wither and die’ if you weren’t fed in the next hour. What could possibly have superseded this need so quickly?”

“Oh stop, you’re exaggerating,” Rafa scoffs, absently rocking you. “We have more pressing concerns. Someone had a rough day and needs our help to get out of her head.” You whine at the thought and he tugs on your hair again, harder than before. You still immediately and feel Rafa smirk against the side of your head. 

“Oh? Does she?” Fred asks. The soft whisper of his socks over the hardwood floor gets louder and then two hands settle, heavy with purpose, on your shoulders and squeeze gently. Fred’s thumbs dig in under your shoulder blades and you don’t even try to stop the embarrassing noise that that pulls out of your throat. You start to go boneless and you slump against Rafa, not bothered by the soft chuckle you feel coming from him, enjoying the heat radiating from his body and from Fred’s as he presses closer to you. 

“She does. I think….” Rafa pauses thoughtfully. “I think she needs us to take charge for the rest of the night, Fred. Allow her to just let go for a bit. Want to help?”

Fred sighs happily behind you. His fingers are slowly but surely working out every knot the day had put into your shoulders and the longer he touches you the further away every single thought and aggravation you’ve experienced for the past eight hours feels. 

“Nothing would please me more, Rafa.”

“Hear that, sweetheart? Do you want daddy and papi to take care of you? To give you what you need?” Rafa asks, jostling you gently. You keen softly against his neck and nod, nipping his skin without any real intent behind the gesture–just wanting the taste of him in your mouth and the fading scent of his cologne in your nose. “Oh, of course you do. Right there Fred, press a little harder where you just were,” he orders over your shoulder and Fred obliges, fingers probing a particularly stubborn knot before pressing his knuckles hard against it and massaging. You moan and shift around on Rafa’s lap trying to escape the sensation until all at once warmth floods your body and you collapse like your strings have been cut, the first stirrings of arousal flaring up between your legs.  

“Daddy and papi are going to take you apart piece by piece, darling, until you can barely put two thoughts together. You won’t be able to move without assistance and you won’t want to. We are going to take such good care of you…” 

You grind your hips down against Rafa’s thigh slowly, the soft needy noises you’re hearing almost definitely coming from you. The longer Fred’s hands continue to work the muscles of your neck and upper back, however, the less you really care. 

“Oh, what a good needy girl you are!” Rafa marvels, pleased, sighing against your ear. “You know how much papi loves feeling you riding his thighs. But,” he pulls his fingers free from the waistband of your pants and smacks your ass hard. “I didn’t give you permission to do that, my darling. And that means you are going to have to be punished.”

Fred presses a kiss to your head and releases your shoulders and steps away after one last hard squeeze. You whimper at the sudden loss of the warm body against your back and shake your head. 

“Oh yes, I’m afraid you do,” Rafa insists, kneading the cheek his large warm hand is gripping. “You’ve put yourself into our hands, and I take that responsibility very seriously.” 

“Shall we take you to bed, sweetheart? Get you comfortable?” Fred asks, and you nod into the crook of Rafa’s neck. You don’t really want to move but the sooner you go the sooner you can be sandwiched in between the two of them again. 

“Good girl. Up you get.” Rafa swats lightly at your ass and leans back, encouraging you to get off. You groan in protest, sliding reluctantly off his thighs and onto your feet beside Fred. He laces his long fingers with yours and starts to lead you towards his bedroom, Rafa bringing up the rear and crowding close. 

The room is dark, but Fred ignores the bright overhead light in favor of turning on one of the lamps by his bed. It casts everything in a soft glow and you sag back against Rafa’s broad chest, watching as Fred fusses with the bedding. As he stacks the decorative pillows on the armchair by the bed Rafa wraps an arm around your waist and squeezes. 

“Should we get you out of these clothes, sweet girl?” Rafa pinches a fold of your blouse between his fingers, tugging gently. 

“Yes, please,” you sigh, remaining pliant in his arms as he starts to unbutton your shirt. Fred returns to where you and Rafa are standing after he finishes fussing with the pillows and he glances down your body. He gestures at your pants.

“Can I…?” he asks, watching intently as Rafa reveals more of your chest to him. 

“If you wouldn’t mind, Fred. Everything off,” Rafa tells him, tugging the hem of your blouse free from your pants so he can undo the last few buttons. Fred doesn’t need to be told twice, reaching for the fastening of your slacks and undoing it quickly. Instead of leaving you to kick your way free, he kneels in front of you and drags the fabric slowly down your legs. You squirm when the cooler air of the room hits your soaked underwear and Rafa chuckles behind you. 

“Patience, darling.” He pulls your shirt carefully over your shoulders and eases it down your arms. The slow, methodical stripping has every inch of your skin tingling with anticipation, just waiting for another incidental brush of their fingers. You gasp when Fred hooks his fingers behind one of your knees, encouraging you to lift your foot up so he can get your pants all the way off. 

“Oh, you’re so on edge, aren’t you?” Rafa asks softly, his breath hot against your ear as he finds the clasp of your bra. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll take care of you.” He nips your earlobe, unhooking your bra even as you arch your back at the scrape of his teeth. In front of you, Fred leaves your pants crumpled on the floor and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. 

“She must really need this; she’s soaked through these already, Raf.” He looks up at you as he starts to drag them down your legs. “Don’t you, darling?” he asks. It’s a mistake to look down and meet his eyes but you do and the image of Fred on his knees in front of you, his face so close to your cunt, makes you mewl in frustration. 

“Hush, sweetheart. We’ll get there,” Rafa murmurs, slipping your bra off your shoulders. “Do you really think daddy won’t be licking that pretty little cunt clean at some point tonight?” You’re naked between them now as Rafa rests his warm palms gently on your shoulders. You want to twist in his arms, to tuck your head under his chin and wrap your arms around his warm, broad body, but his hands are firm on your arms. 

“So lovely,” Fred sighs, running a hand from your hip down your thigh. “Absolutely lovely. Our sweet, best girl. Do you want the cuffs, Raf?” 

“No, I think she needs our hands.” Rafa gives you a little push towards the foot of the bed. “Go and kneel down, darling.” You do as you’re told, stepping around Fred to climb onto the huge bed. There are whispers and the sound of fabric moving behind you but you don’t turn to look. 

You don’t need to. Rafael gave you an order and obeying their orders to the letter is grounding. Freeing. It’s so comforting, so soothing, to know that they’ll take care of you–that they know exactly what you need and when you need it and all you have to do is cooperate so they can make everything better. They’ll make every second of this horrible day vanish and get you out of the spiral of overwhelming thoughts racing around your head. It doesn’t matter what they’re whispering about, you don’t need to know. All you need to do is what Rafael told you to do, to follow the instructions that papi gave you and kneel on the end of the bed for him. You don’t need to look. They’d never leave you like this, never give you an instruction without a purpose. Kneel and face forward and everything will be fine. 

They don’t leave you waiting for long. Fred, now stripped himself, comes into view as he climbs onto the bed. 

“Look at you waiting so patiently,” he admires, propping himself up with an overstuffed pillow and settling against the headboard. Once he’s sitting comfortably in front of you he holds his hands out, palms up. “Give daddy your hands, honey.” 

You have to shuffle forward a little on the big bed to reach his hands. Your stomach twists pleasantly at the feeling of his skin against yours when you rest your palms flat in his. Warmth is radiating off him like always and Fred gives you an encouraging smile, opening his legs slightly. 

“Lean forwards for me, darling, rest your head against the mattress,” he instructs, gently pulling your hands forwards. The mattress dips beside you and Rafa’s hands wrap around your middle, helping you relax into the position they want you in. Still kneeling, you let them lower your body until your head and shoulders are resting on the bed between Fred’s knees, your hands still held tightly by his hips. 

“Comfortable, sweetheart? Do you want a pillow?” Rafa asks once you’ve settled into place, running his hand down your spine. When you don’t answer immediately, already sinking into that place in your head where only Rafa and Fred can send you, Fred squeezes your hands and Rafa smacks your ass sharply. 

You shrug languidly, pressing your forehead into the mattress, and Rafa sighs. 

“Keep an eye out in case she needs one, Frederick,” Rafa directs, and arranges you so you’re resting your weight more on your heels in what feels like an approximation of puppy pose. It feels amazing. Your spine stretches out, your shoulders loosen, and Fred’s strong fingers massage your hands between his to add to your almost euphoric sense of well being. 

“Oh,” Rafa groans. “The view from here, Fred.” He runs his hands from your hips to your ass, gripping your cheeks and pulling them apart. You shiver and whine at the feeling of cool air hitting the most intimate parts of you, parts that are already soaking wet and wanting. The appreciative grumble that rises from Rafa’s chest heats your face and a twinge of humiliation starts to twist inside your stomach–coloring the contentment you’re feeling. You squirm slightly, hips shifting, and Fred shushes you quietly. 

“Be still, darling, it’s alright. Trust us.” Rafa pushes your cheeks together again and lets go before smacking your ass a little harder this time. 

The suddenness of the action makes you start and then moan; the rush of endorphins goes straight up your spine and settles at the base of your skull, relaxing you once again. 

“Oh, is that what she needs? Does she need papi to redden this gorgeous ass that’s just staring him in the face? Begging for him to lay his hands all over it?” 

You whimper your assent and Fred leans over you to kiss your head. 

“I think that was a yes, Rafa,” he whispers into your hair. 

“I think so too, Fred.” Rafa smacks the other cheek this time, even harder. The pain is a jolt through your whole body, tensing your muscles and then leaving relaxation and…arousal in its wake. 

Rafa lands a quick series of smacks on your ass, alternating sides, leaving you feeling a little raw, extremely exposed, and turned on in a strange, floaty way. It’s vague, you don’t really feel the need to do anything about it, you just want to wallow in it for as long as they’ll let you. 

He continues to spank you, overlapping previous hand prints he’d left, sometimes gently and sometimes hard enough to almost startle you out of the not quite trance he’s put you in. Fred still holds your hands in his, occasionally squeezing them, occasionally letting go to run his palms up and down your extended arms. 

Eventually he stops and the bed shifts under you as he sits back on his heels, probably–if you know Rafa at all–taking in his handiwork with a satisfied look on his handsome face. The two of them are silent and you don’t want to break the stillness in the room since they have clearly decided not to but… But the longer he looks, the longer you can feel Rafa looking, the more that squirmy, hot feeling starts to build in your body again, centering deep inside your core and ruining the tranquility he had caused. 

You sigh abruptly–harshly–and shift on the bed, your arms tugging against the hold Fred maintains on your wrists. That finally gets his attention. 

“Something wrong, darling?” he asks solicitously. You shake your head against the mattress but then quickly sigh again and nod. 

“Please fuck me,” you whisper, not really sure what else would relieve the feeling rolling steadily along every nerve in your body. Every muscle feels poised and ready for something, anything, the anticipation is coiling in your stomach and you just… You just…

“Please, papi please, I don’t–I can’t,” you whine, shaking your head again and starting to unfold your legs from beneath you. 

Rafa puts a large heavy hand on the small of your back and presses down. 

“What do you need, baby?” he asks softly and you groan, frustrated and irritable all over again, every single worry and aggravation from today starting to creep back in again. You don’t know what you need. He’s supposed to–

“Ugh, papi, please! I don’t know–please fuck me,” you beg, arching your spine, hoping to present yourself to him in a way that makes it impossible for him to refuse your request. If he doesn’t do something about this, something to cool this fire that’s starting to rage inside you, you’re going to explode–

“Oh, shh, baby, you’re alright. We’re going to take care of you, I promise,” Rafa hushes, running his hands softly over the globes of your ass, barely touching you, feathering over the marks he surely left on your skin. Goosebumps erupt all over your body and you shiver. “You have to be patient. Be patient and trust me; everything papi does is gonna make you feel better.”

One of Rafa’s fingers catches on your entrance and you gasp. He keeps moving like it was an accident and just when you’re starting to relax under his stroking and petting, another long finger catches again, this time sliding in up to the first knuckle. 

“Oh, darling,” he marvels, twisting his finger around just inside of you. “Look how wet you are! How accommodating, even for just the tip of my finger. I wonder…” He hums thoughtfully and slips his entire finger inside of you. You gasp, and Fred holds your hands tighter when you jerk in his grip. 

“Oh you are so wet. So wet and so warm, god, this cunt is so soft around my finger,” he praises, and your face heats up, that tingling arousal continues to simmer inside you, continues to spread out to your fingers and down your legs. “I just love the way you feel, sweetheart.” Rafa pulls his finger out only to bring a second one up to you and pressing them both back inside. The stretch is slow and perfect and so frustrating; it’s not enough, not quite what you wanted or what you need. 

Patience. You can have patience. They’ll always take care of you. 

Rafa makes a soft noise of contentment behind you, his free hand holding your hip tightly so you can’t try to buck back on his fingers and interfere with his pace. You can only take what he sees fit to give you, held down between his and Fred’s hands. He works his fingers in and out of you a few more times, agonizingly slowly, seeming to deliberately avoid the spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your vision go white. 

“I want a taste, Rafael,” Fred demands, his hands squeezing yours a little tighter. You cry out sharply when Rafa slides his fingers all the way out of you, leaning over you to offer them to the doctor. When you tilt your head you can just about see Fred wrap his mouth around Rafa’s fingers and the pleased sound Fred makes is downright obscene. 

Rafa’s hand tightens on your hip again as Fred sucks the taste of you off his fingers, and the noises of Fred’s mouth working make you squirm underneath them. Letting go of your hip to run a soothing hand down your back, Rafa presses just a little closer to you until his cock bumps against the sore skin of your ass. 

“I know, baby. Papi’ll get back to playing with you in a minute,” he says absently. You can imagine his gaze fixed on Fred, on the way he’s practically choking on Rafa’s fingers in his eagerness to chase the taste of you on his skin. 

Fred is breathing hard when he lets them go with a pop, and you can extrapolate from previous experience just how gorgeous he looks above you. 

“She tastes better every single time,” Fred sighs happily, stroking a hand over your hair. 

“I know,” Rafa agrees as he pushes two fingers, now wet with Fred’s spit, back inside of you. “Always tastes so good. Always feels so amazing.” As if to emphasize his point he pushes his fingers as deeply as he can, making you moan loudly against the sheets. It shouldn’t turn you on to hear them talk about you like you aren’t even in the room, but somehow it only stokes the flames in your belly higher. 

“Tell me what she feels like, Raf. Are you still just using two?” Fred asks, his hands returning to hold your wrists firmly in his grasp. 

“Just two for now. I can feel all those muscles working around my fingers trying to pull me in deeper. Such a greedy little cunt,” he says fondly as he drags his fingers slowly out of you until only the tips remain before pushing back in. 

“God, remember when we worked her up to four?” 

“Christ, yes,” Rafa grunts, curling his fingers downwards just a little. “You’ll have to do that again to her sometime–it was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.” You whimper under him, still not quite getting enough pressure on that spot to satisfy you. He doesn’t seem to be in any rush to make you come; it’s more like he’s touching you for his own pleasure, unconcerned about whether you come on his fingers or not. 

“I thought she was going to pass out when I managed to push my little finger in,” Fred reminisces. “So warm and wet and tight around them all, it was worth the time it took to get her there.” 

Rafa makes an appreciative noise and pushes another long finger inside of you without warning. The stretch of it makes you sob and try to rock back against him but the hand he has on your hip keeps you steady. 

“That was three,” he announces for Fred’s benefit, and you moan loudly when he finally presses down against just the right place with his fingertips. “Good girl, you know papi loves hearing you. All those pretty noises, god, I needed this myself after today.” 

“Bad day?” Fred asks nonchalantly, as though you aren’t held between them while Rafa fucks you slowly with his fingers. 

“Could have been better,” Rafa admits. “I can’t get a good read on the jury.” He presses just a little more firmly against that spot on your walls with every stroke of his fingers and your breath comes out in breathy little gasps as a familiar tension starts to coil in your center. 

“Am I the only one here who had a pretty good day?” Fred asks, and Rafa snorts. 

“Aren’t you special.” He sighs. “What do you think, Fred, should we let her come? Or should we make her wait?” Fred clears his throat and shifts slightly, squeezing your hands. 

“Oh, let her come–she probably needs it. And besides, I know how much you like feeling her cunt tighten around your fingers.” 

You can hear the smile in Rafa’s voice as he agrees. 

“Always thinking of what I need, Fred. I love you, guapo.” 

“Well, I figure spreading the joy around is the least I can do,” Fred demurs. “I’m sorry your jury is proving elusive. Anything I can do to help?” 

Rafa grumbles behind you and taps gently, erratically, against your g-spot, causing your legs to twitch under you. 

“I’m not really sure.” He taps again, a little harder and a little faster, and you finally come with a loud wail. Your orgasm releases in you like water from a dam, crashing through your whole body and leaving you trembling and moaning. “Shh, darling. Papi and daddy are talking,” Rafa admonishes, thrusting his fingers slowly, working you through it, drawing it out as long as he can. 

“God, your little cunt doesn’t want to let my fingers go does it?” He wiggles his fingers inside you and one of your legs almost kicks out behind you. “God damn–you feel so good.” He grunts thoughtfully.  

“I don’t know, Fred, there’s this one woman that I thought I could get by appealing to her sense of ‘sisterly solidarity’ or whatever but I swear every time I look at her it’s like looking at a statue. Either she has the best poker face in the world or,” he pauses, finally pulling his fingers out of you with one last stroke to that favorite spot and a murmured ‘good girl’. “Or I am just completely not reaching her. Is it me? My witness?” 

You feel him lean over your back again, his cock bumping first your cunt–causing another full body twitch–and then your well-spanked ass. 

“Here, have another taste, amor,” he offers. The sound of Fred sucking wetly, and probably messily, on Rafa’s fingers fills the room once again and you shudder, relaxing into your position folded up between them.

“Make sure to get my wrist, she dripped down my hand,” he reminds the doctor. “Such a messy, pretty girl, we just love that, don’t we?” he praises. Fred makes a deep agreeable noise and slurps around Rafa’s hand. 

“I really hope your entire strategy doesn’t hinge on appealing to her sense of ‘sisterhood’ with a woman she has never met before, honey,” Fred chides gently, a little breathless after pulling off Rafa’s fingers. “I can give you seven different reasons why she might feel more animosity towards a woman in your victim’s situation just because of their shared gender.” 

Rafa groans and then grunts as the head of his cock, leaking precome all over the both of you, drags against your skin. 

“No, not my entire strategy but I was hoping to count on her to be on my side during deliberations.”

Rafa’s cock trails down your cunt as he slowly sits back on the bed behind you and you try to wiggle away from the sensation, still a little sensitive after coming. Oh, and doesn’t that just rekindle that banked flame inside you. And the dark chuckle you hear from Rafa when he notices? 

“Someone’s still eager for more attention, aren’t you, princess?” he asks, trailing his nails gently in circles on the soft skin of your ass. “Hm?” 

He’s waiting for an answer. Fred squeezes your fingers to indicate that this is when you should be piping up with something, some kind of acknowledgement to Rafa’s question. But Rafa’s cock against you sent your cunt twitching and tingling all over again and now all your thoughts are consumed with just how good it feels. It takes you a minute to drag yourself back into the present, into Fred’s bedroom with the soft glow from the lamp next to his bed, in order to answer him. 

“Please papi, yes, I want–I need you to fuck me, please…” You take a deep, shuddering breath as he cups your cunt with his warm palm, that fluttering feeling coming back with the gentle contact. “God, I need something please, you feel so good…” 

“Oh, baby, don’t you worry, that’s what we’re here for,” Rafa reassures you, patting your cunt softly like you’re a favorite pet. “We’re gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. Aren’t we Fred?”

“Oh yes we are,” Fred coos, bending over you to bestow another soft kiss on your hair. You squirm as Rafa’s fingers brush over your clit when he takes his hand back and you hold your breath in anticipation as he kneels up and shuffles closer. You hear the tell tale slide of skin against skin as Rafa spreads your slick down his cock and you start to pant quietly, excited that finally, finally, he’s going to–

“Hold still baby, there we go, such a–fuuck…” Rafa pushes the big, blunt head of his cock against your entrance and slowly into your cunt, groaning all the while. “Such a good fucking girl for papi–god, you feel fucking good.”

He always feels so much bigger from this angle. Big enough that he punches the breath right out of your body as he enters you. You swear you can feel his cock in the back of your throat, maybe that’s part of the reason why breathing seems like a task that is just out of your reach. And, god does he take his sweet time working himself all the way into you. 

“Papi–” you whine weakly as he pushes just a little deeper inside. Your hands jerk in Fred’s grasp, trying to pull free so you can push yourself back onto Rafa. Fred holds you tighter, his large hands closing around your wrists firmly. Your pulling doesn’t go unnoticed by Rafa who strokes his hands slowly over your back and hushes you softly, his large palms warm and soothing as you shudder underneath him. 

“I know, baby, I know. You’re doing so well, just be patient,” he murmurs, his hands continuing to stroke until he’s buried all the way inside of you. “Christ, the way you feel around me. I’m stuffing you full and I can still feel your greedy little pussy trying to drag my cock in deeper.” 

“It’s a good thing that such a greedy little pussy has papi and daddy to take care of it and make it feel good. Isn’t it, darling?” Fred asks, taking your wrists in one hand so he can tuck your hair behind your ear. 

“Yes daddy,” you manage breathily. “It’s all for you and papi.” You’re practically slurring your words but you don’t have the wherewithal to be self-conscious; you’re too focused on Rafa’s cock inside of you and the gentle stroke of Fred’s hand over your hair. Held between them like this you can give yourself over to the sensations they’re providing, you can let yourself go exactly the way you’ve needed to since you got home. 

“Oh, good girl.” You can practically hear the smile in Rafa’s voice as he settles his hands back on your hips and gives a first testing thrust. Your whole body jerks and you keen against the sheets, needing him to keep going but completely unable to gather enough air in your lungs to ask for it. 

He knows anyway. Of course he knows. 

“You want it like this, sweetheart?” Rafa asks, giving another hard snap of his hips. “Want papi to fuck all those thoughts out of your pretty little head?” Too far gone to speak, you nod desperately and turn your hands over in Fred’s grip so you can clutch at his wrists. It’s all the encouragement Rafa needs to set a fast, harsh pace. 

His hips slap loudly against your ass with every thrust, aggravating the bruises he’d left earlier and ratcheting up every sensation he creates. Your whole body feels like it’s being pulled taut, everything dragging in towards your core like water pulling back to form a wave. Every pass of Rafa’s cock bumps against that spot inside you and you close your eyes so tightly that you know it’ll hurt to open them again. 

The only sounds you can manage are small breathless little gasps and whines, but they’re enough for Rafa. 

“There you go, is this what you needed?” Rafael practically growls, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly that you know he’s leaving bruises. His groans are loud, rumbling out from deep within his chest, and part of you wishes you could see his face. Your first orgasm left you sensitive and it doesn’t take you long at all to get to the edge again, sobbing against the sheets as you come. The force of it takes you by surprise, makes you bear down on Rafa’s cock, and he gives a hoarse moan behind you.

“Fuck, dear fucking god, keep doing that baby, keep squeezing papi’s cock like that–” he trails off with another loud groan, somehow fucking you even harder than before. The little air you can pull into your lungs burns, your whole body feels like you could combust at any moment, and it’s the best you’ve felt all day. 

“Good girl, papi’s good little girl, you want me to come inside you? Make a mess for daddy to clean up?” You nod frantically against the sheets, wanting to keep Rafa inside of you for as long as you can. “Papi’s best girl, gonna fill you up, you take it so good–” He’s clearly not paying any attention to what’s coming out of his mouth, the fast, babbled words becoming more and more disjointed the closer he gets to coming. 

His blunt nails dig into your hips, dragging you back on his cock as he comes. He pushes somehow even deeper inside of you than he was before, the head of him managing to hit the absolute end of your cunt and making you wail as he grinds against you. You gulp in huge gasping breaths once he stills, shivering almost violently underneath him as he runs a hand down your spine. 

You whimper when he pulls out of you, shuddering at the feeling of his come running down your thighs. The two men shift you slowly, carefully turning you over and helping you lie flat on the bed, always so mindful of hurting you. 

“Sore anywhere, my darling?” Fred asks softly, pressing a kiss to your temple once he has you settled on your back beside him. You feel almost drunk and you ache pleasantly, but you aren’t sore to the point of discomfort. 

“No, daddy,” you sigh, smiling when Rafa slips an arm around your shoulders to hold you close to his side. 

You turn your head and bury your face against Rafa’s side, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex and Rafa, and enjoy the gentle rise and fall of your head as Rafa breathes under you. Fred kisses your temple again, nuzzling the damp strands of hair there, before pressing soft teasing kisses down the side of your face. He lingers at the corner of your mouth, his tongue flicking out to probe gently but sighs, stroking your arm, and moves on. 

He continues to kiss down your neck, nipping gently behind your ear, and down to your shoulders, his hands caressing your body wherever he can reach. Rafa’s arm tightens around you and out of the corner of your eye you see his other hand coming up to tangle in the soft waves of Fred’s dark hair. You sigh, letting yourself sink deeper into the mattress; into the circle of Rafa’s arms, into the soft, gentle presses of Fred’s lips and tongue and teeth. 

“Going to clean up my mess, Fred?” Rafa teases quietly. Fred shuffles even closer to you and you feel his sigh from where his chest is pressed against your side and the sharper nip of his teeth against your bicep before he growls. 

“Always, Rafael. I always have to and always will clean up your messes,” he promises. 

Rafa laughs and your entire body shakes and jostles with the movement. You smile against his warm skin, relaxed and languid and your mind happily cleared of any thoughts but those of them. 

“I can always count on you, guapo,” Rafa responds and Fred harrumphs. He kisses all the way down your arm, briefly sucking on each of your fingers before leaning back up and sucking your nipple into his mouth. 

That relaxed state immediately dissipates and your entire body tenses like you’ve been electrocuted. It’s like Fred is pulling every bit of calm back out of your body, but he isn’t leaving the anger and frustration from earlier in the day, instead anticipation, arousal, and the flash and burn of slight overstimulation have space to settle into your brain and the base of your spine. 

“Oh, I think she likes that, Fred,” Rafa observes, a smirk obvious in his voice. Fred’s free hand settles on your stomach, keeping you still. You do like this. You like this very much. The soft, wet heat of Fred’s mouth, the determination with which his lips mold around your nipple, the barest hint of teeth against the sensitive pebbled flesh. 

The soft, pleased noises he makes when he grinds gently against your leg. 

You like all of this and that familiar heaviness settles again deep inside you; radiating from your cunt all the way up to your stomach, spreading out and meeting the little shocks of pleasure dancing down your nerves from the nipple in Fred’s mouth. You take a deep breath, suddenly realizing that you haven’t in what feels like minutes. 

“Look at her, clenching her thighs together like she hasn’t already come twice tonight–what a perfect little slut,” Rafa coos, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Does that pretty little cunt feel lonely, princess?” You whimper at him and Fred sucks harder, the little nips he’s dolling out becoming stronger. “Do you want Fred to hurry up and get down there faster?”

You hear the smack that Fred delivers to some part of Rafa’s bare skin and the lawyer’s ridiculous giggling laugh response. But Fred does move on, letting go of your nipple with an obscene pop, leaving it wet and hard and exposed to the cool air of the room. He presses a final kiss to it before continuing his journey down your body, pressing kiss after kiss in a line down your stomach, over your belly button, and finally stopping at your mound.

“Mmm, darling. God, I have been waiting to do this all day.” He kisses you again and you jump, surprised, when he blows gently over your wet cunt. Rafa tightens the arm he has around your shoulder and wraps his other arm around your waist, stopping briefly to affectionately tug on a lock of Fred’s hair. 

“Oh you’re so wet…” Fred sighs, blissfully, staring raptly at your cunt. “And Rafael, you left such a mess down here.” He tsks and settles onto his stomach, bringing his hands up and using his thumbs to gently spread you open. 

You squirm under his close examination and shut your eyes, a hot feeling of almost embarrassment flooding your body. You pry them open again to look down and see Fred’s green eyes sparkle up at you, mischievous, turned on, and completely delighted at the prospect before him. 

“What a task you’ve left me, Rafi,” he says, excited. “How thoughtful.” 

And before you can say another word, before any other thoughts are even processed in your brain, Fred leans in and licks a long, wide stripe all the way up your cunt. 

Your entire body twitches and fights Rafa’s strong hold when Fred pauses before sucking hard on your clit. You can’t be sure if the moan you hear comes from you or from Fred, you certainly feel noises emanating from between your legs, and Fred dives right in and starts to lick and suck and clean up any evidence that Rafa had been there. Fred eats you out like a starving man, like it’s the only thing he’s had in weeks, and his raw enthusiasm is devastating. 

His tongue is wet and warm and slippery against you, firm as he uses it to flick your clit, and he smiles into your cunt when you twitch in Rafa’s arms every time he does so. He grumbles happily, wrapping both his arms around your legs and throwing them over his shoulders, boxing his head in with your thighs. 

He stops when you keen, high and desperate, after he nips your clit and he sighs. 

“You aren’t getting tired already, are you darling?” Panting, you look down at him again, and watch as he presses quick kisses to the insides of each of your thighs before grinning at you and diving back in. 

“Daddy—oh—!” you cry as Fred suddenly slides two fingers inside of you, curling them and dragging them along your walls while sucking on your clit again. Rafa groans deep in his chest, the vibrations against you adding to Fred’s own noises of pure delight. Combined, they only amplify the building arousal pumping endorphins through your body. 

Fred breaks away from you with a loud moan. With his fingers still buried inside of it, he addresses your cunt and explains, 

“Well, sweetheart, I wouldn’t be doing a very good job of cleaning you up if I didn’t make sure the inside of you was clean too.”

Rafa snorts and under normal circumstances you also would have something to say about Fred’s sass, but this time all you can do is clench your thighs around his ears and whimper at him while his fingers move steadily inside of you. He pulls them out slowly and you watch, stunned, shocked into breathlessness as he pops them into his mouth and sucks them clean, moaning around the digits before plunging them back in and licking around them. 

“Fuck, I–Daddy–” you whine plaintively, twisting your hands in Rafael’s tight grip. You want to sink your fingers into Fred’s soft hair, to scrape across his scalp with your nails in and tear more of those delicious moans from him, but Rafa won’t let you go. 

“Is he doing a good job, baby?” Rafa asks softly, and you manage to nod. “Aren’t you lucky that daddy loves cleaning up your messy little cunt so much?” 

As if to emphasize Rafa’s point, Fred opens his fingers inside of you, just enough to allow him to push his tongue in between them. Your moan is shameless, loud, and you throw your head back against the pillows, the tendons in your neck straining. 

Fred’s warm, velvety tongue practically flutters inside of you and he groans against your cunt, trying to press his face even closer, to sink his tongue even deeper. Your skin doesn’t feel large enough to contain the sheer heat inside of you and you’re only vaguely aware that you’re panting out ‘daddy’ with every breath. 

“Oh sweet girl, are you nearly there? Going to give daddy his favorite thing and come on his tongue?” Rafa tightens his hold on you, keeping you still as you begin to squirm when you get close to your third orgasm of the night. That only makes Fred more eager, his fingers and tongue working faster inside you. 

The noise that you make when you come is closer to a shriek than a moan, a high, keening sound as all that tension finally snaps and sends warmth flooding through your body. Stars explode behind your closed eyes and when you finally come back to yourself you’re shaking in Rafa’s arms. 

Fred shows no signs of slowing down–if anything he’s only spurred on by your orgasm–but it’s starting to become too much. The press of his fingers inside of you is hovering on the border between pleasure and pain and you aren’t sure how much longer you have before the balance tips in the favor of discomfort. 

It doesn’t take your lovers long to pick up on the change in your noises and the way you’re moving restlessly between them. Fred lifts his head up, slick shining on the lower half of his face and his pupils blown as he looks at you. 

“Too much, sweet girl?” he asks, dipping his head down to kiss your abdomen. “Do you want to stop?” He sounds drunk and you know he could go on for a lot longer simply enjoying the taste and feel of you but you can’t. You’re wrung out and exhausted and all you want to do is fall asleep between them. 

“Yes, please,” you manage. “Tired, daddy.” You don’t have the energy left to form a complete sentence. You just want Fred and Rafa to keep taking care of you. 

Fred makes a soft hushing noise as he slowly slides his fingers out of you, dropping more gentle kisses along your thighs when you keen softly at the feeling. 

“Good girl, you did so well,” Rafa whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead as Fred settles himself on the bed beside you. 

“You really did. Do you feel better, sweetheart?” Fred asks, almost absently putting his slick fingers into his mouth to lick the taste of you off them. Heaving a sigh, you turn so you can snuggle into Fred’s side and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Yeah. Always take such good care of me,” you answer quietly as Fred wraps his arm around you, holding you against him. You can see how hard he still is, precome smeared on his stomach, but you’re too tired to do anything about it. It makes you feel a little guilty, leaving him wanting when he and Rafael have given you exactly what you need, but you’re pretty sure you’d fall asleep before you could manage to get him off. 

Rafa’s warm body presses close against your back, spooning you as he leans over your head to kiss Fred. It’s a slow, lazy thing and you want to watch even as your eyelids feel increasingly heavy. 

“Do you want me to take care of that?” Rafa asks eventually, resting his hand on Fred’s abdomen an inch or two away from his hard cock. 

“Mmm, yes,” Fred hums, turning his head to press a kiss to the top of your head. “You mind, sweet girl? Don’t want to keep you from sleeping.” The consideration makes your heart ache, and you shake your head against Fred’s shoulder. 

It’s all the permission Rafa needs to wrap his hand around Fred’s cock, smearing the drops of precome beaded at the tip across the head with his thumb. 

“Fuck, Fred. You always look so gorgeous between her legs. Making those noises and rutting against the mattress,” Rafa praises, quickly finding a fast rhythm. Fred’s arm tightens around you and, as much as you want to watch, the day catches up with you. Your blinks get longer and eventually you close your eyes, just listening to the soft noises that Fred is making as Rafa jerks him off. 

You’re half-asleep when Fred finally groans, his body twitching under you as he comes. You open your eyes blearily, looking at the come spattered across Rafa’s hand and Fred’s stomach as Rafa works Fred through his orgasm. 

The three of you lie there, tired, satiated, and quiet for a few minutes. Your eyes are getting heavier and the furnace-like warmth thrown out by the both of them is not helping you stay awake. You could sleep just like this for the rest of the night. It’s only when Rafa moves to grab a corner of the sheet that Fred finally moves, abruptly sitting up and dislodging you. 

“Sorry, sweet girl,” he apologizes quickly before turning to glare ferociously at Rafa. “Rafael! You can’t wipe come off on the sheets! God, you’re such a savage–” Fred huffs, reaching over to the bedside table and the box of tissues he keeps there. 

He throws them at Rafa’s chest, smirking triumphantly when the corner catches him in the nipple and Rafa swears loudly. 

“Ow! Jesus, Fred, come on!”

“Serves you right. God, I can’t believe you sometimes.” Fred rolls his eyes as Rafa petulantly mutters under his breath, wiping his hand off and throwing the dirty tissues and the box over you and back at Fred. 

“You know what else might make her feel better?” Rafa asks, a familiar tone in his voice. Fred looks at him, suspicious, and raises an eyebrow. “Dinner. Food possesses great healing qualities you know.” Fred snorts. 

“Somehow I get the feeling that that request is not purely motivated by selflessness, Rafael Barba.” He sighs, shaking his head, unable to stop the fond smile that begins to spread over his face. 

“I’ll go finish dinner,” Fred starts, wiping his chest off and looking at the wad of tissues in his lap with distaste. “Rafa, if you want to finish cleaning up here…?” You watch, drowsy, as he stands, holding the dirty tissues away from him. Rafa jostles you as he shrugs and nods. 

“Want papi to stay with you? Cuddle a bit before dinner?” he asks, leaning down to kiss you and brush his nose along yours. You nod, unable to keep your eyes open any longer. You listen to the two of them bicker good naturedly as Fred dresses and Rafa gets up and moves into the bathroom, satisfied that whatever needs doing they’ll probably take care of properly. 

“Thanks, Rafi,” you mutter, pushing your face further into a pillow that smells like Fred’s laundry detergent and his cologne. You feel two kisses to the side of your head. 

“It’s not like we didn’t get anything out of this either, honey,” Fred jokes, running his fingers through your hair. “I can wake you up when dinner’s ready?” You nod slowly and pat at the air behind you, catching one of them in the thigh. 

“Sounds good,” you mumble. “Love you.” 

[faithiegirl01]

Faithie’s Fic Finding Corner:

Ok y’all I need help…

So I was reading this Sonny fic, but my phone decided to glitch and close out on it. Now I can’t find it anywhere at all and it driving me mad. So basically Sonny and reader were partners and they were going to ask someone questions. As they were walking to the persons place the reader looked upset so naturally started to try and figure out why. When the reader got annoyed with him asking her she admits she went on a crappy tinder date…

That’s as far as I got and now I can’t find it, so can someone and I mean anyone help me find it? If you can I’d really appreciate it.

[yoonbroom]

SEVENTEEN FIC RECS

a list of seventeen fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 also if there wasn't a summary on the fic I just included a little paragraph or the request! now onto the recs ↓

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

HELLO TUTORIAL - @97-liners

oneshot, fluff, college au, frat au

it’s your final year of college, and you’ve been elected president of your sorority. this is all great and fine, but as the semester goes on, you find yourself having repeated run-ins with the president of the fraternity next door in a series of unfortunate coincidences (that might not actually be coincidences, as you come to discover). or: in which you’re trying to deal with your crush on seungcheol in a normal way, but the meddling kids are making it harder than it needs to be.

FRACTURED PARENTING, PT.2 - @berriesandjunnie

oneshot angst, fluff, idol au, separated parents au, enemies to lovers

parenting can be an emotional rollercoaster when you’re far from divorced and the flames are far from dying.

YOON JEONGHAN

UNTITLED - @userjuyo

drabble, fluff, est relationship

"i just know than jeonghan would tease his s/o a lot, but whenever they went “hannie :(“ he would literally MELT like he’d just be like “okay sweetheart i’m sorry 🥺” and the members would be like ????? BC HE WON’T LET THEM LIVE but it’s his baby so &lt;;3"

UNTITLED - @wqnwoos

drabble, fluff, est relationship

“what if crabs think that fish can fly?” your question is whispered into the darkness of your bedroom — you gazing at the ceiling thoughtfully, while jeonghan curls up beside you.

OF RAINY NIGHTS AND ROSES - @chenfleur

oneshot, angst, fluff, idol au, est relationship

In the heat of the moment, Jeonghan grows careless with his words. Now, he has to bear the weight of saying things he didn't mean.

DAISIES - @viastro

oneshot, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers

the best type of revenge is to hurt the person that means the most to them. aka, in which jeonghan is in charge of making you fall in love with him, just to break your heart. 

JOSHUA HONG

BEST FRIENDS BROTHER - @chocosvt

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, best friends brother

joshua happens to be your best friend’s older brother. he’s pretty, and he’s got a lot of cool details about him that you pay a concerning amount of attention to, but he’s just a friend (if you could even call it that). still, what does he think of you, anyway? that is—if he thinks of you.

IT TAKES TWO - @/berriesandjunnie

oneshot, fluff, idol au, parent au, est relationship

a family is a little scary when your partner has over millions of fans.

UNTITLED - @/wqnwoos

drabble, fluff, est relationship

"it feels like the sky has only just welcomed the sun when joshua tries to get up to leave."

WEN JUNHUI

HEAVEN COULDN'T WAIT FOR YOU - @/berriesandjunnie

oneshot, angst, idol au

i just couldn’t stand to see you leaving but heaven couldn’t wait for you.

HAPPY ENDING - @junkissed

one shot, angst, fluff, marriage, est relationship

a pointless argument escalates until both of you need some space, but it couldn't come at a worse time.

KWON SOONYOUNG

LET ME TRY AGAIN - @papermatisse

oneshot, angst, fluff, exes to lovers, parent au

Soonyoung had never wanted to live a restrained capitalistic life, forced to work a tiresome 9 to 5, paying taxes until the day he dies. Though in exchange to pursue the other option, that being devotion to a career, he had to pay an unfathomably large price—he had to abandon everything and everyone he's ever loved. can he fit himself back into his former life? one that's changed more than he can possibly imagine? could the ones he loved forgive him for his wrongdoings? could he get the second chance he wants so desperately?

(UN)TRADITIONAL - @neonun-au

oneshot, fluff, wedding au, est relationship

"The digital clock on the hotel night stand flashes the next minute as it passes. A re-run of Law & Order: SVU drones on in the background as you sit at the edge of the bed, staring sleeplessly at your wedding dress hanging on the back of the closet door. "

VOWELS AND VERACITY - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, teacher au, single parent

after a blind date that makes you feel like a giddy teenager all over again, you’re forced to grow up and take a chance when you realize that special someone is your daughter’s kindergarten teacher.

BE SWEET - @heartkyeom

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, royalty, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers

“Why are you here?” Your tone is resolute, not allowing for even an inch of resistance. “That’s what we need to talk about. We’re getting married,” He lifts the corner of his mouth. You let out a laugh that is nowhere near polite, in fact, you’re nearly cackling at the prospect of this idea. It’s simply so outlandish, so fantastical that every time you look at his face it seems more unfathomable.

JEON WONWOO

FOR THE BOOKS - @trblsvt

oneshot, fluff, teacher au, est relationship

wonwoo's students seemed intent on matching him up with a fellow teacher. he didn't really want to stop them, it was too funny for him to break up their fun. plus, he didn't mind the certain someone he was being "set up" with.

HOW TO FALL - @because-of-a-friend

oneshot, fluff, angst, idol au

"hi!! <3 i love ur acc and i was wondering if you'd be able to write an imagine where you're besties with joshua and he invites you to meet the rest of seventeen for the first time and you instantly fall for wonwoo? maybe some angst but overall fluff? thank you!! no rush!! i love your work!!!"

UNTITLED - @/97-liners

oneshot, fluff, royalty au, friends to lovers, childhood friends

"a royalty au where you’re the heir to the throne and wonwoo is your shy (and lowkey bumbling) royal advisor…. he’s smart and always has his head stuck in a book but he’s also painfully awkward and clueless to how deeply in love with him you are. until your parents decide it’s time for you to get married. and suddenly you’re inundated by suitor after suitor, and wonwoo is quizzing them on their credentials and doubting their suitability for you, this one makes brash political decisions, this one spends too freely, this one has no tact for diplomacy. until one day, you turn to him and ask, “you’ve hated every single one of them. who, then, do you think i should marry?” and wonwoo blushes red and presses his lips together."

SCANDAL, PT.2, PT.3, PT.4- @fantasyescapes17

series, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, regency au

this is part of an extensive series that includes other members! you can check it out ⤳ here

The Viscount's sister with an enormous dowry, beauty and unmistakable talent- you began the London season as the most desired woman in any room. But Jeon Wonwoo (a man who would rather hide in the library than dance at a ball) is beyond your comprehension. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it embroiled you into a scandal with a man you could never love.

MEET CUTE OF THE CENTURY - @lovelyhan

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

the last thing you expected when you volunteered at your city’s local animal shelter is to meet the hottest cat person in the world. now if only he’d just adopt one of them so you’d stop ogling him every time he drops by.

MARRIAGE - @yikesmary

drabble, fluff, parent au, est relationship

where wonwoo’s nightmare is coming true.

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE - @/yikesmary

oneshot, fluff, parent au, est relationship

where you and nari try to make breakfast and a cake before wonwoo wakes up… if only your daughter knew what the word “surprise” meant.

LEE JIHOON

GUITAR STRING - @leejungchans

oneshot, fluff, angst, royalty au

"“Take me away.” Jihoon’s elegant fingers, previously plucking at his guitar strings, freeze at your words. The soothing, lullaby-like chords he had been playing echo into the inky darkness, carried away by the chilly night breeze."

WE'LL BE OK - @atinykidult

drabble, angst, fluff, idol au, est relationship

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you” for hurt!Jihoon

LIVE - @wondernus

oneshot, fluff, idol au, est relationship

having just finished composing a song a few hours ago, jihoon starts a live on his phone to sing to those who are feeling a little lonely at night. little does he know, your sleeping figure could be seen in the corner of his little livestream, causing his fans to go crazy.

MWHA - @cheolism

oneshot, fluff, est relationship

three times you said "mwah" at the end of a kiss and one time jihoon said it back

IM DATING WOOZI - @jihoonotes

oneshot, fluff, smau, est relationship, idol au

y/n is in a public relationship w/ woozi of SVTZ and decides to make a twitter acc to support jihoon, but SVTZ fans seem to think they're delusional.

JIHOON'S PUPPY - @rubyreduji

oneshot, angst, fluff, college au

jihoon can’t seem to shake the puppy dog who keeps following him around or the teasing he gets for it

HEARTSTRINGS - @wavelikewhat

oneshot, fluff, strangers to lovers, idol au

You help Jihoon meet an unexpected deadline for a song and he wonders why he can’t stop thinking about you. Luckily his members nudge him toward the answer.

LEE SEOKMIN

WARM ME UP ! - @ponkwan

drabble, fluff, est relationship

the one where you’re on your third date with seokmin.

KIM MNGYU

HOT OR COLD? - @jjuniehao

oneshot, fluff, est relationship

when looking for something on his phone, you find an email you didn’t expect…

BOYFRIEND PHOTOS - @babyleostuff

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

a sunny date spent with your precious boyfriend

XU MINGHAO

THE LETTER - @toruro

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, brothers best friend, childhood friends to lovers, idol au

in which you’re jun's little sister and have been pining for a man so close yet so out of reach for ages. now, years later, when you see minghao all grown up, famous, and still making your heart flutter, you're not so sure what to do about your not-so-little crush.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

A BEAUTIFUL LIFE - @sungbeam

oneshot, fluff, childhood friends, est relationship

Boo Seungkwan asked you to marry him beneath the shade of an orange tree.

CHWE VERNON

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE - @suhnshinehaos

series, fluff, angst, childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, smau

the one where you get into an arranged marriage with your childhood best friend vernon, but neither of you seem to mind that much

UNTITLED - @/wqnwoos

drabble, fluff, est relationship, idol au

“vernon, we need to talk.”

OR, WOULD YOU RATHER IT BE ME? - @thepixelelf

oneshot, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, college au, soulmate au

A detested soulmark, a friendship over a decade in the making, and an unexpected proposal from one friend to another… what could possibly go wrong?

LEE CHAN

SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE - @/berriesandjunnie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, parent au, idol au

no matter what stage in life you’re at, or after all these years, you can count on his hyungs to still treat him the same.

08:23 AM - @wheeboo

drabble, fluff, est relationship, idol au

in which chan is late to dance practice.

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[autismaaids]

Don't look it up if you know what's good for you.

[lovecarisi]

Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 1: The Boathouse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jazzyj93]

Noah is always at a sleepover. How many friends does he have?!

[malevolent-muse]

Just some Barisi art I did a few years back for a friend's fic.

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[polkadotpenguin16]

#MarchFicMadness24 Rec List

Here's my contribution to @the-blind-assassin-12's March Madness Reblog Challenge: reblog 63 fics in 31 days!

Below are stories/drabbles/whatever that I enjoyed reading and give the Penguin Stamp of Approval 🐧™ (very exclusive)

Expect a lot of Carisi/Barba love 😍

Part 1 | Part 2

🥰=Fluffy 😔=Angsty 🥵=Saucy 📋=Masterlist

1. Carisi and reader's first kiss by @kryptonitejelly 🥰 Sonny Carisi x reader This is just an adorable little snippet that made my heart flutter

2. Mistakes We Knew We Were Making, Chapter 1 by @lovecarisi 🥵 Sonny Carisi x reader Hot damn - that's it, that's all my thoughts lol

3. Slow, soft love making with Barba by @adacarisi 🥵 Rafael Barba x reader This was my gateway fic into the Tumblr-SVU-Fic-Verse (came here from a random pin on Pinterest). And it is still one I enjoy going back to because it is so delightful. Anyone who enjoys smutty SVU fics should check their stuff out!

4. Sweet Tangerine by @whoevrwhatevr 🥰😔 Sonny Carisi x Rafael Barba My guilty pleasure is sick/comfort fics, and this one checks all the boxes for me. Pathetic, ill Sonny has a special place in my heart lol

5. Second Chances, Part One by @tropes-and-tales 😔🥰🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader I read this on the recommendation of @misscharlielulu, and it did NOT disappoint! It literally has everything - broken hearts, adorable dates, a sensual satisfying climax. It goes from angsty, to fluffy, to saucy, and it is near close to perfect.

6. Overtime by @storiesofsvu 😔🥰 Rafael Barba x Reader Honestly, read any of her stuff, you're guaranteed to enjoy it. I like this one in particular because it is such a well composed story. And she nailed Raf being a lovable dick 😂

7. Tears For A Good Man by @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader I always get excited when a new Sonny fic comes across my dash, and this one is just GAHHH **insert incoherent happy noises** Probably the sweetest version of Sonny you will ever come across **swoon**

8. 19 (aka losing your virginity to Sonny) part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 by @carisi-dreams 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader If I was on a deserted island and was only allowed to bring one fic to read, THIS WOULD BE IT!!!! I love how relatable the reader is, I love how attentive Sonny is, and it's just GOD DAMN HOT 🔥

9. Relaxation Therapy by @mrsrafaelbarba 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader Who doesn't want a sexy Cuban lawyer to take care of them after a long day 😏 #life is hard and barba is hot

10. You're My Dream Girl by @pascalispretty 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Apparently @misscharlielulu and I are on the same wavelength because we were both thinking about this one today lol. This one is hot, heavy, desperate and it's AMAZING

11. Line Without a Hook by @writingdayandnight 🥰 Rafael Barba x Reader This reads like a delightful romance movie, and is a beautiful alternative for Undiscovered Country-deniers (seriously, what were they thinking?!)

12. Carisi realizing he’s in love by @kryptonitejelly 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Another adorable snippet courtesy of @kryptonitejelly - keep em coming!

13. “i’m yours, in every way possible.” by @qvid-pro-qvo 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Y'all wanna cry happy tears? Cuz this made me cry happy tears! I found this gem last week, and have become completely obsessed.

14. HCs: Being in a Relationship with Sonny Carisi by @locke-writes 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader This is wonderfully written, in-depth, and simply put, it's heartwarming 💓

15. Rafael Barba Masterlist by @melk917 📋 Rafael Barba x Reader If you're a Barba fan, this is the Tumblr to go to! Seriously, just pick any of them. You'll find a little bit of everything, and you'll enjoy yourself.

16. A Fight With Sonny by @storytimefromthecreed 😔🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader The dialogue in this is so perfectly written. Honestly, it's #truelovegoals

17. Rain, Candlelight & Pumpkin Spice by @beccabarba 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader This one is so soft and sensual and makes me miss fall. Standout quote - "I love that you think you’re the lucky one" - I'm literally melting 🫠

18. Taken Care Of by @plaidbooks 😔🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader There are LOTS of stories out there about Sonny taking care of the reader. Not nearly as many about Sonny being cared for, and by god does that man deserve it! This is a fav of mine, Julie's so talented, and I've got 45 more fics to go so I'm sure I'll be adding more of her stuff to this list.

19. Perfect / Love Won’t Die by @cathrrrine 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader When this fic dropped, I got absolutely nothing done that day because it was the only thing I could think about. It gives you all the nice mushy feelings a good fluff piece should!

20. Movie Night by @adarafaelbarba 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader This is one of the first Rafa fics I ever read. Then I freaking lost it and thought I was imagining the whole thing. And when I finally found it again, it was even better than I remembered lol

21. Mistakes We Knew We Were Making, Chapter 2 by @lovecarisi 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Chapter 2's out y'all!

22. Public Transportation by @amaroforpresident 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader An utterly adorable meet cute 😍

23. Caught in the Act by @svuwritings 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Just absolutely filthy smut; might need a cold shower after this one.

24. 4th of July by @australiancarisi 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader I love reading fics with a focus on Sonny's family. We got such a small sliver of that part of him on the show. This fic just makes me smile ☺️

25. Decisions by @detectivesvu 😔 Rafael Barba x Reader This is a heavy read, but it's oh so good. Sidenote, this reader is a saint - I wish I could practice this level of patience lol

26. Paradise Lost & Paradise Found by @cycat4077/@cycat-carisi 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader So Tumblr will not let me reblog these for some reason, but I just had to share because I love them so much. This story breaks my damn heart and then glues it back together and I am HERE for it! All of their stuff is a joy to read 💙

27. I Want You to Touch Me by @writefasttalkevenfaster 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader Sexy bearded Barba, anyone? “I told you it wouldn’t be a bed,” - GAHH I'm blushing 😳

28. Gallery by @svu-ncis-criminalminds 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader Is "deliciously angsty" a thing? I have issues dealing with conflict in my personal life, so reading about people fighting and making up is kind of cathartic for me. It does wrap with a sweet ending.

29. Getting Flowers from Sonny by @duchesschameleon 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader I've only received flowers once from someone (who wasn't family) and I remember just how goddamn special that made me feel and this perfectly captures all those warm fuzzy feels 😊

30. "Hey, just look at me. Breathe." by @amirightcounsellor 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader Oh, to be held by Sonny after a nightmare...

31. Sonny in an accident part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 by @carisi-dreams 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader Scrolling through Violet's blog is like the best box of chocolates you've ever received - always something new and exciting to find. I cannot believe I only just read this today. I think it is a contender for my most favorite fic of all-time. Violet, I bow to your greatness 🙌

32. Unsure by @svucarisiaddict 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader I love this story so much. It really resonates with me deeply. And Sonny is such a dear in this :)

33. The Tum by @plaidbooks 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader I love me a fluffy man, and Raf deserves all the adoring attention in the world <3

34. A Misunderstanding by @minidodds 😔 Rafael Barba x Reader This is a cute shorty about a silly miscommunication.

35. Toy Box by @detective-giggles 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Did someone turn up the heat, cuz it's getting a little steamy in here. This is filthy...please enjoy 😏

36. All Wrapped Up by @melk917 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader I know the holiday season has passed, but this is a good read all year round.

37. Come Home part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 by @enamoured-x 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader In case you needed your heart torn up this evening! This whole series is amazing, I love it so much. Why do I we love to see Carisi suffer so much?!

38. Do Not Disturb by @foryouthem00n 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader I do enjoy me some Cranky Carisi lol. Can hardly believe Sonny would turn down cuddles 🥺

39. how the svu characters would react to you pranking them by texting “i miss being single” by @cathrrrine 🥰 The whole SVU gang These are all just a laugh and a half 😆 and so accurate! "Not now. I'm not done sulking yet." OMG seriously Rafa?!!

40. fluff #1 by @writingsforfandoms-multi 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Ya know, I'm just a sucker for some domestic bliss. This one is so precious!

41. Your first five dates with Sonny… by @reddielov-e 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader This is such a fun read! Very well thought out, lots of details. "you’re an outstanding woman and you never fail to make me laugh" - ya killing me!

42. Jealousy by @minidodds 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader This is an oldy but a goody. I go back to this one whenever I'm in the mood for some angst.

43. Trust Me by @ambivertdreamer 😔 Rafael Barba x Reader I really like Rafa stories that follow the plot from Intersecting lives (wtf were you thinking giving out your address Barba?!) and seeing the fall out and consequences that the show didn't really give us. This is a great story that ties up really nicely.

44. Coming Home by @seekret-fanfic 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Warning! Your heart may not be prepared for this amount of fluff!! I fucking LOVE this story - it pulls at the heartstrings in such a delightful way. Warms my cold dead heart 🖤

45. On Takeout and Yoga by @inflagranteinnuendo 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Not your conventional smut piece. This is so well written. I love the flow of the whole story. I love the build up to ending. I love just how goddamn sweet and endlessly understanding Sonny is!!

46. SVU guys picking out engagement rings by @adacarisi 🥰 Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Mike Dodds I've been a wedding-y mood recently, and this just tickles my fancy.

[drelizabethgreene]

Hello 9-1-1 fans! I appreciate all the engagement in my posts so far. Been a lover of small fandoms for a while, but it’s nice to be welcomed to a bigger, more active group! I just try to avoid spoilers since I’m only on S2. :)

Couples I’m most interested in seeing: Maddie/Chim and more Athena/Bobby. And I do see the Eddie/Buck chemistry!

Favorite character so far: Athena, but I’m biased because I liked Angela Bassett in ER.

Next episode up: 2x9, Hen Begins (I can’t wait for all the Begins episode)

Fanfic: No 9-1-1 fics yet, but if you want to check out what I do in other fandoms, feel free to browse my AO3. My main fanfic fandoms are ER, SVU, and The Resident.

[curioussubjects]

Kara/Lee Fic LiveJournal Links

It occurred to me a while ago maybe not everyone is familiar with navigating LiveJournal, much less how to go about finding fic there. I figured it could be helpful to have a list of personal journals and communities to make that easier, or just to have on hand. What's included on this list: * Authors (prolific and/or widely rec'd, some with partial AO3 archiving); * K/L Communities (great sources for other fics and fanworks); * General Battlestar Galactica (2003) fic communities; * Friend-Locked and Deleted Journals (for reference and archived links, if applicable); * Authors that moved all their fics to AO3 (not linked, also for reference). All that being said, this post is neither a rec list or comprehensive. Mainly, I wanted it to be a point of entry for new fans or fans who aren't familiar with LiveJournal. With that in mind, if I forgot a community or user you think should be here, let me know and I'll edit the post to include them. Let me know if there are any issues/questions!

If you see your username on this list and you'd like to be taken off of it, just let me know and I'll edit the post, and likewise if you have your fics listed on LiveJournal and you'd like me to link to them.

Note: You might notice reference to a specific archive for Kara/Lee fic, called Fallout Shelter, as you explore these links. The bad news is that the site is offline. Unfortunately, the site wasn't archived very well either, so pretty much all the fics that were exclusively archived there are gone. The good news is that the archive was a repository for fics originally posted on the ApolloStarbuckFic yahoo group, which was saved during the massive archival effort to backup YG back in 2019/2020. The even better news is that the data for that group might become available some time next week. I'll make a post explaining how to go about sifting through all the messages if/when the data becomes available. Keep in mind though that I haven't seen this data yet, so I have no idea what, if anything, is saved in the group's messages and files. Still, though, definitely something to be excited about!

Fics under the cut! ☺

General Communities

Battlestar Recs BSG 2003 Fics BSG Creative BSG Epics BSG Fic Finders BSG Kink BSG Remix BSG Slash

Kara/Lee Communities

The Applecart Beyond Insane KaraLeeFic No Takebacks Pilots Big Bang Pilots Presents Reel Pilots SASA HQ (additional fic tag)

Authors (A-Z)

alissabobissa (general k/l tag) anr (general k/l tag) apodixis brynnmck (general bsg tag) coffeesuperhero (general fic masterlist) daphnaea (general fic masterlist) dionusia (general k/l tag) elly427 (general k/l tag) embolalia (general k/l tag) fahye (general fic masterlist) hackaddict indigo419 kdbleu leavingslowly leda13 (general fic tag) liminalliz (general fic tag) lotus79 mnemosyne olaf47 sangga (general bsg tag) shah-of-blah (general bsg fic tag) stars-like-dust (general bsg fic tag) svilleficrecs (general fic tag) tamsibling thefannishwaldo (general bsg tag) voleuse whatimages (general bsg tag) widget285 (general bsg tag) wisteria- (general bsg tag) zeplum (saintstreet, plumunited) F-Locked Journals

bantha-fodder (archived, see below) that i should suffer rawles/peri-peteia (ao3, dw) workerbee73

Deleted Journals/Fics

kag523 kate98 latteaddict letterstonorah meyerlemon nancy777ca (some fics at ffn) oxymoronassoc (archived, see below) Look Him Straight in the Eye Just Something Out of Step queenofthorns shawngf sloanesomething (archived, see below) And So I Woke (1 [might be gone], 2, 3, 4, 5) All the While Byzantium (SVU crossover) Terms Five Things that Didn’t Happen on Colonial Day Untitled

Find on AO3: callmeonetrack elzed Innibis ninjamonkey73 rachelindeed rayruz scifishipper SomewhereApart

[enigmatist17]

WIP Folder Game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @cassiefisherdrake and @frombrad2worse :)

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Fan-Fiction/Fandom:

Stars - Order 66!AU

Unnamed Farscape fic - John mourns being stuck on Talyn without anything from Earth

Rise up - BG3 fic where Astarion remembers the first day of the rest of his death

Cry For Help - Angel and the gang help out Spike after he escapes the Initiative

Unnamed Buffy s5 fic - reworking season 5 a little bit

Side by Side - Booth meets a vampire who shares his face

Step by Step - Law and Order SVU/Criminal Minds crossover

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Can't promise I'll tag the same number of people, but here goes! @luxshine @mcu-supersoldiers @the-bad-batch-baroness @niobiumao3

[pixiedane]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Olivia Benson, Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, Amanda Rollins, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Terry Bruno, Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay (Star Trek), Tuvok (Star Trek), Tom Paris, B'Elanna Torres, Additional Characters in Minor Roles Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Canon-Typical Violence, Child Abandonment, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, Altered Mental States, Trauma Series:  Starfleet SVU Summary:

The SVU team have some questions about the warp ten incident.

Threshold 

Happy Threshold Day! Starfleet SVU is something I have been thinking about for a long while and I decided to use the holiday to kickstart it. This story takes place after Voyager gets home and features the current cast of Law & Order: SVU (season 25).

Star Trek/Lizard Babies fans, you do not need to know SVU to enjoy this fic (@liz-squids confirmed this for me). SVU fans, it would be difficult to follow without knowing Voyager and as hilarious as it would be for "Threshold" to be someone's introduction to Star Trek, I do not encourage that. If you know/like both of these very flawed series that I love very much, this fic is for you.